Chapter 3

“Are you boys still absolutely certain of going to school in diapers?”

I had bought them both thinner day time diapers and diaper shirts and everything else that they would need to ensure that no one was likely to see that they are wearing diapers, but still, it can be detected, and if anyone smacks their cute little baby bums, they will know instantly. I just have to be sure.

“Absolutely.” They both say instantly.

“And besides, it's not like they'll tease us any more than they already do.” Ezra says.

“You've never told me about teasing, what do they tease you about?” I ask softly.

I had known that the boys had been bullied for years, yet they have never told me why, I have my suspicions of course, but they never say anything, no matter how much I ask, so I just always give them all the love and kindness they needed at home.

“Because we're gay, because we're nerds or geeks, because we're small, you name it, they tease us.”

“And why'd you never tell me before.”

“Didn't want you to know.” Ezra shrugs, Josh nods.

“I knew you were getting bullied, but you never told me why you were miserable many days after school.”

“Yeah, last year when they figured out we were gay for sure, was pretty bad for a while, 'til the school found out and put a stop to that. Didn't stop it, mind you, but it did lessen it lots. We were fine though, they're just stupid kids, but some days it was hard to deal with.” Josh says this time.

“I'm sure it was. How'd they know you were gay?”

“We don't honestly think they know anything, well that much is obvious, but they thought why not tease us for that too, and even though we said nothing, since saying anything doesn't help any at all, they took it to mean that we are.” Ezra says.

“Yeah, same as when I was your age, I mean, I was, even then I knew, I was just scared shitless of anyone finding out, and when they started calling me gay, I nearly killed myself. Had my parents found out, that would've been it. I would've gladly died.”

“That sucks.” Both boys say.

“Yeah, when I was a kid, being gay wasn't quite so accepted as it is now, it was getting lots better, but not where I lived, backwards and inbred are the words best used to describe where I grew up. I've still never talked to my parents since they kicked me out for being a freak.”

They kicked me out at the nice young age of fifteen because they found out I am a diaper lover, that I had been lying about all my accidents. Even still, to this day, I have no idea how they found out, or if they just guessed. I am glad that they never suspected me of being gay though, my mom would've beat me senseless, and then my dad would have killed me, if I was lucky.

“Well, I'm just glad that I've always known you wouldn't hate me for being gay, and deep down, I knew you'd even accept me for loving diapers.” Josh said.

“As you clearly now know, yes, I would've. Now, you boys are pretty much ready for school. I have to head out for my therapy here pretty quick myself. So, with that, you better head out, so shoes and coats on, have a good day, love you.” I say to both boys, though Ezra's kiss goodbye is much more personal than Josh's, though he does still get hugs and kisses goodbye every day as well.

Shortly after the boys leave, I too leave to go see my physical therapist. He has helped me lots over the past little while, really helping me to rebuild all the muscles. We all know I will never be completely back to normal, nor will I ever truly be pain free, but everyone says that the key to feeling better is to get and keep my back as strong as I can again.

Today he works me only a little on weights, because he says they are mostly not needed, and they do not want me lifting a lot anyway, and lots of stretching and moving. The stretching and moving always hurts far more than any weight training that he makes me do, and I am always incredibly wiped after each two hour long session. Also, even though I really want to take some pain killers, I have been told exactly how much pain medications I am to take, and to not deviate from that, so I cannot take any more right now. One when I wake up, one at lunch, one at dinner, and one at bedtime. They are still pretty strong, but still not strong enough most days, especially right after a therapy session. I am not allowed to take any other pain medications either, since my doctor says that is a very fast and easy way to accidentally overdose and kill myself, and I really have no desire to do so, at least any more.

Now I am to head to my doctors office, he likes to see me at least once a month after a therapy session to see how everything is going, see how I am feeling, so on and so forth. It is about as normal as can be, he asks me all sorts of questions, how I am managing with the pain, and so on. Even I can admit that at least the pain is starting to fade, little by little, but that I do wish it would fade faster. Same thing I have said before, and he responds the same way each time, that I should be thankful that I am still alive at all, because it was touch and go there for a while, and I should be thankful that I can walk at all and am not wheelchair bound for life, because, again, it was touch and go there for a while. I know all this, and really, I should not complain, but living with constant pain is hard to deal with sometimes.

It is almost lunch time, so I head somewhere to have something to eat and take my medications, and then I head to the grocery store to go shopping. Just as I am half way through the store, my phone rings, so I check who is calling, and it is my lawyer.

“Stephen, how are you today?” I ask as soon as I pick up.

“Really good now, I just got off the phone with the guys lawyer, he wants to talk. I asked him if they're finally ready to settle, and he says that they might have something worked out, and that it might be worthwhile. I set up a meeting for in half an hour, can you be here at my office by then?”

“Sure, let me just finish grabbing everything from the store, get paid up, and then head over.”

“Okay, see you in a few then.” He says and we hang up.

I very quickly finish up, pay, and head out, and am there only a couple minutes early. I meet with Stephen first, and we talk for a few minutes before going in to our meeting.

“So, how's everything going?” I ask.

“Very well. Now, there are some things I can't tell you, yet, but I was at the guys pretrial for his criminal hearing, and I testified on your behalf, gave all the information, as well your doctors were all there, and they too gave all their information. The reason we're here today, is because of what transpired yesterday. That's all I can tell you for now, his lawyer gets to tell you the rest.”

“Oh, okay, is the guy who hit me here as well?”

“No, just his lawyer, we didn't feel that it'd do you any good to actually meet the guy.”

“No, seeing his face as the last thing before everything goes black is what haunts my dreams, as you well know.”

It is true, the very last thing I remember as I was going through the intersection is seeing the car, and I saw the guys eyes, he never even dawned recognition, he never even hit the breaks, he totally missed that I was there at all, and we both nearly died from it. My psychiatrist has helped me lots with that though.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, let's go see what he has to say, because not even I know what they're gonna offer.”

I nodded for him to lead the way, and so he did, and we went into the meeting room. I have met the guys' lawyer a couple times now, as well there is a representative to the guys' insurance company, and as soon as we were done the pleasantries and sat down, he got started.

“So, as you know, you were called here today to discuss a possible settlement in your civil suit against my client. Your lawyer may have told you already about the criminal trial pretrial that was done yesterday. It was mostly just a meet and greet from all the witnesses and to informally give all the basic details. It's now up to us to determine where we go from here on your civil suit, whether you wish to take it to court and drag it out even further, and so on.”

“Okay. So clearly your clients pretrial did not go at all well for him?” I ask.

“No, as you well know, it did not. I know you know all the details, and I know you do not like me for the work that I have had to do for my client. Sorry to say, I'm not being paid to care about you, which may be crass to say, I'm being paid to help and protect him. That's my position as his lawyer, not my position as a person. I cannot say how I feel about what happened to you, it would be a conflict of interest, I hope you understand.”

“I do, defense lawyers like you have a hard job sometimes, especially when you know without a shadow of doubt that whom you're supposed to be defending are in the wrong. I know you're not allowed to say that, and that's okay.” I say, because I can tell he is genuine.

“Thanks. So, anyway, I've been authorized to offer you a settlement of two million dollars for your pain and suffering.”

“Really, two million dollars. Not bad, not bad. For a start. No, that's what I'll accept as my first payment, I think. That should just about cover my pain and suffering for the day he hit me, and every day of pain and suffering since then, I think, deserves at least another two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. It's been, what, six months since he plowed into me, he never even saw me there at all, I still see the complete and total lack of awareness in his eyes every time I close mine. Then every day I've been in mind numbing pain. It's getting better, I'm learning to manage it better, but I already know I'll never be totally without pain. I don't even remember how many muscles were completely torn, but I'm sure you have the information, they were able to repair most of the damage, but the damage that all that caused will leave me in untold amounts of pain for life. No, I think two million is a fine start, but we're gonna have to add another zero to that total to truly give me what I deserve. Twenty million is where I stand.” I say softly, simply.

“I agree fully.” My lawyer says.

“That'll never happen.” Says the insurance guy.

“It will if a judge says so.” My lawyer says back.

“And if we go to court, my number is forty million. I was almost killed that day, my son was almost left parent-less, what kind of price tag would you put on that. This is also punitive damages to the person who hit me, we've found out that not only is this not the first time that he's been charged with driving under the influence of alcohol and or banned substances, but I am not the first person he has hit.

“These punitive charges, however, are on your shoulder, not his, he has a serious problem, he clearly needs help, but you gave him his license back and gave him insurance on a car again, when we claim that he was a risk to himself and everyone around him. We found zero evidence that he was ever remanded to any sort of therapy for his alcohol and substance abuse, we never found any evidence that you classified him as a danger, we found nothing. No, instead you gave him a slap on the wrist, he hit that person and caused only minor damage that time, and instead of truly punishing him, and demanding he seek help, you took his license away for a measly three months, and then let him back on the road, knowing fully that he'd almost certainly do the same thing again, and this time maybe kill someone. So, like I said, we're suing you, the insurance company, for neglect causing severe bodily damage, to the amount of forty million dollars, to me, and you pay my lawyer his fees on top of that.” I said to him, then turned to Stephen. “Did I miss anything?”

“No, I think you got it all perfectly.” He said to me, then turned to the insurance representative. “So, think of it this way, forty million if we go to court, and we will win, because we'll smear your name all over the press, telling the entire tale, or twenty million today, to my client, and my fees on top of that, and you get to avoid the entire smear campaign. Don't get me wrong, you still have to claim negligence, you still have to do a formal public apology for my client's pain and suffering caused because of your client, but we'll settle for no jail time, which we will be seeking as well if we go to court, so we'll find whomever it was that failed my client, and he and his superiors who authorized it all will undoubtedly see the inside of a prison for a considerable amount of time. Talk it over with them, because I'm sure you know who it was, but we're imposing a time limit. If we do not hear from you in one weeks time, then we go to court, no matter what you say afterward. This meeting is over, for today, call me when you decide.” He said, and then he stood, and I follow his lead and start to exit the room. We are not even half way to the door, when he stops us.

“Okay, you have a deal, I'll go talk it over with them now, I'll get back to you this afternoon.” He said.

We know he was one of the people to have caused the neglect, so we know he does not want to go to jail, and he knows as well as we do that he just might too. I am ecstatic, but I do not show it. I will not truly be happy until I see my money. We had worked it out this way ages ago, we had known everything that they had hoped we would not find out. We also know that if we did go to court, that we would win, eventually, but that it would likely drag out in court for months or even years, but that if we made an offer that they simply could not refuse, which we did, then we would be all set. Squeezing twenty two million from an insurance company is not easy, but threaten to jail upwards of ten senior officials and they start playing things your way.

My lawyer and I chatted for a few minutes after leaving the conference room, he telling me that as soon as he has word, he will give me a call, and we will meet at the bank. Excitedly I head to my Realtor's office to see if he is in.

“Hey there Andrew, glad to see you're here today.” I say when I finally meet up with him.

“Good to see you Jake, how can I help you today?”

“We just met with the insurance company and they've finally agreed to pay me out. I'd like to go ahead with the purchase now. I can be back tomorrow with everything you'll need.”

“Are you sure?”

“More sure than I've ever been about anything in my life. It's what we need and deserve.”

“No, you definitely deserve it, that's for damn sure. Okay, I'll get all the papers drawn up today, and as soon as I have everything done, I'll call you, okay.”

“Thanks. Make sure and call me after the boys head to school, though, okay.”

“Will do.”

We spend a few more minutes chatting, but soon I am heading back home, my mind reeling.

I need to get home soon to meet my baby boys, I am in desperate need of a diaper change too, but I will wait until Ezra gets home so that he and I can change each other, which will likely take at least half an hour.

Half way home, I stop and think, what the hell did I just do.

Ever since Stephen and I had found out everything and figured out how much money that I should demand, I had started searching for somewhere new to live. What I found is what I had been hoping to find. Acreage, and lots of it.

What I had not anticipated, however, was finding an entire gold rush ghost town selling for only four hundred thousand dollars. Most of the buildings had been derelict and unsafe, but a previous person had bought the whole town with the plans of making it into a resort. He had built a massive log house right next to the lake, repaired most of the old buildings, or tore down what had not been salvageable, and put in a power system to power the entire place.

Apparently he had put millions into it, then went and died, and now it has sat for almost fifteen years with nothing being done to it, so the local township, who is technically responsible for the land, just wants to get it sold, so I made the offer, and they accepted. Of course I made it well known that I could do nothing until my settlement money came, and they of course told me that if another buyer comes along first and takes it, then so be it, but I had not been worried, they have tried selling it for the last twelve years, by the sounds of it, and had had no buyers.

The entire area amounts to just a shade over one thousand acres, much of it excellent ranch land, the entire lake falls inside my property, there are five pretty decent sized creeks feeding it, even during the winter it still has water coming in and out, amazing considering the lake probably freezes to about two meters thick, and has only one pretty large creek exiting it. That creek is what the previous owner had dammed down the hill and built a hydro electric power generating station at, which is fully functional, and is technically now owned and operated by the power authority, but I am told that because it will be on my land, and it will be my responsibility to ensure that no one messes with it, I get free power. I am told that it could power a little more than a couple hundred homes, so it is a fairly small sized operation, but means we will never have power concerns.

The main house, which is technically new, is said to be well over four thousand square feet, is a beautiful log house with six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, massive kitchen, rec room, living room, dining room, and even features a beautiful spiral log staircase. It features a beautifully done indoor swimming pool that is connected to the house in another log and glass structure, so that it can be used year round. In there are all the amenities that we could possibly need. The house sits next to one of the creeks that feeds the lake, and the area is quite wide open for quite a ways before being well treed.

I am also told that the old gold mine, which turned out to be a bust, is still accessible, but in serious disrepair and was condemned, so of course we were warned to never go inside it, but I know that I will have to shore it up, since an open mine like that will be irresistible to the boys.

There are several barns and work shops throughout the property, as well many houses and stores are left, since, at one time, it had been a full town, something like two hundred people living and working there right around the turn of the last century. Since much of it is incredibly old, most of it will not be useful to us, for the most part, but could still be interesting, and we will certainly use all that we can.

It is nearly an hours drive into the nearest city, though, even still, it is nothing more than a larger town, yet it is the largest city anywhere close by, at least within about four to five hours drive.. The road is all gravel, so will require serious maintenance, and in the winter I am sure will be all of impassable without snowmobiles, which we will definitely be getting. The property is nestled right in the upper central area of BC, in a nice little valley up in the mountains, so lots of snow is to be expected. I do not mind that though. We will just always have to ensure that we have plenty of food and supplies, as well as wood for the wood stoves, but at least electricity should not be a problem, which I know normally can be up in that area. We will have to get satellite TV and internet set up, but that will not be a problem at all.

I am not telling the boys any of this yet, I am waiting until everything is mine.

I arrive home only seconds before the boys do, and just as I am getting out of the car, I see them walking up, so I wait for them, ask them to help me bring in the groceries, and wait until we are inside before we actually start talking.

“So, how was you boys' day?” I ask after giving Josh his usual hugs and kisses hello, and Ezra his tender hugs and passionate kisses hello.

“Not bad, was so great getting to wear a diaper all day though, never had to worry about going to the bathroom at all, and no one noticed, so that's great.” Josh said happily.

“Same.” Ezra said.

“That's good baby boys.”

“Yeah. So, what'd you do today?”

“Had my physical therapy appointment, then my doctors appointment, then went grocery shopping, and had another meeting with my lawyer. I only just made it home in time after all that.”

“Wow, talk about sucky day.” Josh said.

If only he knew.

“Yes, but necessary I'm afraid.”

“Has your lawyer said anything yet, when will the idiots at the insurance company finally settle.” Josh asked in frustration.

“They'll settle when they have to, and not a second before. Remember, I'm nothing but a nuisance to them, they don't feel that my needs are worthy of their time, and as such, they'll take all the time they can. My lawyer has a plan though, and hopefully it'll pan out soon.”

“Them and politicians should all be made to suffer how they make everyone else suffer.” Josh said angrily.

Clearly he has heard me talk about them a few too many times in the past, but hey, what can I say, he is not wrong, and he knows that how they have treated me is wrong. He is also more than smart enough to understand how things should work, but is even smarter to know that the reason they do not is because of greed, plain and simple.

“I can't disagree with you Baby, but don't worry. Now, I'm certain that you need a soggy bum change, so go do so now, Ezra, you're with me, I need a soggy bum change real bad, as I'm sure you do too, so, let's go change each other. We'll be out in a bit Josh.”

“Okay, wish I could invite Declan over though.”

“Why don't you, he could be here in just a few minutes, you could change each other, and enjoy your diaper change as much as I'm certain Ezra and I will.”

“Really.” He said happily.

“Of course. I'll be calling his dad later and talking to him anyway, so he can stay for dinner too.”

“Wicked.” He says and tears off to go find a phone to call his boyfriend.

I take my baby's hand and lead him to our bedroom, where we start out by stripping each other down to just our soggy baby diapers. We lay on the bed and attach ourselves at the lips first, just kissing sensuously for quite some time, before introducing our hands to each others diapers. We had been just petting each other softly before that, but now that our hands are inside each others diapers, we start rubbing each other long and slow.

The only problem is, we are both far too hot, and, as such, we explode far too soon to be good. Ezra pulls his hand from my diaper and proceeds to lick off all my cream, slips his hand back where it belongs, and then presses his lips back to mine and shares with me my own creamy load. Oh how I enjoy sharing my load with him in this most perfect way. This time we last close to five minutes before cumming again, and when Ezra pulls out his hand, I grab it and lick off my mess, and then press my lips to his and share my load with him again.

We are satisfied now, so we do not continue jacking each other off, yet we still do not break our tender kiss and embrace. We lay like this for easily twenty minutes more, kissing and caressing each other softly, before we actually realize that we must change our diapers.

My bladder has been screaming at me for at least ten minutes now, telling me I simply must go pee, but I know my diaper will not hold it, so I have been instead. From the way Ezra is vibrating, I think he feels the same way too, so I break our kiss and tell him that we have to get changed. We change each other, pressing our hands to the fronts of each others dry diapers as we finish so that we can feel the other pee, it is pretty hot after all, and, once we are done, we exit our bedroom, holding hands.

As we enter the living room, we find the Josh and Declan have already made it, and are both sitting there in nothing but their fresh, yet already soggy diapers, cuddled up to each other.

Declan is fairly tall for his age, very slim and trim, bright blond hair that has the most amazing large ringlet curls in it that are totally natural and he keeps ever so slightly long and shaggy looking, he has bright blue eyes, cute little nose with freckles on it, a large happy smile showing straight white teeth, and even cute little ears. He also looks so amazingly cute in his already soggy Pampers baby diaper.

“Hi there Declan, I trust you had a good conversation with your dad last night?”

“I sure did, I found out lots, and I got to wear a diaper to school today and everything even.” He says brightly.

“That's good, and as you can see, so did Josh and Ezra, and me too all day. How'd you take it when your daddy told you that he knew about you and Josh, that he and I pretty much set you two little gay baby boys up?”

“I was scared at first, 'til he finished telling the story and then I couldn't believe it. He stripped down to his soggy baby diaper, then took me and diapered me up and told me that unless I wanted to, for any reason, that I now never have to take off my diapers, and I don't.”

“No, we don't either.”

“It's awesome, and you and Ezra are really boyfriends finally, I know Ezra really wanted it so much.”

“Oh yeah, probably almost as much as I wanted him for my baby boyfriend. I'm gonna go call your dad and talk to him, so you boys just go ahead and watch TV for a bit.”

“Okay.” All three say as one.

I head to the office and call Dean. We talk for a few minutes, I telling him that Declan is welcome to stay for dinner, then I get to the heart of the matter.

“So, it's all done, I should be receiving a call any time from Stephen to come to the bank. They're finally settling, I guess threatening to take them to court and wring forty million bucks from their tight puckered asses and jail at least six people was the right thing to do, so they're settling for twenty million.”

“Oh Jake, I'm so happy for you, you truly do deserve it after all that they did to you.”

“Thanks. So, yeah, I went and talked to the Realtor already and told him it's a go ahead. As soon as I have the money, and he has all the paperwork straightened out, I'll be the proud owner of an ex ghost town.”

“Wicked.”

“Yeah, so you and Declan are coming with us still, right?”

“Hell yeah, you bet, we wouldn't miss it for the world, and Zender will be so happy too. I still haven't told him anything, but Stephen figures that we should be able to rescue him from his mom any time now. He'll be so happy to get diapers all day every day, but most especially at night when he truly needs them. When are we gonna tell the boys and move then?” Stephen has been trying to help Dean rescue his baby boyfriend from an unloving home now for a few months.

“I should know more tomorrow, and my old friends from the crew are already itching to go up there and get everything as fixed up as they can for me. I've kept them in the loop, and they all said that they'd be happy to go get everything fixed up and ready for us. Depending on how bad things are, it could take a few days or a few weeks, but they'll let me know once they get there. I've told them not to worry about most of the other structures for now; just the main house, the pool house, and at least one workshop. The rest we can pick away at after we get there.”

“Nice. There's gonna be so much to buy it's not even gonna be funny.”

“Don't I know it. Every bit of furniture, and at least a thousand other things to make it all work for us, but it should be fun.”

“Probably not so much. How long before winter hits though, are we gonna have time to get everything we need?”

“Probably, we should have just over a month before the snow really starts, and probably close to two before it starts getting too bad.”

“That's not a lot of time though.”

“I know, but we'll manage. I'm gonna start placing all the orders that I can tonight though, as soon as I'm called and I have the money.”

“Okay, and since they can't call you while we're gabbing away like a couple old bitties, I'll let you go. Have a good night, talk to you later.”

“You too, I'll send Declan home after dinner.”

“Thanks.”

We disconnected, and before I even leave the office, my phone rings, and it is Stephen.

“Is it in already?” I ask excitedly, not even bothering with any sort of polite conversation.

“It is, meet me at the bank.” He says and hangs up.

“Boys,” I say as I make it to the living room. “I have to head into town for a few minutes, something I forgot to do. I'll pick up dinner on my way back, so don't worry about anything.”

“Can I come with you?” Ezra asks.

“Sorry Baby, no, not this time. I'll make it up to you later though, okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” I smile to my baby.

I head to my bedroom to get dressed quickly, and then I am gone before too long. I make it to the bank, and Stephen is already there waiting for me.

“They didn't dick around at all did they, both our totals are correct?”

“Nope, we're all good, you get twenty million even, and my cut of ten percent, so two million. I'd almost feel guilty taking ten percent of your money, considering what you went through, but with them paying me my fees over and above, it's awesome.”

“Yeah, I know. And you and your little friend gonna come live with us too still right?”

“Hell yeah, can't wait to escape all this bullshit. Putting up with miserable people all day every day is murder. My dad's gonna be furious, he wanted me to become a lawyer so that he could pass his blasted business off to me, but I never wanted this, I hate every day I'm in that fucking court room. I'd be happier than a pig in shit working in my shop, making whatever I want, not even making a penny. I have thousands of dollars worth of tools now, some I bought years ago, and I haven't even touched any of it in years, 'cause my blasted father's always pushing huge cases on me.”

Another friend of mine from childhood, we too had fooled around, a fair bit, he and I lost our anal virginity to each other in fact, and it was me that got him hooked on diapers, and he has paid me back for that so many times.

“Yeah, I know. Still not sure how you managed to even make it through law school with how much you hated being there.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“It won't matter now though. Now we're gonna make sure you have the kick ass shop you want and deserve. Of course I'll be right there with you enjoying it as well, but that's beside the point. So, I'll know more tomorrow about all that, but let's go get our money deposited, shall we, so that we can actually afford to do this hair brained scheme.”

“Absolutely.”

And so we did. I have to admit, seeing twenty million dollars in my account is a feeling I cannot describe. Especially when I have just been scraping by lately. At least the house had been paid off, had it not been for that, I never would've made it.

Had it not been for Stephen, I might not have been able to manage, I may have had to sell my house for what I could get out of it, just so that I could survive, but he made the insurance companies pay out on everything. My house insurance company had not been such a big deal, they started making my payments for me pretty much right away, and as soon as they had the doctors reports saying that I would never work again, that was good enough for them to pay out my mortgage completely.

No, it was the insurance company of the other guy that was screwing me around, so Stephen made them pay me, though they were only paying me half what I made before the accident, stating that that is the maximum that they would pay. We tried calling bullshit, that they could not leave me high and dry like that, that I still had to live, but their line was, your house is paid off, so this is the amount we pay, no questions. We took it, because it was at least better than nothing, and they were right, with my house paid, it actually left me in slightly better condition than I had been before. That, however, was beside the point, the simple fact of the matter is, they should have still paid me what I was making before the accident, no matter what.

It was during that time that we hatched our plan to take them for all they were worth. Stephen managed to find out all the information, because, even though they probably did not want us to find it, the information we needed was part of public property and they could not hide it. Had they been able to, all those documents would have been shredded, we are sure of that, but we found them before they could get their hands on them and do so. Then with my doctors' information, as well the police, ambulance, and street cameras evidence all working in my favor, we knew that they would have to give in or we would drive them into the ground.

Still, it has been a tough few months, with all the pain issues, and all the legal bullshit that we have been dealing with, some days it was almost too much. Josh and Ezra have gotten me through, as well my friends have helped a lot, so at least I did not crumble. Seeing that much money in my account has finally relieved a massive weight off my shoulders, and I tell you, it feels good to finally have the money to give me the freedom that I need, we need.

“Well old friend, what say we go make our retirement dreams come true.” I say to Stephen as we leave the bank.

“Damn rights. I can't wait to see the look on my dads face when I tell him the business is his, that I'm retiring and will never help another low life scum client of his ever again. God, I can't even tell you how dirty I always felt when he told me that innocent people don't pay the bills, get a crook off without more than a day in jail and they pay, and they pay well. Fucking hypocrite, take on a profession to uphold the laws, and what does he do, bend the law in any way he can to set the worst imaginable people free.”

“Wish I could be there with you, but he never did have much time for me.” I laugh.

“No, he always thought you were weak and dumb, going into the trades and working a dead end grunt job for the rest of your life, breaking your back, and a sweat too, when you could've used your head instead and got a real job.”

“Yeah, well, he and I never saw eye to eye, especially after the time he caught me fucking your hot gay baby boy pussy. Here you are, taking it hard, and he blames me for corrupting you. Says I musta tricked you into being like that, hah, now there's a joke.”

“No, that's for sure. Still shocked he didn't disinherit me instantly, but, I guess, I am his only kid, so he had to keep me around, but he hated that I still kept you as a friend.”

“I know, was great, wasn't it.”

“For sure. Well, I better get going, so I'll talk to you later.”

“Will do.”

Remembering that I am supposed to grab dinner on my way home, I make a quick call to the local pizza place that we all love and place our order. I love their thin crust chicken, bacon, feta, onion, green pepper, mushroom and cream sauce pizza, whereas the boys love their house special with no olives. Even though the boys do not know it, we are celebrating tonight, so I grab a couple extra treats from the grocery store to go along with our pizza, since I have several minutes to wait anyway. I grab a couple bottles of pop, one of them root beer, the other ginger ale, and then a tub of their best vanilla ice cream. We will use the root beer and ice cream and make ourselves some kick ass ice cream floats, and as we enjoy our treats, we will enjoy a couple movies that I also find while at the store.

By the time I make it home with all our treats for the evening, I have been gone just over an hour. I walk in the door, and both boys scream out, “Daddy.” What a greeting. I barely make it in the door though, before they are both accosting me, grabbing all the treats and relieving me of them, taking them to the kitchen, so that we can dish up.

By the time I get out of my shoes and clothes, since why should I have to wear clothes over my nice soggy diaper when the boys do not have to, and make it to the kitchen, the boys already have everything pretty much ready to go.

“So, what'd you haveta do Daddy?” Josh asks as I walk in.

Ezra just came up and gave me a nice tender hug.

“Nothin much, probably nothing at all, actually, but hopefully it works out.”

“Oh, okay.” Josh says while looking at me shrewdly.

He is not used to me keeping secrets, and he can tell very clearly that I am, but I just grin to him and shake my head no, non verbally telling him to not bother asking about it. Shockingly enough, he accepts this and continues what he was doing, then dishes up. I know that he is smart enough to know that it was likely something good, but hopefully he has not figured out that I got paid out. Then again, I never told him how much we were asking for either, so he has no idea how good today really is.

Once we are all dished up and ready, we head to the living room and start our night of relaxing and enjoying. We ate all our pizza, drank all the pop, made floats, and even had popcorn with our second movie. We had sent Declan home after the first movie, so that it was not too late, I had called Dean just before Declan left, though, so that he knew that Declan was on his way. The boys are absolutely saturated now, and I am not far off, and when I ask Josh if he wants me to come and change him, he says no, so we head our separate ways, Josh to his room, and Ezra and me to ours.

Me and Ezra have a very good diaper change, each cumming twice before even changing each other at all, and then we cuddle up and kiss and talk for a few minutes, before falling asleep. Just as I was falling asleep, I wondered why neither boy asked any questions, but that is okay as well.