Chapter 5

Talon and I had a great sleep, and when we woke up, we kissed good morning, and then realized that we had leaked, but that is just fine. It is actually not all that bad, to tell the truth, only a little wet spot underneath each of us. We got up, went and had a nice hot shower, which was made hotter when Talon hit his knees and drained me, though I repaid the favour and drained him every bit as well. We went and diapered each other in just single thickness diapers, because we both know that we are going to have to go out this morning and get Gavin some stuff.

As we are making breakfast, Gavin comes in and he looks much better than he did the night before, if you do not look at his poor back, of course.

“You look like you had a good sleep. How do you feel this morning?” I asked.

“Much better, thanks. These diapers are amazing, and I never once wet the bed.”

“Did you before?”

“Oh yeah, but I was never allowed diapers, I was to wet my bed like an animal, and that if I didn't learn to be a real person, then I could stay wetting like the animal I was. I'd dreamed of diapers since I was five, finally a year or so before I was caught, I worked up the courage to order some of my own, and I'd been wearing them as often as I could get away with. I know I'll never be dry, because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop wetting, and now I never wanna.”

“And now you never haveta be outta them if you don't wanna be.”

“Thanks.”

“Sit down, let's eat.” I said, because we just finished setting it out.

Once more Gavin ate quickly, even though I warned him to slow down and eat slowly, he could not. As soon as we were done breakfast, we went and got dressed. I put Gavin into one of Talon's diapers, even though it barely wraps around him, and told him to try not to wet it unless he cannot help it, because it likely will not hold a lot. I then grabbed the best of the clothes that Gavin had in his bag, and helped him to get dressed as well. We went and took care of the animals first, and then headed out right away.

Our first stop is the medical supply store that I get most of our standard diapers at, and I got Gavin two cases of his size in the best they have, which, we use as our thinner daytime diapers. They will certainly do, and Talon says that this evening he will make Gavin a few of the cloth diapers as well.

I asked Gavin if he could change his own diaper on the back seat of the truck, and he said he should be able to manage, so he did so. There was a fair bit of banging and grunting, but, eventually, he says that he is in a proper diaper, and that they are even better than the ones he used to buy for himself. I assured him that the ones we will order for him are of even better quality.

We did not buy any diaper shirts at the medical store, because, once more, Talon says that he will make Gavin some, and since we still have lots of material for everything, we are good to go and do not need to go to the fabric store again.

We then hit the mall and got Gavin all outfitted. He now has several pairs of pants, lots of shirts, a few packs of socks, a couple jackets, a few pairs of shoes, he needs it all. When I asked him if we should buy him any underwear, he emphatically said, “No thanks.” We smiled. We headed to the grocery store next.

“Now, Gavin, Talon and I are allergic to both sugar and wheat, so, we have none in the house. If you want breads or pastas or anything like that, be sure and let us know, because I just never think to buy them. We just can't join you in eating them. I won't buy things like pop or most candies either, they're simply not good for anyone, no matter if they're allergic to it or not. I do have a few recipes that don't use sugar or wheat that are still sweet, but I rarely even desire anything sweet. Is there anything you'd like that we can't have?”

“No thanks, that's okay. It's easier if we all eat the same thing anyway, and I was never big on sweets either. Was never really allowed them anyway, so don't worry about me.”

“Okay, but if anytime there's something you want, let me know, okay.”

“Thanks.”

We got all loaded up on groceries, though we had come not long ago, so there is not a lot to get. We do not need anything at the ranch or woodworking stores, hence the reason we came straight to here. It was a pretty small trip for groceries, yet we still got a fair bit too, but, before too long, we are on our way back home.

As soon as we got home, all three of us stripped off our clothes, exposing our nice soggy diapers, and Gavin does look good like this. I actually thought that maybe I should have Gavin put his pants back on, and pull them up so that his diaper does not show, then take some good quality pictures of his back, so I asked him to do so, and then took the required pictures. I then emailed my lawyer and gave him all the information, telling him that somehow I want Gavin placed in my care, and that I do not care in the least how he goes about doing it. The tough thing will be getting him Canadian citizenship, not sure how that will work, but we have to figure it out, so that we can get him set up for homeschooling as well, but that is what I pay a lawyer for, so he can bloody well do it.

Once that was done, Gavin had long ago stripped again, we took him on a tour of everything. He has seen some, but nowhere near all. He loves my shop, and says that he loved the woodworking course he had taken last year in middle school, and that he would love to work with us. He loves the horses, says he has always wanted one of his own, and that he has not ridden since he was about eight. I guess I will have to find another horse now. We even took him in and showed him the greenhouse.

“So, tell us about you now Gavin, we haven't really sat and talked yet?”

“Okay. Well, my parents, as you heard, are ultra religious, which means that nothing is allowed. They were even worse than ultra strict, I was never allowed to do anything that could be thought of as fun. They always said a mans work is to do gods bidding and nothing else. Bullshit I say. They were horrible people; controlling, conniving, lying, hypocritical, horrible people. Not sure how people like them could even have kids in the first place. If there really is a god, they'd never allow things like that to reproduce.

“I've never known love a day in my life. I only know of love because of some of the books they allowed me to read, and the ones I wasn't allowed to read, but did anyway. I wasn't allowed to read anything that wasn't on their list of acceptable, good religious boy books. Two hours every day was dedicated strictly to the reading of the bible, I had to memorize every word of it. After that I was allowed one hour for TV, but again, only previously authorized programs, and nothing at all entertaining, all either religious or learning, preferably both.

“They wanted me to believe in god creating everything, but once more, I call bullshit. There's way more evidence for evolution than there is for creationism, yet they'd hear nothing of it. I'm not saying that somehow, somewhere, there's not some all powerful being that kick started everything, I mean, there's way too much what ifs out there still, but the way they wanted me to believe it, not a chance.

“So, yeah, I haven't been a true member of their horrific church since I was at least six, maybe seven. I just had too many questions that they couldn't answer. My most hated answer was always, it's just the way he wanted it dear, sometimes you can't explain what god does, and to question his authority will have you sent to hell, so no asking questions. Their line was always, don't think, here's what you think, read it all here, it tells you everything you need to know. Then they hand me a fucking bible. Yeah, right. They tried to teach us not to think, well, I can't do that, I wanna learn, create, research, and I don't want their narrow vision.

“The first time I saw another boy and thought that he was super cute and would love to see him naked, I knew something was wrong, and that I must never breathe a word of it. I think I was about six or seven as well, and by then I already knew their line about gays and how horrible an abomination they are, a blight on the population. My parents had friends who said clearly that they'd happily cleanse the gays from the world if they were allowed. My parents agreed, and, while looking straight at me, even once said that if they had a gay child, that they'd cure him even if it killed him. They all agreed. I was eight then, I think they were starting to suspect that I was.

“So, yeah, they were never supposed to find out, I hid everything as best I could, and as far as I know, they never found my stash either, and they weren't supposed to be home that night, but for some reason they came home, and I never heard them in time. So, yeah, then the torture really started. Trust me, being whipped, or belted, or smacked around, that's been my entire life. If I did anything, and I mean anything that was outside of my parents very strict guidelines, I was punished instantly and severely. Again, they didn't want me to think, they wanted a right little mindless puppet, but I couldn't be that.

“I honestly don't know why I wasn't sent to a private school, a religious school, but I went to public school, and there I loved it, because I could learn things, things that they didn't want me to know. I was forever getting books in the library and reading them every chance I got, though, after bringing home one in grade two and them finding it, then destroying it, taught me that I couldn't bring them home. I was forced to tell the school that I willfully wrecked the book, and that they were allowed to work me 'til I paid it off. I secretly told the librarian though that my parents destroyed it because it was a book of pure witchcraft and that reading such filth, even keeping it, is a one way ticket to hell. She was shocked, told me not to worry about it, and let me come and read any time I wanted. I loved the Harry Potter books, it felt so good to read something that they thought was even more evil and vile than being gay.

“I'd go to school as soon as it opened, and stay as late as I was allowed to, usually in the library reading. I told my parents that I was taking their extra curricular bible studies course, and they let me. Fucked if I know if they had one or not, but I learned everything I could there in that way. That librarian, too, was told that I was living in an extremely religious house, and that I wasn't allowed to learn anything, that I was to be a puppet who followed the bible blindly and stupidly, but that I wanted to know more, and she too allowed me there any chance I could.

“I think that I was started on potty training when I was two, was given a one year learning period, and then, on my third birthday, all diapers were taken away. I still wet the bed every night though, and the day after my third birthday was the first time I was beaten I'm sure. I don't really remember, but it's been the same since before I can remember. I was waken up every morning, usually by my hair being grabbed and then my face yanked to the wet spot, and then my face being mashed in it, all while being asked if this is what a human does, usually then followed up shortly thereafter by them saying, no, because you're an animal. If you think wet beds were bad, trust me, that was paradise compared to the numerous wet pants I had. Even still I can't hold it very long, and if I try to hold it too long, I can and will pee my pants. Happened at school at least a couple times a year, and at home at least once a month. That was a belting the likes of which I hope you can't understand.

“I even wet my pants at church once, I was stripped of my wet pants, and right there in front of a couple hundred people, I was given at least thirty hits with the belt, all while being told that I'm an embarrassment and that I always will be. Not one fucking person there lifted a finger to help me, no one said a thing about it, and in fact, several parents told their kids that they'd get the same thing if they did that too. After that, not even one kid at church would talk to me, I was pretty much excommunicated, without the benefit of not having to go there any more.

“I remember all the way back to kindergarten and already knowing that I hated my parents. As the years went, the hatred grew. I was in grade three when, during another beating, I said I hated them and was gonna go to the cops. It was too much, well, I learned what worse was after that. I was beaten 'til I passed out, and then, when I woke up, I was told that I'm just a filthy animal, and that all they'd do was throw me in a cage, or maybe even put me down like a rabid dog. I didn't know any better then, I believed them. They had me so whipped, yet, they never could control me completely.

“I was constantly doing little things here and there that were against them, I got caught a few times of course, but most of the time no. And no, I have no idea why, once I did learn that I would be taken away and maybe get a better life, I didn't leave. Maybe I was too scared to, I knew how far away from town we lived, if I ran for it, I'd likely get lost and die, and I couldn't call anyone, we didn't have a home phone, and my parents always kept their phones on them at all times. Hell, I should've just told a teacher, called the cops while at school, I just never did, I was too scared of the unknown. The only people I knew, were people like my parents, how could I know that there'd be others who weren't like that, I honestly thought that maybe they did love me, and that others would just kill me because I was an animal.

“This past year, though, I swore that no matter what, if I got the chance, I'd escape, and I'd run for it, no matter the consequences, and if I hadta, I'd kill them in the process, even if it killed me, I accepted that. Every day, again, I hope you have no idea what it was like to be tortured every fucking day. If I was lucky, they just chained me up to the wall, if I wasn't, well, you saw the marks.

“Oh, and friends, wasn't allowed to have them, other than kids in church, because they were all bad influences, I was only allowed contact with good religious kids. Yeah, right, most of the kids in our church were holier than thou art assholes, just like their parents. They were assholes ninety nine percent of the time, and then asked god for forgiveness and wiped the slate clean every week. I was never good enough for them either, so I don't really think I've ever actually had a friend.

“And that, I'm afraid to say, is who and what I am. Any more than that, I truly don't know. What I can tell you with certainty is, I am gay, I am a diaper lover, though I do honestly think I should wear them all day every day, I still have unexpected accidents, and I will never ever step foot in a church in my life, no matter the reason. Weddings, funerals, I don't care, I'll politely explain that I can't go in a church ever again. No one will ever make me do so. And another thing, I wanna go to school and learn every horrible thing my parents strictly forbade. I wanna learn science.”

“Come here Baby, I think you could use a hug.” I said once Gavin finished his story.

He came over, and I positioned him, so that he is facing me, sitting on my lap. I cradled his cute little baby bum with one hand, and his head with the other. I brought his head right down onto my shoulder and played with his hair. For at least five minutes he stayed like this, but still tense, when, all of a sudden, he burst into tears. I knew this would happen, needed to happen, and for more than ten minutes, I let him cry. Once Gavin cried himself out, I still continued to hold him, playing with his hair, rubbing his soggy diapered bum, just hugging him.

Talon had come up during the hug and held onto his new brother and stroked his back as gently as he could, so as not to hurt Gavin, and make him feel good.

Finally I repositioned Gavin, so that he is still sitting on my lap, but is now sitting up some, and looking at me.

“How does that feel Baby?” I whispered.

“So nice, thanks, I needed that. I wasn't allowed to cry, crying was for babies, and if I cried for no reason, they'd happily give me a reason to cry. They never lacked for reasons to make me cry either.”

“Never again, you cry tears of happiness only from now on, okay Baby.”

“Thanks.” He whispered, and then leaned in and kissed me, deeply.

“You're very welcome Baby, that was a nice kiss. I think from the way you kissed me, and from how much you're poking my belly through your soggy baby diaper, that we needta find you a baby boyfriend soon.” I teased.

“You don't hate me for doing that?”

“Of course not. I'd never hate anyone for that. Doesn't mean that Talon and I are gonna take you to bed and have sex with you, because it doesn't. Since I found Talon, I haven't had the desire to be a dirty slut any more, I love him deeply, and I need no one else.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“You're welcome Baby. Now, for our stories.”

For the next couple hours, we sat there, and Talon and I told Gavin our stories. We all have horrible pasts, though I would honestly say that Poor Gavin has had it the worst, and that is sad. When Talon said that he likes to suck soothers and drink from baby bottles, Gavin perked right up, and I asked him if he would like that too, and he instantly said yes, so Talon hopped up and grabbed Gavin one of his soothers, one of the pink ones to be precise, and Gavin enjoyed it while we talked.

By the time we are done telling our stories, it is lunch time, so we all go and help to make it, then eat, and after cleaning up, we got dressed to head out to the shop. I want to get some work done, well, need to actually, and I informed Talon that it was his job to now teach Gavin everything that he knows, and to teach Gavin the same way I taught him, so that he understands the basics, since I doubt most schools go anywhere near as in depth as I think they should.

I do not have the patience to be a teacher, but if I was, my students would either love me or hate me, I doubt that there would be much middle ground in that. I am a hard ass when it comes to both safety and perfection, and even when I had to teach adults, few could handle me. Then again, the ones who could, and actually enjoyed what I had to teach, as well as how I did it, went on to do so much better. Talon is a prime example of that as well I suppose, because he knew nothing when we started, and now he does very well, especially for his age and size.

I want Talon to teach Gavin for two reasons, not only do I not have time, but it will teach Talon a lot as well. I never wanted to teach others, like I said, I do not have the patience for that sort of thing, but it did teach me a lot as well as I tried to explain what I know and how I know it, it helped me to understand things in different ways, because trying to explain to someone why something works the way it does, is good for that.

As Talon taught Gavin, I listened to everything that he was doing, and watched when I could as well. I am just applying another coat of oil to the clock body right now, and I am really rubbing it in, starting to build up a good coat, and starting to polish it already. It is looking amazing already, but still needs another two or three oil applications before I give it its final oil and really buff it with ultra fine steel wool to truly burnish it.

When I finished oiling the clock, I got started on my next project, this is also another antique replica, but a whole set of pieces for a bedroom. Two massive dressers, one of which will get an antiqued silver mirror also built for it, two end tables, bed, of course, a blanket chest for the end of the bed, two matching reading chairs, a table to go in between the reading chairs, and a book case to hold all their books. This project is in walnut, and is getting the exact same finish as the clock I am making is, so that will take a lot of time to finish, but, thankfully none of the pieces are too terribly ornate, though there is some decoration to a few of the pieces. I have four months to complete this, which would not normally be a problem, but in another week, I am supposed to start on another project as well, and it is supposed to be done for about the same time. That is okay, I have had much harder deadlines and managed to make it happen.

Because I already have all the plans drawn up, and I have already created cut lists for every detail of the entire project, one of the few things that I actually use a computer for, this next part is reasonably easy. It just takes time is all. I went upstairs and right to my walnut stacks, and started picking through it. Any time I find pieces that are not perfect, I set them aside so that I can get whatever small pieces I can out of them, as well as use up the not so perfect ones in areas that will not be seen. In total I need a couple hundred feet of material, and it took me more than an hour to choose it all, writing on each piece with a white lumber marker what it is for, so to keep everything in order.

Everything is still mostly rough. Whenever I stack anything upstairs, I first skip plane it so that I can sort of at least see what the piece looks like, so that I know where it can be used. Because of this, though, that means that every piece must be milled perfectly, and so, all material is set by the jointer first, since that is the first step.

I stopped and watched and listened to the boys for a few minutes, then went and got started on the milling process. I do not have automated machines, I am the automation, so for about an hour or so, I ran every piece through the jointer the few times on each face that they needed it on, and then set it aside, but making sure to remark every piece, so that I know what it is for again after the next step. I am very meticulous about this, because it saves both time and material that way. Of course, even I am not so perfect as to never make a mistake, no one is, and sometimes there is no telling what the wood itself will do once it has been milled and some stress taken away, so I am milling an extra dozen or so boards so that I have them ready should I need them.

Next is the planer, and because it is so big, and I have larger in and out feed tables for it, it is easy enough to send everything through in just a few minutes. Of course, the thicker boards are done first, and then the thinner ones, but then, they all have to go through several times to get them to final thickness.

Just as I finished that, Talon informed me that he and Gavin are done for now, and that they are getting hungry, so are going to head in and make dinner. I tell them that I want to get everything ripped, so I will do that then while they get dinner going, and that I will come in once it is done.

To save myself a huge amount of time and effort, of course everything that is supposed to be ripped to the same width gets done at the same time. There are of course several pieces that are being glued up for panels, so they are getting done to random widths, and then will get ripped to final dimension once the panel is glued up, but there are a lot of pieces that are getting ripped to final width, so they are done first. Just as I am finishing up with that, Gavin comes down in nothing but his soggy diaper and tells me that dinner is almost ready. I tease him a little as we walk back up to the house, and he just smiles warmly to me.

After dinner was done and cleaned up, we all headed back down to the shop to clean up and close up. Once done, we headed back in and spent the evening together on the sewing machine, making Gavin some of his very own cloth baby diapers. He too is getting two mega thick, and two regular. Talon taught Gavin all that he needs to know to sew, and Gavin enjoyed himself as well. I just helped how and when I could, but, by bedtime, we had all four diapers and four plastic pants done for Gavin.

“Can we try them now please?” Gavin asked as soon as the plastic pants were done, because they were the last to be done.

“I don't see any reason why not. Regular, or mega thick?” I asked.

“Oh, I don't know, that's a tough call. Let me see, what would a gay baby boy diaper lover deserve most of all. Hmm, I guess it'd haveta be mega thick please.” He grinned brightly.

“Good choice Baby.”

Talon had ran off to grab ours as soon as Gavin had asked and I said yes, knowing full well that of course we would absolutely wear our mega thick diapers, in fact, I do not believe that Talon even heard Gavin's comment.

As soon as he was back, I changed both boys, who are by now super soggy anyway, and both boys are incredibly hard, and I know that Talon wanted for me to make him cum, at least twice, and from what I can see of Gavin, he would not have complained about that either. He even had a bubble of precum at the very tip of his dick by the time I finished lotioning and creaming him up. Talon then went about changing me, and I had to smack his hand when he was trying to do more than lotion, and he just grinned and gave me the, 'who me,' look. Gavin giggled when he saw this, but I did notice that he had had to readjust himself as well, I had not tried to stay soft, and Gavin very pointedly watched the whole time. I am actually a little surprised that the horny little baby did not spontaneously orgasm.

“Well Baby Boys, what say we get our mega thickly baby diapered bums to bed.”

“Okay.”

I tucked Gavin in and wished him a good sleep, and then I went and cuddled up to my baby, kissed him soundly, and then slipped my hand deep inside his diaper, just as he was slipping his into mine, and we slowly relieved each other of two good loads, kissing the entire time, before we were very much ready to sleep.

The next few days went by, and we all had a great time. We rode horses both mornings, I just had Gavin up on Storm with me, since he is more than strong enough. I have another ad out, looking for another horse, but, so far, no bites.

My lawyer got back to me a couple days ago now, and said that he sent a friend of his who lives near to Gavin's parents to go and talk to them, to see what we could do. I made it very well known that once Gavin was signed over to me, that his parents are to be suitably punished, make sure that everything that they own is signed over to Gavin, and he said that that is already well in the works, and to have no fears.

This morning, I put the final coats of polyurethane on the clock, a couple days before I had put on and burnished to a bright copper colour the final coat of oil, and it looks spectacular, and now the poly is making it look even nicer, as well as giving it a good protective coating. I will email the people I am making the clock for tonight and tell them that it is ready for pickup. I do most of my business via email, I hate phones, and most of my clients prefer it that way as well.

The bedroom suite is also coming along, I glued up all the panels for the various pieces that need larger panels yesterday, and I will be able to take them out of my clamping station today.

Talon has taught Gavin everything that he knows, and he did a very good job of it, and they are now carving statues side by side. Talon had finished his previous one, a boy about the same age as he is, with amazingly detailed genitals again, gee, I think maybe my little boy might be a little gay. The rest of the piece was incredibly well done, of course, but he managed to carve actual veins into the boys incredibly hard young penis, even the folds in the boys scrotum look real. Talon is now doing another boy statue, and so is Gavin, though Gavin's looks as if it might not turn out, but he still has not had as much practice, though he is having fun, and Talon is constantly giving him pointers.

After our morning chores and riding horses, Talon did his schoolwork, while Gavin and I headed to the shop. I got all my pieces out of the clamping station, inspected everything to ensure that it had not bowed or anything, and then got started on milling the next few parts. I spent the entire day on this, the boys on their things once Talon joined Gavin, and we totally missed lunch, because Talon had forgot to go make it, but that is okay, he cannot be expected to do it every day, it is not fair.

When we sat down for the night, I grabbed my computer, since I need to send an email, as well I am waiting for emails to come in, I noticed an email in my inbox that was from someone I do not know, so thinking it was a new client, I opened it.

Um, hi, my name's Lucas, I'm sorry to bother you, but I saw you and your son several days ago, and I think he and I are alike. Can you give him my email address and tell him to email me please.

“Hey, Talon, come here?”

“Sure, what's up?”

“I'd be surprised if you're not.”

“Don't be surprised then.”

“That's what I thought Baby. Here, read this.”

He took the few seconds to read it.

“You think that's the boy you saw staring at my soggy baby bum that day?”

“I'd bet any money on it. Clearly he musta followed us out and got my name and email from the side of the truck.”

“I guess I should email him, huh, if he's getting that brave, he definitely needs a friend. Took him long enough though.”

“Yes, you should, and chances are he's scared shitless of who and what he is.”

“That's what I thought as well.”

Instead of just taking the email address though and emailing from his computer, Talon just squirmed his way onto my lap and hit reply and started typing.

Hi there, my name's Talon. It's good to hear from you Lucas. Am I to guess you're the boy who saw me several days ago wearing a thick soggy diaper. Don't worry, my dad knows, and he saw your look, he told me when we left. I'm guessing you must have followed us out and got my dads email from the truck. He knows I'm gay, and he said that the way you looked at me, that he's pretty sure you are as well. I'm also guessing that maybe you're scared, because it took you a long time to finally email me. Email me back, maybe we can arrange to have you come spend a weekend with us or something.

“That was sweet of you Baby.”

“Thanks. I hope he emails back soon.”

“I bet he's waiting for your reply.” I said.

Talon hopped off my lap, and I continued what I was doing. There is an email from my lawyer, saying that all went pretty well at Gavin's parents, that at first they were reluctant to even talk, but that threatening to call the cops eventually made them see reason. Of course, the pictures had to be shown in order for them to realize that this is serious. He says that they have agreed to sign Gavin over to his appointed godfather, me, that they are unable to care for him, and give him up freely and all that, so on and so forth, blah blah blah.

He says that with that, getting Gavin signed over to me and getting him Canadian citizenship will now be easy, and he is going to do that tomorrow. He also said, that as a good will gesture, that maybe Gavin's parents should sign over all their assets to Gavin, and at first they were reluctant to do so, but, again, the pictures were shown, and they were told that with the evidence that they have, they would never get out of jail, so call this their get out of jail card, it is just not free. Sadly they did not have a lot, but it was all given to the lawyers friend, who then gave it to my lawyer, who then put it into my account, and it is not even ten thousand dollars, but at least it helps Gavin.

I told Gavin all this, and he is very happy.

Next I emailed my client that wants their clock, two days early, and told them that it is now ready for pickup or delivery to wherever they want it. I know that they will likely ask me to deliver it to the clock makers shop, so that he can install the clockworks into it. But they may wish to come and view it too, which I offered as well. I am a little more than an hour and a half drive from where they live, but most people are not bothered by that when they are spending so much money on something. I have even had clients come and check out my shop before they hired me, but I cannot blame them, the state of someones shop says a lot to how the finished product will turn out. Granted, some of them come out to pick the wood that they want as well.

I have a couple other emails, asking for quotes on pieces, so I emailed back, asking for more details and whatnot, and then I was done that work for the night, and got down to reading. Minutes after I started reading, because I left my computer on to do this specifically, it pinged, telling me that I have an email. I opened it up, and found Lucas emailed back already. I called Talon over.

Hi there Talon, I like that name. It's good to meet you. Yeah, I'm gay, and yeah, I noticed that you were diapered as well. I need diapers, and more often than not, I wish I could wear them. I need them at night full time, but my mom refuses to buy them for me. Says I'm not a baby. I don't care if I am or not, I need them, even the doctor said so, and she still won't. I'd really like to spend the weekend, it'd be so nice to spend time with someone else who knows and understands. I asked my mom already, and she said that it'd be okay, but asked me what I'd do about wetting, and I said I'd just sleep in my sleeping bag that's designed for bed wetters, and no one would haveta know, I could change in the morning, just like I used to at cubs. My mom doesn't drive, so, any chance you could pick me up? Could we do it this weekend, my mom says you can pick me up at school and drop me off on Sunday night. Please.

That last word was not highlighted or otherwise made to sound as if it were pleading, yet, we can feel just how much he is begging. I simply said yes, so Talon replied.

Sure, we don't mind picking you up at all, what school do you go to, what time are you out, and what's your moms phone number so that my dad can call her.

He hit send, and then not even five minutes later, there was a reply.

I'm at SE Middle, I'm off at 2:45, and there's no point calling my mom, she already said it was okay, so there's no reason to either. She didn't even ask who you were, but then, she doesn't much care for me. While she's never said it, I know I'm just useless to her, she's disgusted every morning I wake up wet, and I'm positive she knows I'm gay. Maybe she's hoping I don't come home. No clue. Can't wait to see you Friday, I know your truck, so I'll watch for you. Oh, and come to the back of the school, way less traffic there, park on 225st and I'll take the shortcut through the school yard to there, it's way faster.

Talon replied back right away.

Okay, we'll meet you there, see you shortly before three, if we're not there right away, just wait, just in case we run late, have a good night.

I continued reading, but left my computer on, just in case Lucas emailed back, but he did not. When it was time for bed, we all headed there, and Talon and I relived a couple loads while kissing and stroking softly, possibly our favorite way to do so. After diapering each other up nice and snug, we went to sleep.

Lucas did not email back, so all was good to go for Friday. We left home in plenty of time to hopefully make it there at the appointed time, and managed to make it just minutes before school let out.

We had emailed with Lucas on Wednesday, and last night Talon, Gavin, and I made seven regular thickness cloth diapers, just one mega thick cloth diaper, and four pairs of plastic pants to go with them. The boys are thinking that Lucas would likely appreciate having something to help him sleep at night, and have enough for several days, the plastic pants are easy and fast to wash and dry, so he will not need as many. We are all thinking, though, that the mega thick diaper will have to stay here. Since I know what Lucas looks like, and about how big he is, about the same size as Gavin would be if he was proper weight, I told the boys to just make them Gavin's size, and so they did. With the three of us helping, and the fact that we have now done this several times and know how to do it properly now, it took next to no time at all to make them.

Not even five minutes after parking behind Lucas' school, we saw him, well, I did, but I pointed him out to the boys in the back seat, and then he saw us and came running over. I hopped out to greet him, so did the boys.

“Hello Lucas, it's good to meet you. I'm Scott, you likely recognize Talon, but this is Gavin, he's just recently come to live with us. His parents tortured him and kept him chained up in their basement, but he escaped and ran away, which is why he still looks a little thin and pale.”

“Hi, it's good to meet you too, your parents really did that to you, wow, that sucks huge, I'd kill my mom if she did that to me.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to, trust me, and if I hadta, I would've as well, but they never gave me the chance either, I was always chained up.”

“And here I thought my mom was bad. Makes me feel like I'm actually loved in comparison.”

“I hope there's no one else who knows what I've gone through this past year, it was horrible. I know there is though, all too often there's stories just like mine, and I doubt mine's even the worst, which is horrible. At least I'm alive, and they didn't rape me or sell me, but it's when they threatened to castrate me if I didn't renounce being gay that I knew I hadta escape, somehow.”

“They threatened to castrate you, no wonder you ran. Without that, what point is there in living.”

“Hence the reason I escaped. I would've rathered death.”

“Well, let's hop in boys, there's plenty of time to tell our stories later. We still have a couple stops to make before we head home. We left too late to be able to get to all the places we wanted to get to before picking you up, but we live quite a ways from town, and we were busy and having fun, so we didn't actually notice the time 'til almost an hour after we wanted to leave. That's okay though, I'm sure you won't mind shopping with us.”

“No, not at all. Just happy to be with others who are the same. You're gay too, aren't you Scott?”

“Yep, happy gay baby boy diaper lover, just like both my baby boys, and you as well.”

“Wicked. This weekend is gonna be so amazing. I've never had a friend before.”

“Same.” Both my baby boys said together.

We went and did our shopping, and when we stopped at the medical store to pick up diapers, Lucas damn near fainted he was so excited. Sadly I cannot buy some for Lucas, but we do have diapers for him, so hopefully that will be enough. As soon as we got everything that we needed from the other three places we stopped at, we headed home. As we drove, Talon was busy telling Lucas his tale, and just as we made it home, he was done.

“Okay Baby boys, into the house for baby bum changes first, and then we'll come offload everything.”

“Okay.” All three boys said excitedly, Lucas the loudest.

“Now, Lucas, I plan to change all three of you, if you needta, close your eyes as I do so, and because you're the only one not in a baby diaper, you get to go first.”

“Oh god yes, please diaper me up.”

“Okay, in fact, why not close your eyes and enjoy this.”

“Okay.” He said, and then closed his eyes.

I stripped Lucas bare, and he has a good sized erection, I would say somewhere in around the twelve to twelve and a half centimeter long range, and probably around five or so around. So good and long, and just a little thin still, but, I figure him for late twelve to early thirteen, so plenty of growing time left on him. He has just a tiny amount of hair above his dick, it is short, soft, and straight still. His balls are growing, but are not yet full sized, but from as big as they are, I am betting that Lucas can cum lots.

I laid Lucas down, and Talon passed me everything that he had went and grabbed while I was stripping Lucas. As suspected, he had grabbed our mega thick diapers. Perfect. If Lucas wants to find out if he is a diaper lover, this is a damn good way to do it. I slipped his diaper under his bum, and then proceeded to apply a good coating of baby lotion, and then, just as I started applying the diaper rash cream, he had had too much, and even though I was most certainly not trying to make Lucas cum, he painted his own face with the first three of seven shots. I heard Gavin cum at the same time, and then Talon giggle at him.

I powdered Lucas up, and then pulled up and secured his mega thick cloth diaper properly, and finally worked his plastic pants on him. Even though it is a dirty waste, I grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned all the cum off of Lucas' face, chest, and stomach.

“That was an impressive cum, not even you've ever fired that much or that far.” Talon said.

“That was fucking hot.” Gavin said.

“Yeah, to both.”

Lucas finally came down, and the look on his face is still delirious, he looks as if he has finally received the one thing he has needed his entire life. I know how he feels, so do both my baby boys. His hand went down, and he started stroking the front of his mega thick baby diaper, and only a second later, we saw the look that says that a baby boy is trying to peepee his baby diaper, and then he sighed as he started. Almost three minutes later, he sighed again. Wow, that was some huge load of pee.

“Looks like Baby enjoyed his first baby diaper change, and that was some load of peepee, it looks like you've wet your baby diaper lots and lots.” I said softly.

“Wow, is this ever amazing. Yeah, I've been holding my pee for the past two or three hours. I can't even tell you how many times I've almost peed my pants. I thought that with the diapers you bought, that we'd be wearing disposable baby diapers, but this is a cloth diaper, and it's amazingly thick.”

“That's a good baby boy. We mostly enjoy our disposables around here, I actually prefer them, well, so do the boys, but we do enjoy our mega thick cloth baby diapers as well. Now, hop up and you get to watch as I change the other baby boys, and then Talon will change me. Oh, and impressive cum by the way, you must not've cum for at least three or four days to have painted yourself like that.”

“Thanks, it's actually been more than a week, I can't jack off at home very much, because if my mom catches me, I never hear the end of it. It's vile and disgusting. Wonder how she'd feel about my cucumber usage.” He grinned brightly.

“Ooh, you're a naughty gay baby boy, excellent, but that's what got Gavin into his predicament. You'll hear about that in a few minutes. Now, sit back and enjoy the show.”

I changed Gavin next, and he is at his absolute hardest as well, even though he had just had a pretty massive orgasm himself. At least he managed to not cum again as I lotioned and creamed him up, though I am sure that it was a close call. I then changed Talon, and he too is really hard, and when I decided to be a little cruel, and tickled his balls, he smacked my hand. Of course, when Talon did the same to me during my diaper change, I repaid him. All three of us have held our pee for as long as we can as well, and so, as soon as we were all diapered, we had peed.

“Wow, you guys look so hot like that.”

“Thanks, so do you.” Talon said happily.

We sat down on the couches and I let Gavin tell his story again, and he remembered a few more details this time, and forgot a few that he had told us, but the gist of it was the same. I then told my story, and finally we had Lucas tell us his.

“So, I guess I'll start with the basics, my name is Lucas, I turned thirteen a few weeks ago, and I'm a gay baby boy diaper lover. I need diapers at night full time, but want them during the day so bad.

“I don't know when I first thought I was gay, but it's been a long time. For as long as I can remember, I remember thinking that I wanted to get into other boys' pants and do all sorts of naughty things. The first time I ever truly jacked off, I think I was seven or eight, it was because I had seen a boy naked, I was in cubs, and we'd had a swim, and me and him were in the cubicle together. He was so cute. I wanted to hit my knees and suck him like a baby soother. That night, I was so hard, thinking of that, that I was just touching it, and it felt good, then I grabbed onto it and started stroking and stroking and stroking. When I had my first cum, I thought something was wrong, but I felt so good. I couldn't stop either, and ended up cumming two more times before passing out.

“My diapers were taken away from me when I was about three and a half, I remember my mom telling me that after that, she felt I could go without, but, really, I couldn't, she should've kept me in diapers permanently, because I know it's what I've always wanted and needed. When we were at the doctors office once when I was about eight, I asked the doctor why I couldn't stop wetting the bed, no matter how little I drank, and why I'd sometimes wet my pants without reason, I never even felt it.

“My mom tried to say that he doesn't wanna hear about my shameful problems. The doctor looked at her and said that that is not shameful, and that at my age, as many as fifty percent of boys have at least one night time accident a month, and as many as ten percent wet every night still, and that it means nothing, and that daytime accidents is a little different but does happen, but at my age could mean something else, especially if I don't feel it happening. I told him that most days I have nothing to drink after dinner at all, and that one time, I had nothing at all to drink all day, and I still wet. Even though my mom tried to make me stop talking, we just ignored her.

“He did a couple exams in the office, but sent me in for tests. My mom said she wasn't gonna take me, because it wasn't necessary, he said that she has to, and that if he doesn't get the test results, that he will have child services come and take me for the tests. Boy did I hear about that when we got in the car, she told me how I should be ashamed of myself for blabbing my shameful secret. She was so mad, I thought for sure she was gonna beat me. So, she did take me for the tests, and when the results were in, we went back. The doctor never even looked at my mom. I honestly don't know why he didn't call child services then and there.

“He told me very clearly that what's happening is not my fault, that I have something wrong inside my head that doesn't tell me not to pee while I sleep, and also appears to affect me during the day, only not to the same degree, and that the way it appears, that it may be a life long problem. He said best case, it gets better on its own, worst case, it actually gets worse, but it sure hasn't gotten better, at least it hasn't really gotten any worse, I still have about one to two daytime accidents a month.

“I asked him if there was a way to fix it, and he said that it's possible brain surgery could resolve it, but that the risks far outweighed the benefits in his opinion. I asked him what I could do, and that's when he told me what I've known my whole life. He said, and I think I quote, 'Your best bet is to probably wear night time protective underwear.' I said, 'so diapers.' And he said, 'yes, if you wish to call them that, they do amount to the same thing, but most boys your age would never call them that, but many boys my age do wear them, just that I might haveta wear them all my life to bed.'

“As soon as we left, I asked my mom if we could go buy some diapers so that I can finally have a good sleep, and that's the first time she said, 'no, you're not a baby, you don't need diapers, and I refuse to buy them or let you wear them. It's shameful.' I said, 'but didn't you hear the doctor, he said it's what I need', and she yelled at me, and said the exact same thing over again.

“So, yeah, after that, I've been dreaming of wearing diapers, and the older I get, the more I dream of wearing them all day. When I saw you the other day Talon, and thought for sure that you were diapered, as well as smokin' hot and almost certainly gay, I knew I hadta get to know you. It took way more courage than you can imagine to email you. I admit, I stalked you guys a bit in the store, following you, watching you, dreaming about your sexy baby diapered bum, and then when you left, I followed you out, and I was so lucky, you hopped into a marked business truck, I had my pack with me, I always keep a spare change of clothes with me at all times for just in case, but I also had a notepad and a pencil in there, and I wrote down the company name and email address right away. I've quite literally been having a non stop mental fight with myself since then. I wrote and deleted probably a hundred emails, maybe more.

“So, yeah, no friends, not a single one. I went to Cubs, my mom didn't really want me to go, lest someone discover my horrible shame, but I went to the place myself and asked about it. I asked a leader how they deal with boys who wet the bed during sleepovers and whatnot, and he told me that it happens more than I can imagine, and that they allow us the privacy we need for just in case of an emergency, or a private place to change into and out of our night time gear, or if we wet, somewhere safe to change out of wet clothes. I said I don't wear diapers, so, not sure how I'd deal with that, and he said his eldest son recently outgrew that himself, and that he had had a special sleeping bag just for bed wetters that he would be happy to give to me, since his youngest, who will be in the same group as me, didn't need it.

“I wanted to go to Cubs so to maybe get some friends, but, I guess I'm just not good around other kids, because I never made any friends there either. Sure, they played with me, and we all had fun there, and no one ever teased me, even when I wet my pants there once, and everyone did find out that I wet the bed, but the one leader was really good about that, I guess because his one son had also wet, so he musta known what I was going through. He saw it happen too, and he looked at all the other boys and said that if even one of them made fun of me for that, that he'd personally tell of each and every one of them that also wets the bed, and that he knows of every one of them.

“I was so happy. Still didn't really help though. It was way better than always being at home, and I had lotsa fun during the outings and sleepovers. Oh, and my mom refused to pay for that, said it was frivolous, and that we couldn't afford such luxuries, oh, but she could afford hundreds of dollars a month of makeup, shoes, clothes, and booze. When I told the leader of that when I wanted to sign up, he said that they had a fund for kids who couldn't afford to come. I don't think he liked my mom much, well, I like her less.

“So, considering I have no friends, and I have nothing better to do, I just do all my schoolwork, and do extra work when I'm at home, since I may as well. I hate watching TV, I don't like most movies, there's only so much shit you can look at on the internet before your eyes start to bleed, so I read and study. I'm in an advanced course at school that allows us to work at our own pace. Since I started at that school in grade seven, I was placed in that class, I'm now doing the senior high work, so grades ten and eleven mostly. My teacher tells me I may have no choice but to transfer to the senior high next year, but I really don't wanna, I'm already a little on the small side, and I'm already not good with other kids, I can't imagine it'd be any better there. I begged them not to send me this year, I was too young, too small, the bigger kids'd chew me up and spit me out. Hell they already do in the middle school, and they're all around the same age as me, but I'm still smaller than most.

“And that, I'm afraid to say, is about all there is to say about that. Wish there was more to say, but most of my life's been hiding and trying to stay alive.”

“It's amazing how much alike we all are in so many ways. All of us smart, all of us gay diaper lovers, all of us abused in one form or another, or several, friendless, no real family to speak of, and in most cases we'd really rather not speak of them at all. Yet, for all our similarities, we are different too, and that's good. If you'd like, I'll send my lawyer to your mom and have him talk to her and see about having you come and live here as well. I may as well take you in too, what's one more really.” I said, though I have no idea why I am doing so, so soon, we have just barely met, but I feel that we really are all so similar.

“I'd really like that. Thanks so much.” He said and then flung himself at me and hugged me tightly.

I hugged Lucas for probably ten minutes as he cried, the damn having burst after not even a whole minute, cradling and rubbing his incredibly thick and soggy diapered baby bum, and holding and tickling his back tenderly. Once he was cried out, I continued to hold him for another minute before he pushed away, and when he did so, he did so with a nice kiss right to my lips, not a sexual or sensual kiss, just the kind of kiss you give someone you love, but not in that way.

“Thanks Baby, that was nice.”

“Thanks, it was. I've never been held before, never hugged nor kissed before, it was nice. I know you have a baby boyfriend already, but I've always wanted a daddy too.” He smiled warmly to me.

As soon as Lucas slipped out of my arms, I grabbed my computer and emailed my lawyer, telling him that I had found another boy who was being abused, and even though I think I might be insane, that I want for him to go talk to Lucas' mother and have her sign Lucas over to me so that he does not have to live with the near constant mental abuse that she gives him. He still has not got back to me on Gavin, so I asked him how that is coming along as well, since I may as well, and sent it off.

We ended up sitting there talking for the rest of the evening, learning more and more about each other, it was quite nice. It is funny, though, I have never talked so much in my entire life until Talon came along, and now Gavin and Lucas, and I am finding that I am doing okay. Even when I had short term live in partners, we never really talked, it was still pretty much all physical, pretty much just raw fucking any time we were able to. Before Talon came along, I rarely talked, to tell you the truth. The boys all say the same, they never talked, and in reality were never truly allowed to talk either.

When bedtime came, I put Gavin and Lucas to bed, tucking them into separate beds, kissing them both goodnight and wishing them a good sleep. I then joined my baby in bed, and we kissed and stroked each other to a pair of very good baby boygasms before we too fell fast asleep.