The Recruiter

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My name is Agent Adam Black, I know, not very original, nor is it my real name, but my real name is buried somewhere so deep not even I remember it any more. I am a spy, I work for the Canadian government. Many scoff, saying we have no military, we have no spies, well, then, we're doing our jobs well then, aren't we. I am only one of a couple dozen or so agents, but I have a special job. Years and years ago, I was still in high school when it happened, I myself was recruited. I was astoundingly brilliant, far too smart for my own good, and I attracted the attentions of certain people. I had secrets though, deep dark secrets, and one night, that secret got let out. I was labeled a monster, jailed, and, in jail, I officially died.

The night it happened, I was babysitting my eight year old neighbor, it was not the first time, nor was it the first time we had played. I was fifteen, he was eight, his parents came home early and caught us both in a rather compromising position. I was on my back, my young teen erection poked through my soggy diaper, and he was bouncing on it, riding me like a bronco, fucking himself through his soggy diaper.

His parents freaked out, his dad hit me so hard I was out like a light, and when I woke up, I was handcuffed to a hospital bed. The trial was the worst thing to ever happen to me, the judge labeled me a sexual offender with a taste for preteen boys and I was sent to the kiddie pen.

I was only there for a day when he came to visit. He had no name, he wore gloves and I was positive a mask as well, so I have no idea if that was what he looked like. I was told I was the perfect fit for his organization, asked what I would do to get out of jail. Of course, I said anything. He gave me a pill, told me to take it that night after I went to bed, that I'd officially die, and that I would then be trained.

Of course, he told me a considerable amount more than this, and though I thought it was too good to be true, that it was probably really poison, and that he was trying to kill me because I was a monster, it was what I wanted anyway. They had put me on suicide watch, because I told them to just kill me, because it was what I wanted anyway, so I guess they thought I meant it.

When I woke up, I was in a training facility, where I was trained to be a master spy. I was trained in everything, I would and could do anything, and by the time I was eighteen and fully trained, I had already been on three missions, taken out several targets, and there was nothing that I would not so. Well, except one thing. It was what got me the job of my life. I was told I had to take out a man while his son was there, I refused, told my superiors that I would never harm a child in such a way, that I would find a cleaner way. I did, and the son ended up in my care, not knowing a thing. He ended up in my bed, I still had the taste for young boys, my superiors found out, and used this to their advantage.

That boy ended up being my first recruit, sadly he was killed in action. I have lost a few since then as well, it is always hard, but we all know that our job comes with its risks, and the boys always agree to it. Many more, however, have gone on and exceeded in our field. So, I am now lead recruiter and trainer for an extremely secret spy group, we laughingly call the spy kids. If anyone outside my department knows about it, I do not know or care. It is best, however, that no one does.

I am now nearing forty years old and I usually only have one or two trainees at any given point in time, I recruit them usually around the age of ten or so, and I typically keep them for three to five years. Once trained, my boys are capable of doing very nearly any job that is required of them. At this point in time, I have been without a recruit for several months, this is neither new, nor bad, my boys are not always needed, and more often than not, all we do is train. With that being said though, I am always on the lookout for new recruits. I watch for the bright ones, the loners, the ones, (like me) without family or friends.

The boy I have been watching though recently is special. He is like me in so many ways it is uncanny. He has been in foster care since he was just a baby, he has bounced around foster homes his entire life because of his medical conditions, he has to wear diapers as well, he was outed recently as gay, he is absolutely brilliant, and he is stunningly beautiful. His name is Mitchel Grayson, he is nine years old, he has long blond hair, bright green eyes, small button nose, small cleft on his chin and large dimples on his cheeks. He has naturally bright red lips and full luscious eyelashes, and he has been teased since he was six that he was pretty like a girl. Sadly, with his bladder problems and having to wear diapers, as well as being incredibly shy, he has no friends whatsoever. This too factored into the reasons for me liking him. Today is Monday, and he is in school, and I have an appointment to see him. Of course, I can get fake ID for anything that is needed.

“Thank you for coming to see me today Mr. Grayson, please, have a seat.” I said to the clearly nervous young man.

I am currently in a small office room in the boys school, I had checked the room for any sort of monitoring devices already, and had found something, but it is currently deactivated, though whomever could possibly be listening will have no clue about that. Young Mitchel is so scared, I can see him shivering, I can almost taste his fear, he is so beautiful, and I cannot wait until he himself can instill that kind of fear in someone as well, because I will help him to build that. I waited for him to sit, though he has yet to say a word, or even make a sound.

“I can see that you're scared, but you have no reason to be scared. You were told that I was with the ministry of children, you're afraid that I'm here to move you, once again. In a way, I suppose that part's at least true. However, I am not with the ministry of children.”

“Who are you then?” He whispered.

“Just a figment of everyone's imaginations. I don't exist, and soon, neither will you. I've tapped into your computer, I know everything about you, I know how much you wanna escape, I've been watching your every move for the past couple months, and I have an offer to make you.”

As I spoke, Mitchel's eyes got wider and wider, more and more fear was showing, and that was okay. They all acted the same, I was no different.

“It's okay, you're afraid that I'd hate you for what I've found on your computer, but that couldn't be further from the truth. It's all that that makes me know you're the one for me, and, if you agree, soon you can gain so much. Now, how much do you wanna escape from this hell? How much would you do to escape the torment? How much would you give to become the powerful one?” I said, getting softer and softer as I went, reeling him in.

“Anything.” He whispered.

“I know. I was once in your position, although I was a prisoner at the time, but the same thing, I wanted to escape so bad, I was willing to do anything. If you want to escape, tonight, just before bed, take this pill. It won't harm you, but for all intents and purposes, you're gonna die tonight. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll be in my care, and I'll train you. You'll get a new name, a new life, and you'll be one of us, our countries elite, a spy.”

“I wanna believe you, but you're lying to me.” He said, tears coming down, yet, just like me, he took the pill.

“I thought the same thing. I thought the pill was gonna kill me, but it was what I wanted anyway, so I took it, and here I am. Tomorrow morning, you'll learn more, I promise, and I promise that everything will be okay, from here on out.”

I continued talking, telling him everything that he would need to know to make a well informed decision, I hardly let him speak, not that he wanted to, mind you, we are all the same, it is only empty words, he really did want to die. Finally I was done telling him everything that he needed to know, and without he or I saying anything further, I got up and left. The rest now had to be up to Mitchel. I went to my hotel and waited. That night at just after ten PM the call came out, Mitchel was found by his foster parents, they had come to check on him before going to bed, apparently they had noticed that he was off that evening, and found that he was dead. He had foam in his mouth, he was not breathing, and they called the ambulance. I waited for the medical examiner to finish and determine that Mitchel died from poisoning himself, and within hours, he was declared dead by suicide. Now for my turn. Using one of my many fake ID's, I headed to the medical examiners office. They had just called the ministry of children to notify them, and, of course, I intercepted the call.

I was greeted by an annoying woman at reception, so I told her who I was and what I was there for. She gave me that, you're nothing but a man, why should I do anything for you, look, god I hate women. I gave her my most winning smile, I wanted to puke, but she let me in. I met the M.E. a few seconds later.

“Good morning Sir, I understand you had one of my charges come in last night, a young Mitchel Grayson.”

“Yes, sad case, seems he poisoned himself, but where such a young boy would get cyanide I have no idea.”

The poison we use, and it is a poison, looks and acts almost exactly like cyanide, even looking at it under a microscope says it is cyanide, except that it does not kill right away. However, to look at a patient, you would think he or she had died, and as long as I administer the antidote within twelve hours, the patient almost always survives, completely unharmed. A few have been lost, it does happen, though, thankfully, to none of the boys I recruited.

“It is sad, he was doing so well with his therapist too, he's been on suicide watch since the kids at school found out he was gay, and with having to wear diapers, it was too much for him. It's always sad to lose one so young, but this young man had a hard life. Maybe now he can have some peace. In the end, it is all that any can ask for I suppose. Anyway, here's all the paperwork, I hope you'll find everything's in order, I'm to transport him to the funeral home, where, sadly, I'll be the only one in attendance for his funeral. So sad really, only nine years old and no friends.”

“It is sad,” He said as he looked over the papers. “Well, this all looks to be in order. He's all yours then.”

Within five minutes, I had him loaded into the van I was using, it is unmarked, but that is usual, and as soon as I was able to, I gave Mitchel the shot that would reverse the poison. It would take well over an hour for it to do its job before Mitchel would wake up, so we had plenty of time. I got to the hotel, and, using the service elevator that I had already disabled all video monitoring to, got Mitchel up to my room. The first order of business, was going to be to get the beautiful young boy diapered. He was officially dead, why would they diaper him. Now that he was to be coming down from the poison, he was going to pee though, and more than likely mess himself too. I use only the very best diapers, for myself and all my boys, so Mitchel received a super thick, super thirsty, and super comfortable disposable diaper.

As soon as I had Mitchel all taken care of, I went about checking his vital signs, and they were already starting to come back, so that was good. In less than half an hour, he would wake up. I sat by the bed, holding his hand as I waited. I wanted for him to feel me there when he woke up. Finally he started coming to, and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hi there Mitchel, it's good to see you again. You look good for being dead.”

“It wasn't a dream then, I really did die?”

“Technically speaking, yes, you did. The poison we use doesn't kill you right away though, it just looks like cyanide poisoning, and I got you the antidote with plenty of time to spare, and here you are. You're now a ghost, just like me.”

“So, I get to be a spy then, just like you?”

“That's right, though you'll need a lot of training before that happens. We've got a lot of work to do, and training will start tomorrow, once we get you to my home.”

“Okay, where do you live, and why would you want me, I'm just a faulty gay baby boy?”

“I live in a small valley where we'll have lots of room to train, and the reason I want you, is because we're the same. I'm a faulty gay baby boy too, and I had no family as well.”

“Really.”

“Absolutely.” I said. I stood up and dropped my clothes, so that he could see that I was wearing a thick diaper as well. “You see, we're the same, I even have you in the exact same diaper as I'm wearing, just in your size, they're the absolute best anywhere, I think you'll agree that they're very comfortable.”

“Wow.” He whispered.

“I know, it's a lot to take in.”

“Why would you want a kid though, I can't be a spy, can I?”

“Actually, sometimes a kid is the best spy for the job. Adults will say and do things around kids that they wouldn't say or do around adults, you're not very threatening, but you also have a very special attribute, you're gay. You want to have sex with adults, as well as other boys, well, sometimes you have to use sex to your advantage to get what you want.”

“Really, I'm gonna have to have sex with men or boys to get information?” He asked, wide eyed.

“If that's what it takes, absolutely.”

“But, well, I've never had sex before.”

“I know, and you're very small too, but I'll train you in that as well. That is, if you'll let me. If you'd rather start out with a boy, or boys, I can have as many hot boys as you can handle brought to our house so that you can have as much sex as you like.”

“Really?”

“For sure. Not only is sex amazing, but it's an amazingly powerful tool in our trade. It's possibly the most powerful of the tools I'll train you in, and before too long, you will need to have sex with me, but that'll be up to you as to when. Granted, you're also gonna be trained in several forms of hand to hand combat, as well as weapons, bombs, driving and flying, if you need to know it, I'll train you in it.”

“You're gonna teach me how to drive and fly even?”

“Yes. Though one of the hardest things that I'll be training you, is in threat removal.”

“Oh, that sounds an awful lot like you're gonna train me how to kill someone.”

“That's 'cause I will be. That's probably the hardest thing you'll have to do, but you have to know how to. Don't worry though, it'll be a while before you're expected to do anything of the sort.”

“Oh.” He said, going more than a little green.

“Don't worry. When and if you ever need to take someone out, you can be assured that they're very bad. Now, we really need to get you up and moving, so that the rest of the poison can get out of your system, as well as get you some food and drink, for the same reason. So, up and at em boy.”

Mitchel got up and out of bed, he was a little unsteady on his feet for a few minutes, but, before too long, he was walking around as normal.

“Okay, so the very first thing we need to do is get you into a disguise, so that you don't attract any unwanted attention. We'll leave in a few hours, but, until then, it'd be best if no one here recognizes you. That's usually bad.”

“Um, yeah, especially if I'm supposed to be dead.”

“So, boy or girl?” I asked as I grabbed a suitcase full of clothes and other assorted articles to disguise a child.

“I really don't like girls, I'd rather be a boy.”

“Good. You make a much better looking boy anyway.” I said.

“All the kids at school said I looked like a girl though.”

“Nah, they're just being mean. I mean, sure, if someone only caught a glimpse of you from behind, you could be mistaken for a girl, but you're all boy, and that's good. So, would you like preppy, skater, punk, slob, what's your poison.”

“Apparently cyanide.” He giggled.

“Good, you do have a sense of humor, I like that.”

“I don't know though, I've never dressed in anything other than slob clothes, no one ever wanted to spend too much money to buy me nice clothes, so can I go with something really nice?”

“Absolutely, though I bet you'd look hot in some good punk gear.” I said as I started pulling things from the case. I already knew Mitchel's size, so I had something for pretty much every occasion in there. I grabbed a plain white diaper shirt first, a pair of tan pants, a really nice purple golf shirt, a pair of black leather shoes, and a pair of black socks.

“Okay, now, would you like your hair cut, or would you rather leave it long?”

“I'd rather leave it long.”

“Good, I think it suits you. We do need to change it though, so, what colour would you like. It's not permanent dye, just temporary.”

“How about black.”

“Black it is then. Let's go to the bathroom to do this then.”

We went to the bathroom and I washed Mitchel's hair in the sink, then applied the dye, making it a jet black. I even had to get his eyebrows, because they were very blonde as well. Within fifteen minutes I was done, so I grabbed my hair dryer and brush and started drying and styling his hair. I was done only a few minutes later.

“You look like a totally different boy, go ahead and look now.” I said, because I had prevented him from doing so until I was done.

He turned and looked at himself in the mirror and grinned. “Wow, I look totally different already.”

“Yes, now let's get you dressed.” I said as I led him back to the bedroom.

I helped Mitchel to get dressed, even putting on his socks and shoes for him, and he smiled.

“There you go, you look hot like this.”

“Thanks. What would you've done if I'd asked for punk?”

“Ripped jeans, metal tee, wild hair, I still think you'd have looked hot like that, but you do look good like this. Now, your name. You can't go by your name any longer, Mitchel's dead, and he needs to stay that way, so choose your new name.”

“Oh, um, I don't know.”

“What's your favorite name. What's the name of the first boy you had a crush on?”

“His name was Joshua.”

“Okay, so, your new name is Joshua then, but we'll call you Josh. My last name's Black, so that's your new last name. I'll make your ID later, but for now, welcome to life, Josh Black.”

“Oh, that's gonna take some getting used to.”

“Yes, I'm sure it will, but just think of Mitchel as being dead, he is, that'll make it easier. Now, let's go for breakfast.”

“Okay, but don't you think you should get dressed first?”

“Why, I'd go like this?” I grinned to him.

“I don't think I'd go anywhere with you dressed in only a diaper.” He giggled.

“No, I should think not.”

I got dressed quickly and we packed everything up, because we would not be coming back anyway. We headed down the back hall again and down to my van, no one any the wiser. I disabled my video interference and we left.

“Okay, what would you like for breakfast?”

“I don't know, I usually only get cereal for breakfast, if I get any at all.”

“Okay, then we'll go to one of my favorites then.”

I pointed us to a waffle house style restaurant and, when we arrived, I placed the orders for us both, because Josh had no idea what he wanted. When the food arrived, he ate with gusto, enjoying every bite of it. We hardly talked as we were in the restaurant, and I can understand why. It had been a lot for Josh to take in, everything had moved so fast, and now that it was starting to settle, he was getting scared. It was not until we were back in the van, after having a most excellent meal, that he finally crashed. I knew he would, they all did, even I did, and he broke down in large pitiful sobs. I pulled him to me and rubbed his back tenderly, saying nothing until he calmed back down.

“There there, I understand, I was once in your position too remember, and I know what you're going through. Have no fears though, you're safe now, no one can ever hurt you again.” I whispered right into his ear.

“How can you say that, you wanna train me as a spy, I could get killed?”

“Yes, that danger is very much there and real. In twenty plus years of doing what I do, I've lost several friends. I'm not gonna lie to you, it was horrible. I've even lost a few recruits, young boys, just like you. Thankfully though, that number's not as high as it could be. However, with that being said, the danger of you dying at any point is there and real as well, regardless of whether or not you're a spy. Being a spy does increase that risk a bit, I suppose, but really, I've had an amazing life, and so have all that I've ever worked with. It's not all dangerous, it's not all life threatening, it's not all out there, hand to hand combat, fighting for your life every day. Nor is it every day taking out a target. This isn't a James Bond movie, what he does in one movie, two agents probably don't do in their entire lives. Granted, I've done as much as, or more than, but I was once the highest level spy there was.”

“What I mean by hurt you ever though is mentally. You've never been hurt physically, no one's ever hit you or threatened to kill you, yet, but you've been hurt far more than that. You were abused in the worst possible ways, mentally and emotionally. No, I'm gonna train you so that you're far too strong for that, you're gonna feel good for a change, even though the next few months, as you go through basic training, is gonna hurt you physically, a lot. You're even gonna learn love, though it's imperative that you don't fall in love with me. I know you will, they all do, but, we have to try our hardest to not allow emotions to cloud our job. I will fall in love with you, of that I can guarantee, but I know now not to let that interfere with what has to be done. I'm stronger than that.” I said.

“Why aren't you as high up any more?” He asked softly.

“Because I'm getting older. As we age, naturally we slow down, and while I'm still every bit as good as I was, I know that eventually I'll be too slow once, and that'll be it. No, I've mostly backed off the large jobs and have taken on training mostly. I still go into the field and do jobs, but now it's usually with my recruits. I often act as the boys dad, so that we can get into places that most agents couldn't. No one suspects a father and son as spying on them.”

“Oh.” He said, wiping the last few tears from his eyes and the snot from his nose, he pulled away and I let him go, and he went and sat back down in his seat properly.

“You okay now?”

“I suppose so. I just don't know if I'm cut out to do this.”

“I know how you feel, remember, I was once in your shoes. I was older, which probably made it harder on me, because I was already starting to get old enough to understand limitations. You're young enough that you still think anything's possible, and it is, I've proven that often enough. I still remember feeling like I would be shit though, that I'd die on my very first mission, but clearly I didn't.”

“What if I do though?”

“Then you do. I've never lost a recruit on his first mission though, you'll be too well trained for that. It's usually when you get cocky and complacent that you miss something that gets you dead. The key there though, is constant vigilance, never lose concentration, never lose focus, never get cocky, and never get complacent. Just remember, in the end, everyone dies, there's no escaping that, you've already died once, the next time will likely be permanent, but whether you're a spy or not makes no difference to the fact that you'll die. Yes, you're gonna lead a more dangerous life, that could, in fact, get you killed, but you're also gonna be trained in ways to prevent that like you wouldn't believe. You'll survive a lot more than you ever thought possible by the time I'm finished with you.”

“You're not really making me feel any better.”

“No, I'm not really trying to paint you a rosy picture, I'm not gonna lie to you and tell you it'll be all right. Yes, what we do is dangerous, yes, you could die, but, at the same time, you could die just by crossing the street. Living, whether a spy or not, is dangerous, and only has one end. How it happens, we never know, when it happens, we never know, but, by being trained, we can prevent a lot more than most can. Just so you know though, I'll never lie to you, I will tell you the truth, even if it means a bitter slap to the face. I'm gonna teach you how to lie, and I'm gonna teach you how to tell when someone else is lying, which means I'll have to lie to you in training, but one on one like this, no, I'll never lie.”

“Oh. Is it gonna hurt?”

“The next several months, you're gonna be in near constant pain, I'm gonna keep you very nearly exhausted at all times, and I'll enjoy doing it too. There are gonna be times that you'll hate me, hell, you'll probably hate me for the entire first month of basic training, but you'll do it, and you'll smile the entire time. Basic training is about tearing you down and building you back up again. Personally, I think that it's actually better to start out young like you, because you haven't built up many bad habits yet, you don't know what limitations are, to you, you can do anything. I believe you can do anything as well.”

“Oh, and I have to do it now, don't I?”

“Yes. You pretty much agreed to the fine print the second you took the pill. I told you more than enough before then for you to have made your decision. Once made, it's pretty much binding. There are outs, but it's me that decides if you take them or not, not you.”

“That's what I thought. I've watched enough spy movies to know that once in, you never get back out, and I accepted that when I took the pill that killed me. Granted, I didn't think I'd actually live, but I wondered if you were telling the truth. When are you gonna teach me about sex and fucking, will you hurt me then?”

“Usually after basic training is done, we start the rest of your training, and sex is included. You're pretty young and small, so it's gonna hurt a bit at first, but it'll feel amazingly good at the same time too, and we'll go slow to reduce the pain you feel anyway.”

“What if I wanted you to teach me while I'm going through basic training. If I'm gonna be in pain anyway, may as well make it worthwhile?”

“A few have requested that, and I've done it too, because you're right, you're gonna be in pain anyway, and the sex feels amazingly good, so it actually helped them to focus more and take more pain for longer, because they looked forward to it.”

“Then, that's what I want as well.”

“Okay. You've really wanted sex bad for a while, haven't you?”

“Oh yeah. I started looking at gay porn on the internet two years ago, just before I started grade two. I thought you'd know that.”

“I did, but looking at porn doesn't tell me how much you wanted sex. It tells me that you're gay, it tells me that you're a naughty baby boy, and it even tells me that you want it, but not how much. Granted, I had a pretty good idea from several other things, but not just that.”

“Oh. So, where are we going now then?”

“To the airport, that's where my helicopter's waiting.”

“Oh, we get to fly?”

“Absolutely. When I told you that you'd get to learn how to fly, I wasn't lying, eventually you'll get to fly the helicopter as well.”

“That'll be cool.”

“Oh yeah. Being a spy means you get to do a lot more than any other kid would ever get to do, even dream of doing actually. You'll learn to drive, and by the time you're eleven, you'll be fully trained in all driving and flying methods, you'd even be able to hop in an average jet and take off. You're gonna learn pretty much everything, there won't be a day that goes by when we don't learn something. Being a spy means you have to know a lot, and that's why you were chosen.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you're a gay boy diaper wearer, and I even suspect diaper lover, that's what attracted me to you, but had you not passed the rest of the tests, you wouldn't be here now.”

“What tests?”

“Over the past several months, you've been receiving emails with links to tests, and you aced every last one of them. You only thought they were brain activity things, but they were testing everything about your brain. Your memory, your aptitude, your recall ability, your thought process, it measured it all, and you're brilliant. As you age, you'll get even better, especially with the training that I'll give you. That's the key to our training, you have to be incredibly smart, and you are.”

“Oh. I wondered about them, some of the tests seemed pretty hard, but they were fun.”

“For the likes of you and I, they're fun, and a little challenging, but to most, they wouldn't have even made it through the first one. Most college graduates can't even do them. There were dozens of tests, and the lowest grade you received was ninety five percent, and the only reason for that, is because of your age, you simply haven't seen everything yet.”

“Oh. Why do you think I'm a diaper lover?”

“Because, you have no bladder control, and you have to wear diapers, yet you never complain about it, you never wear catheters, you get upset when you don't get proper diapers, all that. I have all your reports from your social worker, you never complained that you had to wear diapers, you only complained when a foster family didn't buy you proper diapers, or good diapers. When you were six, your family at that time tried switching you to Goodnites or Underjams, you refused to wear them. They tried telling you that they were cheaper, you didn't care. When a family buys you the cheap diapers, the ones that are uncomfortable, or don't hold enough, you complain and get the good diapers. I also have a report here that says you were devastated a little more than a year ago when you grew out of Pampers. Now, if that doesn't scream, 'I'm a diaper lover,' at the top of ones lungs, I don't know what does.” I smiled to him.

“No, I'm a diaper lover, I've known for a long time. You are too though, aren't you?”

“Absolutely. Why wouldn't someone love diapers, like, honestly, right.”

“Yeah, tell me about it, but last year, the family I was with, their real son was ten, he still wet the bed, he wore Goodnites, and he hated it. I told him to try my diapers, that not only were they more comfortable, but they held more too, and he refused, saying he didn't wanna be a baby like me. I said, 'Fine, but you still wear diapers, regardless of what type they are, so you're as big a baby as I am.' Boy did I get in trouble for that, his parents were furious, but like I said, he called me a baby first, and he had to wear diapers too, even if for only nights. He didn't get in trouble though, none of them ever did, but I started noticing my diapers go missing, he was stealing them, and he was wearing them during the day too, I know it, because I saw it one day. I tried to confront him about it, and yeah, that didn't go well. The day I found out I was moving, I left the rest of my pack of diapers for him, hid them in his closet, and told him that I left him a surprise. We still went to school together for a few months after that, until I moved again, and about a week after, I asked him if he found what I left him, and he blushed. I told him that he should enjoy them, and when he runs out, to ask for proper baby diapers, because being a diaper lover isn't all bad. I wonder if he still wears them, that was a year ago.”

“Clearly he was afraid of his feelings, it was nice of you to help him out like that though. If you tell me his name, when we get home, we can search for his computer and hack into it to find out if he's a diaper lover.”

“Really, you can do that?”

“Of course. How do you think I found you.”

“I don't know, how did you find me?”

“I was in town for an assignment and I saw you. You were walking from school, you were so beautiful and so sad looking. I'd just finished my job, so I followed you, found where you lived, and then did the rest from there. I'm always on the lookout for boys like you, you're hard to find, but when I do, I research to find out if you'll be able to handle it. Ninety plus percent of all the boys I see are pretty much immediate no's, ten percent or so get checked into further, and then of them, only one percent of them makes it this far. In the last year, I've researched probably ninety or a hundred boys, maybe more now. I might only find one every couple or a few years, or sometimes I'll have two or three boys at the same time. I recruit from all over the country, and I even have a couple friends point me to certain boys from time to time.”

“Wow, really. They know you're gay, that you wear diapers and have sex with boys?”

“Sure, how do you think I was recruited in the first place.” I said, and then told him my tale.

“Oh, and they never treat you bad?”

“Of course not. Anyone who thinks that boylove is bad has never tried it. I've had sex with hundreds of boys now, all over the world, and trust me, every last one of them wanted and enjoyed it a great deal.”

“But, they call people like you rapists and jail you.”

“Yes, sadly that does happen, all too often, however, with that being said, anyone who's found to be a genuine boy lover, one who'd never hurt a boy, is freed from jail and given a new life. However, if they are rapists, then they get to stay there. The general public has this idea that children can't be sexual, they're idiots.” I said vehemently.

“I agree.”

Just then we made it to the airport. I turned the van over to the rental company and then we headed to where my helicopter was. I paid the fees, registered my flight plan, and got the bird warming up. Within twenty minutes of arriving, we were ready to go, so I helped Josh to get buckled up, and then we were off. He did not talk at all as we flew north and into the mountains. My guess would be that he was enjoying the flight too much for mere words, because he was watching everything, turning and looking at everything as we went. It was only a two hour flight to my home, and, before too long, we were descending over my ranch.

“Wow, huge place.” Josh said.

“Yeah, it's pretty large.”

“What's that?” He asked, pointing at something. I looked to see what he was pointing at.

“Ah, that's my pride and joy. That there is a full combat preparedness course, or obstacle course if you wish. It's over an acre large, and it has everything. When we train in there, we'll use paint ball guns, grenades, land mines, and everything. You'll love it, eventually.” I grinned to him, because as I talked, his face went more and more ashen.

“Um, right. And is that a racing oval?”

“Yep, you have to learn how to drive cars at high speeds, so you need to be able to go fast, and next to it's the driving obstacle coarse, because, again, you have to know how to drive properly.”

“Wow, and is that a horse barn?”

“Yep, though it doubles as my hangar for the helicopter as well. I only have twenty horses, so the barn's never full. I also have some cows and chickens, goats and sheep, you know, a small farm.”

“Cool. I always wanted to ride horses. How did you do all this?”

“Just a minute, we're about to set down, then I'll answer.”

I landed and powered down a few seconds later, then we disembarked. As soon as the rotors were done spinning down, I retracted them, grabbed the tractor and the dolly to move it into the barn, and got that taken care of. While in the barn, Josh looked around at everything.

“Okay, let's go to the house, and we'll get undressed, because we normally just go in our diapers around here.”

“Okay, cool, I always wanted to go around in just my diapers, but no one ever let me before.”

“I know. So, to answer your last question, I inherited the ranch from the previous owner, though that's not how he wanted it. He was a piece of scum, so before I killed him, I had him sign it over to me. I added lots, but the house and the barn were already here. He'd been growing and selling poppies to make drugs, he was a major drug kingpin in the area, and my job was to find out his entire network and take them all out. It was a lot of fun actually, because I got to fuck his twelve year old son in front of him, which was what broke him the most, to find his son was such a horrible disgrace. He's well into his twenties now, we got him out, got him a new name and family where he could be the gay boy he is, and now he even has a baby of his own.”

“Wow. How do you get power and gas and stuff like that?”

“No gas here, everything's electric, powered by my very own hydro electric dam. There's a lake in the mountain there that was created by a natural dam, but the previous owner had a proper one built and had the generator installed, so that he could get free power to run his operations, and no one would be any the wiser. Now I take advantage of it. Unlimited power, free of charge.”

“That's cool. How do you get gas here though for the cars and the helicopter?”

“Only the helicopter uses fuel, the rest of the vehicles here are electric. The helicopter, of course, gets fueled when I go out. Being part of the government has its perks, like the very best vehicles, electric ones, they're amazing.”

“Oh, that makes sense. How'd you build everything else though?”

“Government contractors, sworn to secrecy. Materials and workers were flown in to do all the work. I had them do the work outside that you saw, as well as an incredible pool facility that's connected to the house, and a few other things. Hell, it didn't even cost me a penny to do it, just the generous offer of two boys that I had at the time spending some quality time with a few key people. Trust me, we have some seriously horny, dirty, kinky sluts working for our government, and two weeks of wildly depraved gay boy diaper loving sex with a pair of eleven and twelve year old boys was more than enough to get all this.”

“Wow. Will I be expected to do stuff like that?”

“Depends on what we need and if you want to. When it comes down to it, you can say no, to certain things. You won't be able to say no to sex with me, mind you, I do have to train you, and I know you want that anyway, but with others, no, only if and when you want to.”

“Oh, okay. I don't really wanna be a whore, working by sex.”

“I'm surprised you even know what a whore is, but I suppose you're smart enough to know most things that kids your age don't. No, most of the time, when you have sex, it'll be for fun or to get something from someone. Believe you me, sex is a very powerful tool, and you'll learn how to wield that tool every bit as good as, or hopefully even better than you'll be able to wield a gun.”

“Oh, okay, that I wouldn't mind.” He grinned.

“Okay, so here's our bedroom, let's get stripped.”

We both removed all our clothes, until we were in just our diapers. Both of us were already nice and soggy, yet neither of us were anywhere needing a diaper change, just yet.

“So, today is pretty much just orientation, learning everything about where we are, what we can do here, so on and so forth. Training starts tomorrow. About the only thing that you have to do today is ask questions. You're only nine, so you're naturally inquisitive anyway, but your sole duty is to learn, learn absolutely everything that you possibly can, and asking questions will help you do that. There are going to be times, during training, that asking questions won't be appropriate, but, with that being said, I expect you to ask any question that you have. If I can't answer it for you, we'll find out the answer together. I still endeavor to learn at least ten new things every day, and the same will be required of you. Granted, for the next few months, you won't have to try hard for that to be true, because it's gonna be a long few months for you, and me too, come to think about it.”

“Okay, I like learning things anyway, so I'll ask lots of questions.”

“Good. Now, follow me, we'll tour the house first.”

I showed him the bedrooms, there are nine others, and though they are all large and very grand, they are nothing in comparison to my master suite. He loved my bedroom most of all, but the bathroom is awe inspiring. It is huge, all marble and wood, with a four person bathtub, a six person shower, two sinks, toilet, bidet, heated floors, and even a heated toilet seat, and I even have my own sauna in there. The rest of the bedrooms are smaller, and while they all have almost all the same features, only missing the sauna, nothing else is as large.

“So, what bedroom will be mine then?”

“If you want one, you can pick it, but you can also stay with me too. The choice is yours. I have to train you, of that there's no question, but whether or not you sleep with me as well is up to you.”

“Oh, okay. I think I'd like to sleep with you, at least for a while.”

“Good, I'd prefer that. Like I told you before, I will fall in love with you, already am really, you're so perfect for me in every way, how could I not, but you do have to know something as well. I'm a boy lover.”

“So, you only love boys?”

“Yes.”

“How long do I have then?”

“Fourteen, maybe fifteen. At least sexually. I'll always love you, but it won't be sexual after then. For most of my boys, that's been fine, because they grow from needing it as well, and want someone closer to their own age anyway. Usually by fourteen you're also sent away for assignments, usually permanent assignment, so we normally have to say goodbye anyway by then. Before that, you still have to have a minder, me, so I'm with you anyway.”

“Oh, okay. That's a long time from now, and maybe before that happens, I'll help you find a new boy.” He said softly, smiling warmly to me. He was already falling for me, but that is somewhat normal as well.

“I'd like that.”

I showed him the kitchen, living room, and dining room next, they are all large and very well appointed, especially the kitchen, and then we headed down to the basement. Down there is a full games house. I have it all, but it was already here when I got here. Arcade games, pool and snooker tables, air hockey, card table, bar, you name it, it is down here somewhere. Josh was dumbfounded.

“Wow, I don't think I'll ever wanna leave.”

“Most don't, at least for a while.”

I took him out to the pool house next. Out here, I really did it properly. There had already been a pool, but it was torn out and I went with a humongous one, with larger still glass house. The pool is twenty meters deep at its deepest, twenty wide and almost fifty long. There is a large river that is connected to it, it is large enough to even go white water kayaking in. There is a large hot tub to one side, large enough to fit twenty people comfortably. There are five lounge positions that each have a hundred and fifty jets pulsing away every care and concern you could have. Four of the seats feature a back and neck massage that rivals every known masseuse, and there are even two seats that feature the same for your feet. It is all filtered ten times and purified by salt and UV light, so it is as pure as can be. There is a steam room and a large sauna as well, and each one is capable of holding twenty people. As I was telling Josh about all this, he was amazed.

“Wow, it's so incredible, but why so large?”

“Well, I do do training here, so I do host several people at a time from time to time, so it has to be, but the pool's especially large for several reasons. You'll learn how to canoe and kayak, even in the river, you'll learn deep water free diving, scuba diving, snorkeling, and at least a hundred other things in here, so it's the size it needs to be. The rest, now that's just for comfort and relaxation.”

“Wicked, I'll learn how to scuba dive and everything even?”

“Absolutely. Like I said before, you need to know pretty much anything and everything.”

“That's awesome. I think I'm gonna like this job.”

“You won't think it's so awesome come this time tomorrow, but that's okay. You'll survive, I've never killed a recruit yet, even though the torture training nearly got a couple of them.”

“What do you mean torture training?” Josh gulped.

“Kinda the way it sounds. If captured, you could be tortured, I have to train you how to keep your tongue, while it's being torn from your head.”

“Yikes. How many of your recruits have been captured and tortured?”

“Only a few. One died, but he kept his secrets. I killed the bastard that did it, very painfully, and it took him three and a half months to die, so trust me, he paid, and I found out all his secrets as well. One other I rescued, and together we tortured his captor and retrieved his secrets. Of the others that were captured and tortured, they managed to escape and take out their captors, or I came and rescued them and we took out their captors. A couple more have died as well, though they weren't tortured first, but, thankfully, not many. All in all, not bad for having trained almost twenty boys now.”

“Not bad, that's approximately a twenty percent chance of being captured and tortured, and a ten percent chance of dying while having that done!” He said, sounding just a bit shrill.

“True, I suppose, but they've captured and retrieved secrets from hundreds, taken out dozens, and of course everything else that they did. We all know that being a spy can end badly, and it could be incredibly painful, but it's a risk we take to protect everyone from the people we deal with. That man I tortured for three and a half months, he was a monster, a kid killer, a cop killer, and a lady killer, and not in the good way either. He was a sick sick man, he enjoyed what he did, he got off on the screams. He loved to rape people; men, women, children, it didn't matter. I even found evidence that he'd done so to babies, usually while a helpless parent watched in horror, even after they spilled their secrets to protect their children. Matty died before I could save him, but his death was avenged, and he had a good life. He was fourteen, and he offered himself up as a sacrifice to catch that man, but I wasn't in time to save him. I regret that every day, but it happened, and there was nothing that I could have done differently to save him. He had to go into deep cover to get that bastard, which was why it was so hard to keep track of him, but we did, and to regret that he died, really, would be to regret that we took out some disgusting trash.”

“Oh, I suppose that even I'd offer myself up to save others from something like that.”

“Exactly, and that's what we do, and why we train so hard, so that we can protect the innocent from those that'd happily do them harm. We have a hard job, but we do it happily to save others. Just like the police and fire fighters, only we're never seen or acknowledged in any way, or at least we better not be, because if we do, then we're not doing our job properly.”

“I suppose that makes sense, we're the invisible protectors.”

“Exactly.”

From there we headed outside. I have an entire outside cooking and dining pavilion, and I can host parties for up to five hundred easily. This, too, is thanks to the previous owner, though I have utilized it nicely several times. We hit the barn next, and though Josh had already seen it, he did not get too see all of it, nor did he get to meet all the animals, he was getting to do so now. Next was the driving track and obstacle coarse, and the garage that serviced both of them. I opened the garage to show off the toys that we had available to use.

“Wow, now those are some nice cars and bikes.” Josh whistled, clearly impressed. I have twelve cars, five bikes(two of them are newer three wheelers), several quads, and a huge Humvee (complete with anti tank gun mounted to the roof).

“Thanks, and you'll get to learn how to drive them all, eventually. Probably in a few months or so we'll start you on your driving and riding lessons.”

“Awesome.”

From there was the training coarse, and it looked larger now at ground level, and Josh gulped. Then we hit the firing range. I showed him the weapons room that was there.

“Holy crap, you have enough weapons here to supply an army.”

“Yep. All my co-workers know that if they need anything, that they can come here and get what they need. This is also a safe house and an emergency base if needed. You probably didn't see it on the way in, but I have a runway here and I can land most small jets and all planes here. Here you'll be trained on how to use everything from a bow and a crossbow, to virtually every type of gun there is. You'll know how to take them apart, clean them, put them back together, and then shoot them, all, within thirty seconds, blindfolded.”

“That's not even possible, is it?”

“Well, other than the shooting while blindfolded, you won't get to do any such thing 'til you're far better trained. The rest though, absolutely, and required as well. You'll learn how to be a full sniper even. We don't usually do long distance hits, too many variables, but sometimes it's better.”

“Oh.”

By the time we finished that, it was time for lunch, so we headed back to the house and I had Josh help me make lunch for the both of us. We sat down and ate, and I answered a dozen or more questions as we did so. We cleaned up, and then continued on our tour. We went back out to the garage and I grabbed a pair of helmets and some body armor, got suited up, and then I hopped on the largest quad I had and put Josh in front of me. Given that it is electric, there is no need to warm it up, and it is silent as a ghost as we drove. I pointed out several things as we went, but I had us pointed to the mountain. Within a few minutes, we were following the river that flowed down from it. I followed that for ten kilometers before arriving to where we were heading.

“Wow, that's a pretty big dam, and it's all yours?”

“Yep. For the most part the power generation and water monitoring systems here are pretty much automated. I really don't have to do too much, but there is maintenance and cleaning that has to be done here. From time to time you'll be expected to help me. Come on inside and I'll show you around.”

We went in and I showed Josh the control systems, how they worked and what to do in case of emergency. The gates are all controlled automatically, the impellers are too, everything adjusts itself to give peak power production for the amount of water there is. The lake is usually kept at pretty much maximum capacity, but during the rainy season, or the runoff season, sometimes it gets too high, so extra gates will open automatically to relieve the pressure. I showed Josh how and where to lube the generator unit, telling him to keep his hands away from any moving parts, of course, saying it would be the last thing he did.

“This is really cool. It almost looks like another generator could be installed, is that what that is?” He asked, pointing to the secondary station.

“Yes. Right now that gate's usually used to dump extra water, but we could, in theory, add a second generator and double our power production. I've never even required the amount of power that we produce here though, so there's simply no need.”

“Oh, you could always use any extra electricity to produce hydrogen, then you could get an electric helicopter that runs off hydrogen.” Josh grinned.

“Not even sure such a thing's available.”

“Have it made for you then.” He shrugged.

“Maybe I will. As it is, almost half the power that's created gets shunted into the ground, so, why not.”

We headed back out and hopped on the quad and continued on our tour of the property. There was still lots to see, but the rest was pretty routine. Finally we headed back to the house and I plugged the quad back in and we stripped off our gear and headed to the house. We were both thirsty, so we needed something to drink.

“So, what do you think about your new home?”

“I think it's amazing, I can't believe I get to live here.”

“Yeah, I'm amazed still, even after all these years.”

“So, what are we gonna do now?”

“Well, our diapers are pretty much done for, so let's say we go swimming. Actually, I have no idea if you can even swim or not.”

“I love to swim. I had to teach myself at one of the families places I was at. They had one of those above ground pools, it was nice. Of course, I wasn't actually allowed in it, because I couldn't control my pee you see, and they didn't want me to cause it to be dirty. Yeah, like all their kids didn't pee in it, but I still swam all the time, only they never knew it. I learned while they were gone, because they left me home alone, all the time. They never took me out with them.”

“Okay, so are you a strong swimmer then?”

“I wouldn't say strong, but not too bad.” He shrugged.

We got to the pool and I instructed Josh that there were no clothes allowed, he grinned and shucked off his diaper happily, telling me that he had swam nude several times when it was dark out, and he liked it, so he was very happy to be allowed to do so here. We jumped in in the shallow end and swam and played there. I had Josh show me what all he could do for swimming, and it was pretty much the extreme basics. He admitted that he had never been able to really swim under water, because the pool was only a meter or so deep. Hell, my pool is deeper than that at its shallowest point. In fact, it is right up to Josh's chin.

“Well, you do not too bad, but you'll learn a lot more now how to swim. Pretty much every day at least an hour is dedicated in the pool alone. Half of it just swimming, the other half water aerobics, which I'll teach you. Try swimming under water, and if you need help, just ask.”

“Okay.” He said, and then did as he was told to.

He did not to bad, that is he at least held his breath, but he made the classic mistake of trying to swim like he was still on the water, instead of under it. When he came up, I explained to him how to swim underwater properly, and he did so and did it very nearly perfectly. He was clearly a natural in water, and having taught himself how to do so did not seem to have affected his abilities any, because he was actually pretty good. I would have to teach him more over the next month or so, teach him all the strokes and what not, but at least I did not have to start from scratch. That is usually the most difficult thing I have to do, funnily enough.

Because today was not about training, we were pretty much just playing and having fun. We played in the pool, in the river, got out pool toys and floaties, and just played. We hit the hot tub, sauna, and steam room and went back and forth. By the time we were all swam and played out, we had been in there for probably two and a half hours.

“I just realized something. My eyes aren't burning.” Josh said as we were drying off. We had just had a good shower to clean up.

“You're used to a regular pool that uses chlorine, but this pool doesn't use such a nasty thing. It's not good for your skin, eyes, lungs, hair, or anything for that matter. As such, this pool doesn't cause you to burn and or itch.” I then explained to him how the pool filtration system worked.

“Oh, that's good then. Can we go get into our baby diapers again?”

“For sure. Have you ever diapered anyone else before?”

“No.”

“Have you ever wanted to?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then you get to diaper me. I love having someone else diaper me, and from now on, we change each others diapers.”

“Okay.” He said brightly.

We headed to my bedroom, though I told Josh to lead the way, and he did, doing so perfectly. He has a very good memory, so I figured it would be no problem. Once there, I grabbed everything that was needed, telling Josh where everything is, and then I went and laid down first. I told Josh to change me, and he did so with glee. He was not ashamed to really rub in my lotion or diaper rash cream either, and by the feel of it, he was seriously trying to rub my cream out.

This is what I was hoping for, hence the reason I went first, and given my ability to control myself, I allowed Josh to jack me off for almost fifteen minutes before having a massive orgasm. I sprayed my load clear up to my own face, getting at least one good shot right in my own mouth. Josh's mouth was hanging open in shock, clearly he had never seen anything so powerful before. I had not jacked off, or had any sexual release in almost four days now, and I was bursting, but I was also waiting for just this sort of thing to happen. I had hoped that Josh would be a horny little one, but only about half of them do so on their first day.

“Wow, you jack off a man cock very well. Are you sure that was your first time?”

“Oh yeah, that was definitely my first time, and I hope not my last either.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it. I can usually hold off for twenty minutes, but you caused me to blow in under fifteen minutes. Now, go ahead and tape up my nice thick baby diaper, then I'll diaper you as well.”

“Okay.”

He did a very good job, and a few moments later, I was taped up perfectly.

“Very nice, you got it just right your first try.”

“Good, I'm glad. Now, diaper me please.” He said.

I got off the bed and he hopped on. His little erection bobbing away madly. I figure that he is every bit of seven centimeters long, two across at his widest, and he has almost no taper until the very end. His foreskin is taut and his bright purple head is peeking out. His little balls are dangling in a luscious looking smooth sac that promise great things in the future.

I grabbed his diaper and slipped it under his bum, squirted a good dose of baby lotion onto his creamy smooth groin and started rubbing it in. He was panting and sighing deeply as I did so. Once the lotion was worked in well, I scooped a generous portion of the cream and started applying that as well, and he grunted and came. He was still hard as a rock though, so I continued on, and for only five more minutes he lasted and came again. This time he sighed deeply and his erection started to fade, though he was still good and chubby by the time I taped him up.

“Wow, that was amazing. It never felt so good when I did it to myself.”

“It usually feels better for someone else to do it. You cum too quickly though, I'll teach you control, so that you can really truly enjoy it.”

“I don't think I could last any longer, that was almost unbearable near the end there.”

“It gets better, and worse, all at the same time. In our line of work though, it's imperative that you hold on though, when we're pumping someone for information, you can't cum first, you have to hold on, and you absolutely cannot pass out. That's for our informants to do, in fact, more often than not, that's the best thing to do, fuck them so much, make them cum so many times, that they pass out completely, thus giving you ample opportunity to gather information. Of course, sometimes you need them to speak, so you have to do so while you're fucking. Almost any man will tell you anything you wanna know while he's fucking your ass. It's a great tool, use it, enjoy it, it's power.”

“Sounds fun.” He giggled.

“Oh, it can be. Now, come on, I think we need another drink, and then we should make some dinner. After dinner, we'll go to the theatre and watch a movie.”

“What will we watch, a James Bond movie?” Josh laughed.

“I have them all, so we could.” I laughed as well.

“Sure, I love the ones with Sean Connery or Timothy Dalton best, but Pierce Brosnan was also really good, and Daniel Craig's not too bad either. It doesn't seem right that he's blond though. Not sure why. My least favorite though was Roger Moore, just didn't think he made a good Bond.”

“Impressive.” I said.

“Thanks. Believe it or not, I've sorta always wanted to be a spy.”

“Good, 'cause now you are, at least you will be one.”

We went and made dinner, talking as we did so, and then we sat down and ate. Once all fed up and cleaned up, we headed to the theatre and I pointed Josh to the wall of movies and told him to pick what he wanted. I have almost ten thousand movies now, they are all sorted by genre, and then alphabetically in each of the cabinets. He found the action movie cabinet, and then looked under B for Bond, and found all of them. He pulled out Goldfinger and passed it to me.

“Good choice.” I said, taking the movie from him and putting it in. I showed him how to do so, and then we went and sat down.

We enjoyed the movie together, Josh cuddled almost right into me for the first half, and then fully for the second. It was still early enough when that ended to watch another, but I grabbed some popcorn and juice for us before he put in Dr. No. We enjoyed that one as well, and then, by the end, Josh was getting very tired. It had been a long day, and dying does take a lot out of a boy. We headed to our bedroom and changed each others diapers, only this time I told Josh that there was to be no playing. That did not stop him from being hard as a rock anyway, but that was okay. We curled up in bed, and within just a few minutes, Josh was sound asleep. I followed him into slumber only a few minutes later.