The Three Diapered Amigos

Book III: The Kidnapping

 

Written by JD © August 2013

 

 

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Chapter 5: Benny

Craig:

 

"Craig, your dad is here to take you and Randy home!" My mother shouted from the Taylor's back door.

 

Not really wanting to leave, as it made me feel like I wasn't in some way a part of the rescue effort for Mark, I decided to beg to stay. I ran towards my mother, who was still standing at the back door. Randy was hot on my heels.

 

"Mom, I don't want to go! I want to stay and help find Mark!" I whined.

 

"I am sorry Sweetie, but you and Randy will just be in the way. Besides, I will feel better when you are safe at home." Mom sighed.

 

Now this didn't make one bit of sense. There was a ton of friends and family all over the Taylors' home. There was even a black and white patrol car sitting out front still. As far as I could see, this was the safest place I could be right now! Before I could say anything about all this, Mom cut me off.

 

"Craig, I don't want to hear it! I said you are going home and that is final!" Mom snapped at me.

 

"Well, can Randy at least stay the night with me then?" I asked trying to bargain somewhat.

 

"Actually that has already been arranged. We think that it might be a good idea to allow you boys to watch out for each other." Mom surprisingly agreed. "But I don't want to hear that you guys are driving your dad nuts!" She threatened me.

 

Instead of trying to go through the busy house, Randy and I thought it would be easier to just go around it and meet my dad out front.

 

"We are going to go around the house Mom." I told her. "Let Dad know we will meet him out front."

 

"Alright." Mom was about to go and relay the message to my dad, when she hesitated.

 

Without warning me, she stuck her fingers under the front of my shorts and inside my diaper.

 

"Craig, you're soaked!" Mom announced loudly.

 

"Mooooommmm!" I whined and quickly look to see if anyone else might have heard. But as far as I could tell, no one else was close enough to hear. Still my face turned red with embarrassment.

 

"Oh come on Craig, no one heard that. I think we should go and borrow one of Mark's diapers and get you changed first." Mom suggested.

 

Now the idea of being changed in a house full of strangers was just not my thought of a good idea. "Mom, can't dad just do it when we get home!" I begged.

 

Mom didn't really seem to like this idea, but in the end she relented. So, while she went inside to get my dad, Randy and I walked out front and got into the backseat of my dad's car. Dad joined us a few minutes later.

 

"So boys, what do you say about us men ordering a pizza tonight?" Dad asked us. Even though he was trying to hide his worry about Mark, I could see that it was a facade.

 

"Sure, that sounds great Mr. Pederson." Randy stated hungrily.

 

"Thanks Dad!" I added.

 

It had been a long afternoon, one that I had been too worried to consider my hunger. Now, with Dad mentioning this, I remembered that I never ate my lunch, and it was most likely still sitting on the table where Mom had put it for me.

 

As we pulled in our driveway, the sun was starting to get low in the sky. It hadn't set yet as it was now summer and the sun sets much later, still it was very late. And as we entered my home, I saw the time glowing from the cable box. It was 7 minutes past 8pm and yet Mark had not been found. Something told me that if Mark was not found before night fell, there would be a good chance that he would never be found alive.

 

As Dad hung his keys by the door I turned and gave him a worried look. "Dad, you will tell us if they find Mark or get any new news about him, right?" I asked him. "Even if it isn't good news?" I quickly added.

 

Both I and Randy were looking at my Dad expectantly. He sighed. "Guys, I will try and keep you in the loop about Mark."

 

I think Randy and I felt better knowing this, but there was something in the way my father answered the question that suggested he might not be 100 percent truthful at that moment. Still I decided to go ahead and not press it for now.

 

"How about we go and order that pizza now guys?" Dad suggested trying to change the subject.

 

"Mr. Pederson, Craig needs his diaper changed." I glared at Randy. I don't know why he thought it was his job to remind my father about the condition of my diaper.

 

I was shocked to hear what my dad said next.

 

"It looks like you might need one yourself." My dad pointed out to Randy and chuckled a little.

 

This of course made both Randy and I look at his pants, and sure enough, there was a large wet patch on the front of them.

 

"Wow Randy! When did you do that?" I asked in surprise.

 

Randy seemed flabbergasted. "I swear... I swear I didn't know!" He stated quickly then began to cry.

 

"Oh don't worry about it big guy! Today has been a pretty stressful day with Mark missing." What my Dad said next was more surprising than Randy wetting his pants. "Maybe it might be a good idea if you wear one of Craig's diapers just in case."

 

Randy seemed to brighten up a little at my dad's offer and nodded his head. Dad then led us back to my room.

 

While Dad began to work at getting me changed, Randy strip out of his wet jeans and underwear he had been wearing. He then for some unknown reason decided to pull off his shirt. Completely naked, he patiently wait until Dad had finished changing me. Since I was only wet, Dad had me quickly re-diapered though he seemed to lack some of the skill Mom had. Once I was done, I chose to not to put my shorts back on and even took off my shirt. It had been a warm day and it felt good to be able to relax for the evening just in my diaper.

 

With me now done, Dad went to work on Randy. He first used some wipes to clean the pee off of him. Once he was sure he had him cleaned, he had him lay down. Dad then grabbed another one of my diapers and started to put it on Randy. As soon as Randy was diapered, Dad helped him up from the bed and gave him a quick pat on his diapered bottom.

 

"Alright guys, why don't you keep yourself busy for now and I will go and order us that pizza." Dad suggested before leaving me and Randy alone in my room.

 

Now Alone Randy, I decided I needed to ask him something. Ever since we got home and it was found out that Randy had wet his pants, I had felt that something just didn't seem right about this. I guess you can say that after everything I did to earn my diapers, that I was very suspicious of Randy's supposable accident. I mean, Randy had pretty good bladder control and unlike Mark and I, had been known to hold his bladder for real long periods of time.

 

"Hey Randy..." I whispered even though my dad had left the room. "...why did you wet your pants?" I asked.

 

"I already told you, I didn't even know I did!" Randy quickly stated defensively.

 

I was now more than certain that he was lying. "Randy, I know better! You might be able to fool my dad with that, but I know you!"

 

"Alright... Alright!" He whispered. He then looked out my door to make sure my dad wasn't around. Once he was convinced that we hadn't been overheard, he closed my bedroom door. Now with the door closed he looked back at me and smiled, he then explained. "I figured it would be an easy way to get away with wearing diapers tonight. Besides I feel closer to Mark this way." He admitted.

 

"But how did you know my dad would diaper you?"

 

"Well I didn't know for sure. I figured that if he didn't then I would suggest that maybe I should wear one. In the end it worked out great!" Randy announced excitedly though he kept his voice down so as not to be overheard.

 

I did have to admit that seeing him in only a diaper made him look kinda cute looking. I decided to drop it for now.

 

"So what do you want to do until the pizza gets here?"

 

"How about we play your new Xbox?" Randy suggested.

 

"Okay."

 

For the next 45 minutes, we shot bad guys and enjoyed ourselves. In fact, when we heard the doorbell ring, we ran out to answer it without thinking. In our enthusiasm, we beat my dad to the door. It must have been a sight to the pizza guy when I opened the door. I couldn't help wondering what he thought when he saw two 11 year olds standing there in nothing but obviously wet Pampers.

 

I don't think it occurred to either of us why he was just staring at us with his mouth open. We were just thinking about how hungry we both were.

 

"That will be $14.98!" The pizza guy finally said.

 

"Dad!" I yelled without realizing that he was right behind us. "The Pizza guy is here; he needs $14.98 for the pizza."

 

"Craig, you don't have to yell like that!" Dad said as he came up behind Randy and me. He had his wallet in his hand and I noticed that he handed the guy a twenty. "Go ahead and keep the change."

 

The pizza guy smiled and seemed to be happy for the nice tip "Thank you sir!" Still he lingered a bit and I couldn't help wondering what his deal was. Finally after Dad cleared his throat, the pizza guy handed Dad our pizza. Before shutting our door I watched as the pizza guy started back towards his car. Before he got all the way to his car, he looked back at me in the doorway. Then as if embarrassed, he quickly turned around and hurried to his car and drove off.

 

As I shut the door, I noticed Dad was chuckling lightly to himself. "Boys, I think you gave that poor kid a show he wasn't expecting." Randy and I just looked at my dad, puzzled. "Don't you realize he just saw you in your diapers?" Again Dad chuckled and headed to the kitchen with the pizza.

 

Randy and I just looked at each other and I was sure that by the looks of how red he got, that Randy was as embarrassed as I was at that moment. Still, there was nothing we could do about it so we tried our best to get over it. We then headed towards the kitchen. We then sat at the table and began to eat.

 

Once we had eaten our fill and guzzled down a 2 liter between us, Randy and I headed back to my room to shoot some more bad guys. And even though we spent the rest of the evening doing this and on the surface seemed to be having fun, we were greatly worried for our friend. All I could hope was that wherever Mark was at that moment, he was still alive and okay.

 

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The next morning Randy and I were awakened by the smell of sausage frying. Actually Randy woke up first and proceeded to tickle my nose with my Indian feather. I got it last year for Halloween with my Indian costume. He was laughing like crazy when I finally woke up trying to dig my nose off my face.

 

"Hey, that's not funny!" I complained.

 

"Neither is the smell emanating from your butt!" Randy joked.

 

"Hey, no fair! I didn't poop!" I quickly defended myself.

 

Of course I hadn't yet taken a moment to even check if this were true. I was going on the fact that so far, unlike with my wetting, I knew when I pooped. Still, I went ahead and felt the backside of my diaper.

 

"Made you look!" Randy giggled.

 

"Why you little turd!" I shouted and pounced on him.

 

Of course Randy quickly wrestled me to the ground where he then proceeded to sit on my bare stomach, in his obviously wet diaper!

 

"I win!" He shouted, pumping his fist in the air to an invisible cheering crowd.

 

`Well, how `bout getting your giant wet butt off of me!" I sniggered.

 

"Well I'm not the only one who wet his diaper!" Randy stated the obvious.

 

"Well at least mine was wet by accident!" I came back with. Of course when I took a moment to think about it, I realized it wasn't anything to be proud of.

 

About that moment, I heard my mom's voice calling from the kitchen. "Boys, I can hear you all the way out here! Why don't you both bring your diapered butts out here and have breakfast! After that we will get you cleaned up!"

 

Breakfast was the magic word. We both made a beeline straight for the kitchen table where plates of sausage and pancakes were waiting for us to be eaten. As we dug into our food, I could hear Dad chuckle behind his paper.

 

"Boys, why don't you slow down before you choke on it!" He advised as he continue to chuckle.

 

Mom brought us each a glass of orange juice and kissed Dad before seating herself. Seeing her here this morning made me feel a little better and as I was still woofing down my food, I asked her if Mark had been found yet. I was hoping that since she was there, that he had indeed been found and all the worry was over nothing.

 

"Sweetie, how many times do we have to ask you to not talk with your mouth full?" Mom said but not in an angry voice. Instead she sounded tired and emotionally drained.

 

I let my fork fall to my plate and quickly swallowed what was in my mouth. "Please Mom, tell me they found Mark?!" I begged her.

 

"I am sorry Sweetie, but he hasn't been found yet." Mom said sadly. "The police did find his bag not far from his house though." She said as if this was meant to give us hope. I wanted to ask more but Mom put up a hand and stopped me. "Please Craig, I have been up all night and right now I need some time to rest. Let's talk about this later, please Sweetie?" She asked in tired desperation.

 

I sighed and tried my best to keep faith that Mark was okay and would be found soon. For the rest of Breakfast, Dad read his paper while Mom rested drinking coffee. As for Randy and I, we talked quietly amongst ourselves.

 

We had just cleaned our plates from the table when I suddenly remembered about our new neighbors across the street.

 

"Hey Randy, I forgot to tell you! Someone bought Old Mr. Henderson's place!" I said excitedly. "And they have a boy!"

 

Mom, hearing us and realizing what I might be thinking, put an end to that thought immediately. "Now Craig, I don't want you two bugging the new neighbors! Benny is a sick little boy and I don't think you should be trying to bug him. He really needs his rest." Mom tried to tell us but the only thing I managed to hear was the boy's name.

 

I quickly returned to my seat back at the table. "His name is Benny?" I asked. "How Old is he?"

 

Mom sighed. "He just turned 13." She informed us.

 

"But he didn't look that old!" I argued.

 

"It is because he is a really sick little boy and it keeps him from growing properly." Mom tried to explain.

 

"Can't we at least meet him Mommy?" I asked sweetly and batted my eyes at her. "I promise we will be really quiet and will leave as soon as we are told!" I said excitedly as I could see that my boyish charm was working as intended on my mother.

 

Again Mom sighed. "Alright, but I want to call Charley and make sure it is alright for you boys to go over first." Mom then went to the phone to place the call.

 

While Mom made her call, Dad decided he would help her out by taking care of our diapers. "Come on boys, let's go back and get you out of those wet things." He said, folding his paper and setting it down on the table.

 

Wanting to hurry as we were hoping to get a chance to meet Benny, without hesitating, we followed my dad back to my room. He started with Randy's wet diaper first and I sat and watched the show. It was interesting watching Randy as Dad began to remove the tape on each side of his Pamper. I could actually see the enjoyment he was having and was happy that he was liking it so much.

 

As Dad pulled back the front of the diaper, Randy's boyhood sprang free! I was amazed at how big it looked when hard. Mine and Mark's was about 2 inches or so when hard solid. Randy though, was sporting a little over what looked like about 3 inches. Now this wasn't the first time I had seen Randy naked of course, I mean I just saw him last night. It was though, the first time I ever remembered seeing him with a hard-on. Randy's boyhood was also thicker than mine and Mark's was as well, but I knew this already. Even though he was still hairless (other than his head), he was well on his way to starting puberty.

 

As Dad washed his diaper area with wipes, Randy smiled and shivered a little when Dad quickly washed his boyhood. I knew what Randy was feeling right then, as I had the same good feelings as well when my little boyhood was cleaned by someone else. I have even a few times rubbed it a little when it was hard like that, but got scared when I thought I might pee and stopped.

 

Once Dad was finished cleaning Randy up, he looked at him questionably. "Randy, do you think you will be okay now without a diaper?" Dad asked him.

 

Randy appeared to give it some serious thought before looking at me. I could tell by that look that he wanted me to keep my mouth shut. "Maybe I should wear one a little longer." He suggested shyly.

 

Dad smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, it probably would be a better idea for now."

 

With that Dad grabbed another one of my Pampers and put it on Randy. As soon as he taped both sides up Randy got up and for the first time, wondered what he was going to wear. Randy was bigger than me so my clothes didn't fit him.

 

"Uh, what am I going to wear?" He asked my dad.

 

"Oh, don't worry about that son. Your father dropped off some of your things this morning." Dad informed him. "Your bag is still in the living room." And without thinking, as soon as Randy heard where his clothes were, he ran to get them. "Son..." My Dad called after him but he was already down the hall. He then turned his attention to me. "I wish you boys would learn not to run inside the house." He grumbled loudly. "Alright Sport, up on the bed." And he patted my bed.

 

Wanting to go over to meet the new boy, I quickly laid down on my bed. As Dad began to remove the tapes from my very wet and soggy diaper, Randy returned with his stuff. He was sporting a pretty red face. I wasn't sure why though.

 

While Dad got me taken care of, I wondered what was wrong with Randy. I watched as he quickly got dressed. By the time he was putting on his shoes, Dad was taping my new diaper on me.

 

Now diapered; Dad left, taking our wet diapers with him. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Randy just watched me getting dressed. Even though he looked like he was starting to get over whatever had embarrassed him, his face was still quite red.

 

No longer able to put it off any longer, I asked him what was wrong.

 

"The mailman was at the door and he saw me in just my diaper." He whispered under his breath to me.

 

"Well, it can't be worse than the pizza guy seeing us in wet ones last night." I said thoughtfully.

 

Randy thought about this for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He added.

 

Once I too was dressed, we walked out to the living room to see if Mom would allow us to go over and meet Benny now.

 

"I just got off the phone with his mom." Mom informed us through a yawn. "She actually would love it if you would come by to visit him. She thinks it will help him to have some kids talk to him." Mom then yawned again. "I think I am going to lay down for a while." Mom then started to walk towards her and Dad's room.

 

"Cool, can we go over now Mom?" I asked before she left the room.

 

She turned and yawned again. "Yes Sweetie, Charley is expecting you. But..." She seemed to put a lot of emphasis on the `But' "I want you to behave and when she says it is time to go, I want you to come right back here."

 

"Okay Mom." I then walked over and hugged her.

 

Randy also gave my mom a quick hug. We took off out the door the front door to meet the new kid. We didn't get too far though when I heard my mom shout from the front door to us.

 

"Craig Pederson! You better look both ways before crossing that street." She stated firmly.

 

I turned and waved at her. "Okay Mom." And as promised, I made sure to look both ways.

 

We didn't even get the chance to ring the cool doorbell as Charley was standing at the door as we walked up on the front porch. "Hello boys, Benny is so thrilled to finally meet the neighbor kids." She said as she showed us into her home.

 

You know, I was surprised to now see that things seemed to all be in their place and all signs of all the boxes were now no longer in sight. I didn't say anything though; both Randy and I just followed her out of the living room and into a hallway. She then led us into a dark bedroom. Inside, sitting up in his bed, was who I presumed was Benny.