Last Chance

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Chapter 1

A tiny waif of a little street urchin, was just led into the last place in the world that he thought he would be taken by the police, or anyone for that matter. He thought for sure, with his track record, that he was surely going straight to jail this time. He sighed at that though, 'I guess I really am following my mom's foot steps, but, this is not jail, well, entirely', he thought, but the officer said it is his Last Chance.

“Please have a seat. You may call me Peter, no one can pronounce my last name, and we're not formal here. Let me just read this over for a few moments, and then we'll talk.” The incredibly tall and imposing principal of his new school said.

He sat, saying nothing as the huge man took his seat on the other side of the desk. He then grabbed a folder, it is fairly large, and the young man can clearly see his name written on the front of it, Chance Walters. He knows what all is in this folder, half of it great, half of it horrible. He sat there patiently awaiting what his new school principle would have to say. It took several minutes.

“So, Chance, funny that you're coming to this school with that name.”

“Yes, ha ha, Sir, very funny.” He said flatly.

“Yes, well, while not it's real name, Last Chance really is what this school is. From here, most kids either do well, or they go to jail. Your file is like none I've ever read before. Absolutely brilliant, twelve years old, in grade ten already, but absolutely vicious. It says here that you beat the living snot out of, lets see, how many kids now, ah, yes, twelve.”

“I promise you Sir, I started not one of those fights, I never swung first, but I sure as fuck finished them.”

“Yes, I see that. At least two fights were witnessed by teachers. The last one, let's see, what'd he say. Said that the kid who was attempting to bully you, tried to kick you, but you grabbed his foot, yanked it, causing him to fall into the splits. It also notes here the poor boy hadta have surgery to repair fully torn groin muscles, and the impact damage may have permanently removed him from the gene pool.”

“Yes, well, wasn't my intention to remove him from the gene pool, but if you're that fucking stupid, I have no qualms about doing so either.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Yes. Then, the previous one that was witnessed, says the boy swung at you, you grabbed his arm, then pulled yourself up, straddled his body, wrapped your legs around him, and then beat him unconscious before he even hit the ground.”

“Yes, well, he shouldn't have tried to fight me, and he certainly shouldn't have told me that he'd happily beat my gay baby ass and then gang rape me with all his friends, now, should he. They all think because I'm half their size, that I'm gay or that I wear diapers, that I'll be an easy mark, that I'll take their shit, well, I won't. No one will push me around.” He said firmly.

“No, he certainly shouldn't have, but you nearly killed him.”

“So.” He scoffed.

“Let's see, family life. Father, died when you were three, says here likely drug and or gang related, and certainly not natural causes. Mother, convicted three times for drug possession, twice for dealing, and three times for prostitution. You're currently in foster care, waiting for your mom to get out of jail, but they've already said you're never going back to her. The way it says it in here, you're not exactly happy about that.”

“No, I'm not. Fuck, you think the kids are horrible in how they treat me, it's nothing like the foster families. I'm in a group home now, because no one will keep me. Not only are they afraid I'll rape all their boys, well, I would fuck em if they let me, that's for sure, but I never needta rape anyone, they're always willing, and I cost too damned much money because of my diapers. Like I always told them, they get reimbursed for them, it's a medical issue, but no, no one listens to the gay baby freak. My mom may not be exactly the prized parent you had, but she does love me, and she understands me.”

“Ha, that's funny kid. My dad beat the living shit outta me, nearly every fucking day, my mom rented me out to any man that'd pay. Granted, they caught me riding a boy, so they knew I was gay anyway, but still, I hadn't been ready for that, I was eight.”

“I was the same age when I had my first man too, but I searched him out, and he pounded my Pampered pussy good. Fuck he filled me.”

“You were small enough at eight to fit in Pampers.”

“I fit in them 'til I was ten. I'm not exactly big, in case you hadn't noticed, I only just barely reach past your waist, and I bet I could fit in just one of your pants legs.”

“Fair enough. So, you say your mom at least understands you?”

“Yeah, she said it's her fault that I'm so small and that my head's fucked like it is to cause me to need diapers. She wasn't exactly a prize winner then either, but she swears she didn't do drugs or alcohol, she actually doesn't do them herself, just sells, but she says that she didn't know she was pregnant 'til the day she started spotting, and went to the hospital. They told her that she was pregnant, and that she was going into labour, but that it was too soon. She said if she had've realized that she was pregnant, she wouldn't have been so much the active whore, she would've toned it down lots, she was pretty active back then, usually she had lots of men, sometimes all at the same time. They tried to delay the labour, they kept her in the hospital to save me, but, three days later, and far too early, I was born. I officially died three times before I was five days old, but, clearly I survived, just not without problems. It's funny, I'm so fucking small, the doctors have already told me I may have to have help to go through puberty, and that I have such small hopes of growing too big and strong that I should not even try, yet I'm smart and I'm way stronger than I look.”

“Interesting. So, you clearly know you're smart.”

“Yeah, I never try, all the work that they can pile on me I do quickly and easily, and I've told teachers that they're wrong on numerous occasions, and then gave them the proof. I remember virtually everything I read and see, and I've already been told I could go to university at any time I wanted. Of course, there's not one university out there that'll take me, and I sure as fuck can't afford to go anyway. No, I'll probably end up a fucking prostitute like my mom. What else is there to do when you're defective.”

“There's other options, believe me. And it says here that you're incredibly mean and scary. One teacher, it says here, was reprimanded for telling you that you're gonna end up on America's Most Wanted as a psychopathic mass murderer.”

“Good, glad, not entirely unwarranted, but also not true. I have zero interest in killing anyone. I'm not like that. All I want is understanding and the ability to just live my life, but no, everyone hasta tease the baby. Do you have any fucking idea how many kids have pulled down my pants to expose my diapers, do you have any idea the sheer amount of taunting and teasing I've hadta deal with. Fuck, it's horrible. Finally, one day I just snapped, and when I called the kid a fucking retard, and he went to hit me, I pummeled him and flattened him as well. I was in grade three. After that, I vowed I wasn't gonna take any more of their shit. Talk shit, get hit, that's my motto, but, like I said, I never take the first swing, but I sure as fuck take the last one.”

“Good to hear. At least, sorta. So, you've probably been a student at every school in the entire city, haven't you?”

“Nah, missed two, was hoping for the whole set.” He laughed.

“You have a nice laugh, you should do so more often.”

“Thanks. Not much to laugh at these days.”

“No, I understand. So, here you don't get expelled for any of the shit that you've pulled at other schools, I have much stronger punishments for little fuckups in my school. I don't give you what you're hoping for, most of the kids here don't even wanna be in school, at least before coming here, no, I give you exactly what you deserve.”

“Are you allowed to talk like that?”

“Every bit as much as you are. I don't give a rats ass about language in this school, are you fucking kidding me. Say what you needta say, say it how you needta say it, and don't let feelings get in the way. You think this is just a Last Chance school for kids, no, this was my last chance as well. Granted, I've been here for ten years, and I was only a lowly teacher when I started, but I love this place, and guess what, I've helped hundreds of you little fuckups now to become far more than you ever thought you could.”

“How'd you end up here.”

“One punched a student into a three month coma.”

“Impressive. I've never hit someone that hard.”

“Yeah, well, the fucking retard shouldn't have pulled a knife on me and attempted to stab me. Yeah, he tries to stab me, and I'm the one that gets punished. I even told the kids' parents in court that their son got exactly what he deserved, and that the next time he pulls a knife on someone, I hope they shoot and kill the little fuckup. They were furious, they were rich beyond belief, tried to have me convicted and everything, but even the judge deemed my actions well within tolerances, and told the kids' parents to get their son into therapy, because he desperately needed it. I'm happy to say, the next year, when he came to my school, because he tried the same shit on a student, and was on probation, when he got even just the tiniest bit out of line, I called his probation officer. Of course, I said nothing, the other students all said it for me.

“So, yeah, the school district begrudgingly gave me a job back, but it was here, they said it's my Last Chance as well, and I've done well here. I suppose it helps that I come from the same background as many of the kids here. Inner city scum, no love from the 'rents, running the streets from the time I was five, fucking and getting fucked from the time I was seven. I know what most of the kids have gone through, I lived through it, and I've helped far more than you can imagine.”

“How many of them have you fucked?”

“Not one. I have a loving husband.”

“Nuts, I bet you're fucking huge, you'd probably even fill me too full, and no one's managed to make me squeal yet.”

“No, I'd probably split you in half.”

“Ooh, now you're just making me fucking horny.”

“Yes, well, you can take care of that on your own later.”

“Yeah, that's all I've had lately at all. I have a strict curfew at the home I'm in, and there's no boys there willing. None of them are really my type anyway, and none would likely be willing to be diapered, so I'm getting blue balls something fierce.”

“I doubt that you can get blue balls yet, I'm betting that because you still look like an eight year old that you can't wet cum yet at all.”

“No, but I sure as fuck try, and I might not 'til I'm at least fifteen, when the doctor said he'd likely haveta start me on the drugs to kick start puberty if I didn't start on my own.”

“I'm sure you try, just like I did. I was a little bit of a later bloomer, but not by much older than you are now, and I was cumming buckets into any willing hole, as long as it was a boy, and I'd let anyone fill me as full as they could.”

“Same. But do you like being filled with piss as well?”

“On occasion I can be talked into that. I'm a dirty slut, well, used to be, just not so much any more, but my husband and I do get good and slutty with each other lots still.”

“Nice. Bet you piss like a fucking race horse, I'd probably end up with your piss bubbling out my mouth, that'd be fucking awesome.”

“You might say that.”

“Fuck, now you're really making me horny.”

“Not my intention, you're just a dirty little gay baby boy slut.”

“Thanks, that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in far too long.”

“Considering how I was, I too would've taken that as a massive compliment as well.” He laughed.

“Yeah, well, that's who and what I am, and I love it.” Chance said happily.

“Good. So, all punishments are held in school, I have a sheet here with all the bad deeds that you can do, and then what the punishment for said bad deed is, you needta read this and then sign it. If you don't, I call the police, and they take you to juvi, it's pretty simple. This is your one and only, final chance, you were told from here you get to go to jail, and they mean it. The family of the kid you nearly killed is furious, they think you're a menace, and you are, but, I think there's some good in you that we can break open.”

“They should be furious, but they're furious at the wrong person. It's not my fault their useless piece of shit son's a bully.”

“I know, right. They swing first, we just finish the fight, and we're the bad guys.”

“That's what I said. Why should I be punished because he was the fucking retard who tried to fight me. So what if he hadta go for surgery, so what if he can't have kids, good, the world will be a better place without him breeding anyway. How the fuck is that my fault. I even told them that, that their son was useless, that he's a piece of shit, and that because they raised him to become a monster, that so are they. The kids dad nearly hit me, and I said, yeah, I see where your useless son gets it from, and the police officer hadta restrain him, yet he's too rich, he never got in trouble at all, and I get told I'm the menace to society.”

“I personally don't see it as your fault at all, but the court has a different idea I guess. So, read and sign, or I call the cops.”

“Ooh, you drive a hard bargain.” He said, and then grabbed the paper that was being handed to him, took less than thirty seconds to read it, and then signed it.”

“Did you actually read it all, or do you just not care?”

“Yes, I read it all. Would you like me to tell you what it says?”

“Actually, I'd love to see if your memory really is that good, so yes please.”

Chance recited back exactly, word for word, what was written on the page, Peter reading as Chance spoke, clearly impressed.

“Impressive. I can honestly say, I've never met someone like you before.”

“I hope that's a good thing.”

“It is. You're incredibly bright, but you're a rotten little shit. Your brightness is being tarnished by all that shit that's been piled on you all these years, and I'd liketa help you polish that turd and truly make you shine.”

“You speak so eloquently.” Chance laughed.

“Thanks, ever the poet.” Peter laughed as well.

“Personally I think you're wasting your time.”

“Yes, well, we all see our own faults as insurmountable, yet, who cares. I bet you, here and now, that I can make you shine, that I can make you wanna live and do so much good, that you'll be better than you ever dreamed. I always promise every student that comes through my doors that I'll help them, as much as they'll let me, but you, no, I think you're special, I feel so much good in you, you have a shocking amount of love and goodness buried in you that's trying to escape, and I wanna help you embrace it all. You're court obligated to stay here until you're sixteen, though I think that with as brilliant as you are, you're gonna graduate long before that, but you still haveta stay 'til you're at least sixteen. The order says, sixteen, graduate, prison, in that order, but that prison could be axed if the first two are met.”

“And how many kids have you hadta send to jail?”

“Too many, thirteen now, but still far too many. I still lay awake some nights wondering what more I could've done.”

“You have a lot of love in you, I respect that. I used to try to love people, I never wanted to hurt anyone, but eventually I just couldn't do it any more. I don't think you're right, but I respect your opinion, yet, I hope you're right as well.”

“Thanks, I think I am. Now, this isn't a boarding school, per say, you do have freedom to leave as you desire, except during school hours. Eight am to three pm, you are absolutely obligated to be here, unless you have a doctors note stating otherwise. If you're sick, and we can see that, and we know how to detect fakes, then you'll get to go to a quiet room where you can rest. We have a doctor on staff here to see to most of your medical needs, we have a therapist on staff to see to your mental needs, we do several group therapy sessions a week, and you're more than welcome to join them whenever you wish. I promise you, sometimes just getting to talk out the shit in your life is so refreshing.

“This facility is open twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. We have a small dorm room, split in half for boys and girls, but there's to be zero sex here, as you clearly saw on the rules sheet, so if you need a safe and warm place to sleep, you may do so here. We have a fully staffed cafeteria here, serving up healthy foods pretty much twenty four seven as well. We have set meal times for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but if you need food at other times, there's usually something available. If you need to eat, you can do so here.

“You need never bring a lunch, and we suggest you just don't, most kids never brought anything close to healthy, nor near enough. Same for breakfast, just eat it here. You're small, sure, but I can tell that you're borderline malnourished as well, if not full on, so you desperately needta get some good food into you. Like myself, I'm willing to bet that that's half your growth problem right there. I never ate properly, which meant I never grew properly, and once I started eating right, I started growing, quite rapidly in my case, hopefully not so rapidly in yours though. How long have you been in group homes?”

“Three years?”

“That's a long time to haveta live in a place like that.”

“Yeah, but what other choice do I have. No one will take me any more. I scare everyone.”

“Not me.”

“Yeah, well, you're a freak like me.”

“Only freaky in the sheets my boy.” Peter grinned brightly.

“Will you quit saying shit like that, you damn near made me cum.”

“Shocked you didn't earlier.”

“Me too, it's been weeks since I had sex last, I prefer once or twice a day.”

“Same.”

“Yeah, and doing it myself just doesn't do it.”

“Know how you feel.”

“Wish you did.”

“Not like that, pervert.” Peter grinned even brighter still.

“Thanks, second nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long time.”

“I bet. Now, if you're addicted to anything, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, pain killers, what have you, let me know now, and we'll get you through detox to get you all cleaned up. Probably fully a quarter of you that come through my doors are addicted to at least one thing.”

“Nah, nothing like that. That was one thing my mom begged me never to do. Funny considering she dealt, but, like she said, she makes money off of other peoples weaknesses, but that I shouldn't do so, because it really does ruin lives. Never even tried any of them at all, though I've been offered hundreds of times.”

“Good to hear. Now, I think you could probably stand to go get some food. Oh, and how's your diaper, you were looking a little soggy when you came in?”

“I'm starving, but I always am, I'm the smallest in the home, and even though I've warned the others what I'm gonna do if they don't let me eat, there's already never enough food for all of us, and most days we're all a little hungry. As for my super soggy baby diaper, it's getting pretty close to needing changed, why, would you liketa change me?”

“Nope. Not allowed to, not that I would, even if I was allowed to, I know exactly where you want that soggy baby bum change to go.”

“Nuts.”

“Yeah. Now, I'm betting you probably don't get very good thick thirsty tape on baby diapers at the group home, so I already have here for you some really good ones. They're the same ones that a couple of the other boys here use, but you clearly wouldn't fit theirs.”

“There's other diaper wearers here?”

“Sure are.”

“How come.”

“Can't answer that. We never divulge others' secrets, remember rule number eight?”

“Fair enough.”

“I'll show you to the diaper change room, so you can get changed, then we'll go get you some much needed food, and finally we'll tour the facilities.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Peter showed Chance to the diaper change room, showed him where everything is, and then left the room, closing the door behind himself, though wishing that he really could stay and help the shockingly pretty little boy change his super soggy baby diaper. His hot hard dick barely concealed at all by his tight underwear, it took a lot to refuse Chance, but he is not the first, nor will he be the last to fling himself at Peter.

Chance took the opportunity to change himself properly. For the first time in a long time, he has diaper rash cream, and lotion, as well as proper wipes, and really good diapers. He loves the feel of these diapers, they are super soft, super thick, and they look super durable and absorbent as well. As he is lotioning himself up, though, he cannot help jacking off enough to let him cum once, talking to the amazingly hot man had made him so horny, what he would not give to have the chance to be fucked by the huge school principal even just once.

Once done, and redressed, he rejoined his principal in the hall.

“Clearly we needta stop in the store room and get you some new pants. We always have lots here, but these ones are already a little on the small side for you, but with that much better and thicker diaper, it really shows.”

“I don't mind.”

“I'm sure you don't. We have clothes though, and I think I even still have a few diaper shirts that are about your size in there, so let's go there first, shall we.”

“Okay, you're the boss.”

Peter just laughed and led the way down the hall, and only four doors down, they entered a room. It is not locked, and there is a change stall at the end. There are racks and racks of clothes. None of them are great quality, but everything is reasonably good and well cleaned.

“Looks like this room gets used a lot.”

“Yeah, I go to the thrift stores at least once a month to restock in here. All students are allowed to come here whenever they need something new and get what they need. You're also encouraged to leave your old clothes here for the next student to use, just throw them in the hamper, and they'll be cleaned and put back on the racks. Anything that needs repaired, will get it in our sewing class, and I always buy lots of not so good used clothes, so that you can all learn repairing clothes as well. It's a valuable life skill, same as cooking, so you all learn all that. This isn't like a traditional school in any way, you'll learn nearly anything here you wanna learn, I've made sure of that. I don't have a huge budget for materials, but I spend it wisely, I shop a lot at the thrift stores, I trash pick for materials for the wood and metal shops, bags of rags and whatnot for the sewing class, so on and so forth. The only thing that I never haveta worry about are food and medical stuff, that's all covered easy.”

“That's really cool.”

“Thanks. My husband and I do that pretty near every weekend, you'll meet him soon enough, he's the shop and technologies teacher here.”

“That's allowed, hell, does the school board know you're gay and married?”

“Yes, they know, but they can't say anything about it, we met and got married before we started working together.”

“And how'd he end up here.”

“Because he wanted to be, not because he hadta be. He wanted the chance to make a difference, just like me.”

“Oh. Shocked they allowed it.”

“They didn't actually know we were married 'til well after, neither of us said anything. By then, he'd already done so well here, that they just left it.” He grinned.

“Nice.”

“So, I think this diaper shirt will fit you, and yes, there are two, so take them both. Your shit is questionable at best, so, here, try this one, and these pants should look good on you, and they look like they'll fit no problems.”

“Okay, thanks.” Chance said, and then went to start stripping right where he is.

“Unh unh, in the change room. I know what you're trying to do, and you can't play that innocence card on me, it doesn't work.” Peter laughed.

“Nuts.” Chance giggled at having been caught, and went to the change room.

Chance came out only two minutes later, much more presentable.

“Perfect, once more, my gay eyes do not deceive me, not sure how I can pick out clothes so perfectly, I suppose it's a gift.” He laughed.

“They do fit perfectly, and they don't show my diaper too much, just enough to know if you know what to look for, I like that. Any chance there are shoes as well, these are too small and pretty near worn out?”

“Of course, over here.” Peter said, leading Chance to that rack.

They looked over the small selection for a few minutes, but because Chance really is so small, and most of the clothes have been bought for bigger boys, there was only one pair that would fit, but would still be a bit big. Peter deemed them better than what he has, so Chance put them on. Peter said that he would find more later for him.

“Okay, lunch, then tour. Come on.”

“Okay.” Chance said, happy to have the ability to maybe have a really good filling lunch.

When they walked in the cafeteria, Chance nearly stumbled, the smell of such good food wailed on him so. He did stop, and he breathed in, and smelled the wonderful smells for a few seconds. Peter just grinned and waited. Chance excitedly went up to the buffet tables and started opening up the various lids, because everything was kept covered, to see what all there is. Chance grabbed a plate, once he knew what there was, and started loading it up. Peter warned him not to take too much, but Chance soundly ignored him. He had a large plate loaded full of hot foods, and then one bowl loaded full of salad. Peter led him to a table, and Chance started digging in.

Now, Peter has seen many a boy eat over the years, and has seen many of them pack away shocking amounts of food, but never before had he seen such a small boy eat so much, because the bloody kid went back for seconds, and ate all that too, and then went and had dessert as well.

“Fuck, are you gonna explode?” Peter laughed when Chance finally said he was full.

“Only if I don't get fucked soon.”

“Once more, know how you feel.”

“Once more, wish you did.”

“Yes, well, not gonna happen, so quit torturing yourself.”

“In actual answer, no, I finally feel full though. I haven't gotten to eat near enough lately, I was really hungry.”

“That'll probably be puberty at least trying to start, you need lotsa good quality food to give you all the energy you need to change.”

“Then I needta eat like that every day.”

“No, not like that, you'll hurt yourself more in the long run doing that. You don't wanna get fat.”

“No, you got that right. Fuck, there was a kid in my last school that looked like a fucking beach ball with arms and legs. I think that's possibly one of the worst cases of child abuse I've ever seen. How can anyone let someone they love look like that. He couldn't even walk ten steps before he hadta stop and catch his breath. I bet he has a fifteen year old heart attack.”

“I know what you mean, and yes, I think that that should be construed as child abuse as well. So, now for the tour.”

Peter led the way, showing Chance everything about the school and where everything is. The school is old, it is worn, but it is clean, and reasonably well kept, considering the kids it houses. It is damn near a prison, but Peter tries his hardest to prevent it from feeling like it. The walls are all painted bright and cheery colours, there are really cool graffiti type murals all over the place, lots of fun decorations that it looks like students have made, and while nothing looks new or in great condition, everything has been repaired and fixed up as best the students can

So far, Chance has only seen about a dozen kids, other than a couple classes where they could peek in, because there was glass on the doors.

“So, exactly how many students do you have now?”

“With you, one hundred and sixteen.”

“Wow, really, all this space for so few kids?”

“Yep.”

“My last school was the same size and had just over a thousand kids stuffed in it.”

“Yes, well, the supposedly good kids certainly would never agree to come here, and thankfully there's really not very many of you bad apples out there that deserve this school.”

“Fair enough.”

“And yes, I do think you deserve this school, but not for the reason others might think so. Sure, you've been shit on, sure you've been pushed around, and absolutely you've become a right little asshole, but here I take the worst of the worst, and I turn them around and help them to become more than they ever dreamed possible. We can teach you so much here, all you haveta do is try. Oh, and we are allowed to physically restrain you here, I made it very clear that if we haveta do so, that we will, and that there are no repercussions from doing so. So, if you don't try, I will put you in a sleeper hold 'til you agree to learn.”

“You'd only try it once.” Chance grinned brightly.

“That's the spirit. You are a spirited young fucker, and I will enjoy breaking you and making you good.”

“I've already been broken in, but I'd certainly let you try breaking me again, I could absolutely pretend to be an unbroken stallion, I could rock your world.”

“I'm sure you could, and I bet we'd have a blast, every pun intended of course, but no, get your head outta the gutter.”

“Sorry, not gonna happen, I was born with my head in the gutter, I am gutter trash after all.”

“Yeah, well, what you were, what you may've been born with means nothing here, I tell all the kids here all the time, here you may be on your last chance with society, but here we call it your first chance to truly shine.”

“That's actually kinda nice.”

“We do try, really we do. No one here's had what you'd call a normal life, hell, mine and yours are downright tame in comparison to some, and no, I won't tell you. Go to group, you'll learn lots there. Probably more than even you wanted to know. I've had kids in the past that were drugged heavily by their parents, then fucked, they were raped, plain and simple, they were hooked on drugs, then sold to anyone to pay for the drugs. So yeah, our stories are bad, but sadly, there are worse. I'll give you a full schedule later, but like I said, we're open every day, all day. Friday nights are movie and pizza night, Sunday's are pajama days, and we just play games all day, Saturday is craft day, you get to do just about any kinda craft you want, we try and have something for everyone here. There's more, lots more, of course, but, like I said, you get a schedule as well.”

“Wow, all this in a school, and unfortunately I knew kid who had that happen, killed himself because of it, he was gay, but they made him fuck girls, they filmed it, they even had him rape babies, but only girls.”

“Honestly, that sorta thing happens far more frequently than most realize, which is sick. As for having all this in a school, we try to make it the best place we can for all us gutter trash, and if they'd give me the funding and the space to do it, I'd just make this a full boarding school. I almost have them talked into it.”

“Yeah, but then we couldn't have fun guests.”

“I already thought of that, and we'd really haveta have it so that there's only two people per room, and they can work out private time amongst themselves. Trust me, I know how teen boys and girls are. Well, sorta the girls, I can assume they're pretty near as bad as we are.”

“Not a clue either, there's as much chance of me being with a girl as a snowman walking through hell and lasting more than a step or two.”

“Same here actually.” Peter laughed.

“What do I do in the mean time though. My care home is clear across the city?”

“I'd say move into the one down the road, but they're already over capacity. They're only supposed to have like ten kids there, but last I heard, they have eighteen or nineteen. I know there's a few more around, but, I know they're all full as well.”

“Yeah, mine's over capacity as well, I share a two bed room with two others, they hadta bring in a cot for me. Not that it bothers me all that much, but still, not the greatest.”

“Yeah, from what I understand, this is the same problem all over the city.”

“Yeah, ain't city livin' awesome. Wide open spaces, clean crisp fresh air, oh, and bodies falling in the street like fucking flies.”

“Wish I could leave the city, to tell you the truth, but not sure I could any more, and besides, I do love my job here.”

“If you try and make it half as good as you say you do, then I'll probably love coming here. You said you do have some dorm space, could I just maybe move in here temporarily 'til something closer opens up, 'cause I'll never make it here and back every day and not get murdered.”

“Of course, there's already at least five other boys, and three girls that pretty much stay here full time, but a couple that come and go a little. They're like you though, they need some action. Oh, that reminds me, we always have condoms and proper lube, we must implore you to use them, please, use them, we've lost too many students to STD's, six already, and another who's infected.”

“Fuck, that sucks.”

“It does, they had so much potential, now they're dead, just because they didn't use a fucking condom.”

“If I don't know and or trust them, then they haveta wear. The problem, I truly do love being filled fully, but, I do demand they wear if I don't know them.”

“Good, I'm glad. Our doctor will call you in within the next day or two and test you for everything, so that we know, and, more importantly, so that you know. If you've had sex, and you think you might be at risk, go and ask him to test you again, and he will. We're all very understanding around here, like I already said, we're all from the same place, we all know the risks, and we'd rather test you a hundred times than have you get something and then accidentally pass it on.”

“Thanks. I've been tested several times, my friends and I always went and tested, and if they wanted the chance to fuck me raw, then they hadta come back squeaky clean, and I always tested with them, so that they knew I was as well.”

“Good, I'm glad.”

“My mom's a whore, she did at least teach me a few things, granted, most people would think that their mother telling their sons this at the age of eight might be a touch wrong, but really, it was good advice, and she knew I was fucking and getting fucked anyway.”

“I see nothing wrong with it, and if you were already sexually active, then it was truly imperative if you ask me.”

“That's what she said. So, wheres the dorm then, I have nothing at my old place, I can just call them and tell them I have a new home, and that they can recycle my stuff to the next kids?”

“Upstairs. Follow me. I think we're about done down here anyway. The only thing left are the shops, but they're outside anyway, so we can check them out later.”

“Okay. There seems to be lotsa extra rooms, couldn't you use them for dorm rooms?”

“Technically speaking, I'm not allowed. The only reason I was able to turn the one I did into a dorm, is because it has its own separate washroom facilities attached. Not even sure why, but it does, so it works. They say I'd needta have at least twice as much washrooms, and full wash facilities in order to make it work. We're not allowed to make those changes though, which is stupid, we could do it ourselves I bet, and I bet I could get a lot of the supplies donated.”

“Give me two hours, tops, with the man or men in charge of that decision, and I guarantee success.”

“He's hopelessly straight.”

“So. Bet I could turn him so fucking gay he never looks at another female. I've done it before.”

“I just bet you have, but no, that's just not gonna happen.”

“What about those portable buildings that they use in work camps and things, I know they make dorm units with full washrooms. I offered a guy I once fucked to come with him and be his dorm slut, he damn near took me up on the offer too, fuck that would've been heaven, twelve big burly oil field men, fucking me every day.”

“That's what I've been looking for. I even had a line on six of the damned things that some company was getting rid of for so stupid cheap it wasn't funny, but someone else scooped the deal, asshole. I even told him what I needed them for, but he didn't care, said he arrived with the money first, so they're his. I'm constantly keeping my ears to the ground though.”

“Oh, okay. If I'm gonna do this, I almost don't wanna leave.”

“My husband and I go home every night, but only to sleep. Honestly, if we had a room here, we'd stop renting our place and just live here too.”

“Are there rules about washrooms for you guys as well?”

“Yes, the most strict, we're not allowed to use the same wash facilities as the students, and while there is a teachers only washroom with shower, it's not exactly great.”

“Considering what I know people pay for rent here, and how little I know teachers usually make, I'm betting you don't live in a hugely fancy place anyway, is your washroom really that much better that it's worth it?”

“No, in fact the washroom here would be nicer, but there's really nowhere to set up a proper room for us.”

“I think there's lotsa room, it'd just be a matter of setting it up or building what you need.”

“Again, the problem is, we're not allowed to make any permanent changes to the building, at all.”

“Who says it hasta be permanent then. How many other teachers would take the chance to live here, how big do you all need your rooms, I bet one of the unused classrooms could easily be made into four reasonable sized rooms.”

“Fuck, probably all of them.”

“Exactly. Is there a room or rooms near to the washrooms that you could use, so that it's close?”

“Several, actually, it's in the back wing that's not even used any more.”

“Then why the hell haven't you done it yet?”

“Because it's not allowed.”

“When was the last time anyone even came and checked up on you and really looked at the school, honestly.”

“Two years ago.”

“There you have it, what they don't know can't hurt them, and, like I said, make it non permanent, don't physically attach it to anything, and what can they say.”

“Fair enough, I'll talk it over with the others tonight. Thanks.”

“No, thank you. Now we just needta find me somewhere that I can easily entertain guests and all will be good.”

“We'll see what we can come up with. So, yeah, that's pretty much everything upstairs here. Wanna go see the shops now?”

“Yes please, believe it or not, the wood shop was my favorite class in all my schools.”

“That and metal working are probably the two most popular here as well, but we get lots in the cooking class, as well as the home ec class, so sewing and all that, both boys and girls by the way. Lotsa boys wanna know how to sew, so that they can make and or fix their own clothes, because, let's face it, if we don't do our own things, who else will. We teach everything here. Hell, buncha the kids are knitting their own sweaters in that class right now, they started on toques and mitts, it's perfect.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea actually, maybe I'll try that too.”

“You should. You're already so smart academically speaking, that we really won't be able to offer you much there, but all the other life skills that we offer here, we can teach you so much.”

“Good, because it's that stuff that I know nothing about. I'm pretty sure I'd burn water, I've never cooked before at all.”

“And here that's a mandatory course. Every student must also spend at least one day per week in the kitchen helping out for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, however, you're welcome to go more as well.”

“Good. I like that you do things differently here.”

“I haveta. Most of the kids here shrink in a traditional school setting, so everything about this hasta be geared toward what they're good at, but that doesn't mean that they get to shirk their responsibilities when it comes to the academics either, but we find other ways to teach them.”

“True enough.”

“So, here's the wood shop. As you can see, it's a decent size, just not so large as we'd all like it. None of the equipment is in perfect condition, but, the good news is, even when something breaks down, we treat it as a teaching situation, and teach you all how to repair instead of replace. I simply don't have the budget to replace everything, but with routine maintenance, which you're taught almost as much as safety, and us repairing everything, and getting good deals on tools and whatnot from various sources, we've cobbled together a pretty decent shop here. It's the same in the metal shop and the mechanics shop.”

“Nice, and I see a shit load of wooden bar clamps and spring clamps even, and some of your other clamps look hand made.”

“That's right. Once you get in here, that'll be your first project, make two of each of the three clamps we use. Not only is it good training, but it helps everyone, and they're easily repairable when they wear out. We've even made a few of our own tools too, we teach it all here.”

“So, what do you do with all the stuff the kids make?”

“If they need it at home, they can take it home, assuming of course they have one, because currently, only twenty five or so kids have a place to actually call home right now, the vast majority of my kids are in places like you're at right now. No, most of the stuff, the kids donate back to the school, so that we can use those funds to provide for the stuff that we don't get funding for, like the wood and metal and cloth and whatnot. I get a total of maybe a thousand a month for that stuff, but we need triple that, and all the kids know that this is their safe haven, and if they want all this, that they haveta help make it happen, and they happily do. It's all our responsibility make this place work.”

“How many students do you have that go onto college or university?”

“Sixty to seventy percent, depending on the year of course, and most go into the trades and whatnot, which is excellent, they get excellent paying jobs, they don't necessarily haveta have strong academics, because, again, that's not our students' strong suits usually, and I'm happy to say, the kids rarely haveta pay for any of that. Even the kids who don't go to some form of higher education all get good jobs, because they know how to do stuff, like cooking and baking, woodworking and metal working, all that. I have less than one percent of students end up homeless, and quite often it's zero, which is where I want it of course.”

“That's really good.”

“It's excellent actually.”

“So, what's there to do around here that's fun then?”

“Lots. There's the library for reading, we tried to make it as comfortable as possible as you saw, then there's all the crafts that you're welcome to do, and you're welcome to use the computer lab any time there's no class in there, but no naughty business at all, and then there's a lounge with a TV, and then another lounge with several TV's and games systems, they're older, but who cares, they're still loadsa fun. There's also the gym, and even the outside areas, and we have lotsa stuff for both.”

“Oh good.”

“So, it's getting really close to the end of the day, and everyone's been told to come to the gym to greet our newest family member.”

“Crap, you're gonna make me stand up in front of them all, aren't you, and you're gonna make me talk, aren't you?”

“Yep.”

“Figures. Family member?”

“Yes, we're all family here. We may have different parents, but, in so many of our cases, the family that we were granted from birth, well, fucking sucks, to put it mildly. So, we can be the family that we all deserve, because the ones we got, well I sure as hell didn't deserve.”

“I suppose you have a point. I mean, I love my mom, I know she loves me, but she sure isn't gonna win any mother of the year awards any time soon, even I can admit that. I've never had anyone else that'd even remotely consider me anything more than just a useless piece of shit that's stuck to their shoes.”

“Once more, know how you feel.”

“I'm not exactly good at speaking on front of a crowd.”

“None of us are, I've had criers, pukers, and pee'ers, no one will laugh at you. At least, if you pee yourself, no one will notice.”

“You do have a point there.”

“An old trick is to stand there, look out at the audience and imagine them in their underwear, or something else equally embarrassing.”

“I'd imagine them all in diapers, but that might make me horny, well, at least the boys at any rate.”

“I bet, you really are a diaper lover, aren't you?”

“Yeah, I really am.”

“It's funny just how many of you I've had through this school, and I think every last one of them was at least half gay as well.”

“Really.”

“Yep.”

“I'm willing to bet you won't tell me if any of the diaper wearers in the school are gay diaper lovers huh!”

“Exactly.”

They arrived to the gym only a moment later, and Chance helped Peter to pull out the bleachers, so that all the students and teachers could sit down. Then Peter showed Chance where all the PA equipment was stored and how to set it all up. Chance was shocked that nothing was locked, but, like Peter said, locks get broken, so there is simply no point, and this way, everyone just bloody well respects things. Chance was not entirely convinced that that was a good idea, but it was all still there, so that is all that mattered. In his previous few schools, anything that was not chained down was taken in a heartbeat. Turn your back for only a moment, and almost anything would disappear.

About two minutes after they finished, Chance had just been looking around, a soft tone played on the schools PA system, and Peter told Chance that that is the end of day notification, but that it is only used for the start and end of day, everything else was just done by paying attention. Not even two minutes after the end of day tone, all the students and staff poured into the gym and took seats in the bleachers. Once Peter saw that everyone was present, he stood up and went to the microphone and started.

“Good afternoon ladies, gentlemen, and scoundrels alike, as you hopefully all recall from our meeting yesterday, today we get to welcome a new face to our insane family. Just like all of you were when you hadta do this, he's incredibly nervous, so, remember, no laughing, as that'd be construed as bullying, and there's no bullies here, are there.”

“No Sir.” Most everyone called, but Chance plainly heard several people call him your lowness.

Peter waved to Chance, who nervously stood up and went to the microphone. It took him a few seconds, and he hardly even looked at the crowd.

“Hi, um, I'm Chance, like Peter says, funny I have that name, and coming here. I guess I'm here for the same reasons as most of you are, outside here, they think I'm an asshole, a sociopath, or I've even been called a psychopath before. I suppose maybe some of it's even my fault, but, I couldn't take the bullying anymore, so I started beating the living shit outta them instead. My motto was, talk shit, get hit. Granted, I never made the first swing, but I sure as hell took the last, and I've never been hit once. They say I'm super smart in the area of schoolwork and that, but I'm not really when it comes to people, to tell you the truth.

“The way it sounds, we were all raised about the same, in other words, I kinda wasn't really. My mom's a whore and a dealer, and is currently in jail, my dad died when I was three, and it weren't no natural causes either. So, yeah, I was a little shit, kinda am, still, but Peter made me promise to try and quit all that. So, one thing my mother and I have in common, we'll fuck or be fucked by any male possible, but where she wants money, I just wanted as much sex as I could get, though I never complained if they were willing to pay either.

“So, clearly I'm gay, and I'm happy with that, and though no one can bully me for that, because how could they bug me about something I like, they sure tried, but then I'd mouth them off, they'd swing, and I'd connect, and I was the fucking bad guy, every fucking time. The other thing that they tried to bully me for, but once more, it really doesn't bother me in the least, and I certainly don't hate it, but I haveta wear diapers twenty four seven. There, now everyone here knows, and know that they can't bully me for it, so there you have it.” Chance said, and if it were not for the microphone, no one would have heard him he said it so quietly, looking at no one, and as soon as he was finished, he went and sat down.

There were several very happy faces in the crowd from the revelations though. It was nice though, because virtually every student there had been there before, so made not one sound, which made it immensely easier on Chance. As soon as Chance sat down, Peter got back up.

“Well, thank you so much for that Chance. I can honestly say, so few have done that, and I commend you. Airing every bit of your dirty laundry in front of just over a hundred people is incredibly brave. I wish every student could do that. Eventually, like I told you before, it all comes out in group therapy, but no one here now has ever been so brave.”

“Yeah, well, I trust you, and you say they can be trusted, and that we're really all the same anyway, so, what difference is there, now they know.” Chance answered.

“Because I'm sure you couldn't possibly have heard that, here's what Chance just said.” He said, and then told them. “And I thank you Chance for taking the plunge and trusting me already, most don't for at least a couple weeks.”

“I can usually tell when someone's lying to me, I don't think you did even once, and I just feel like I can trust you.”

“Good feelings, because, no, not once did I, nor would I, and if there ever comes a time when I haveta, in order to protect someone or something else, I'll let you know why I hadta do so, just not necessary what exactly.” He said, and then told the rest of the students and staff what was just said. “And now, I think that it is close enough to craft time, so, go ahead and head out to whatever you wish to do 'til dinner time, as always, I invite every one of you to join us for crafts and dinner, and I hope to see you all there.”

Everyone cheered and flowed out. Chance stayed back with Peter.

“So, how many will leave?”

“Usually no more than two or three. Even the kids who do have homes to go to, they're not usually going to anything special, most of them don't have anything to do or to eat, so they'd rather just stay here.”

“Cool. So, what are all the crafts that I can do?”

“Let's go to the office and grab you a copy of it, so that you have the entire list. Not necessarily everything you can do every day. For some strange reason, they won't let us let you use any of the tools without supervision. I know, crazy right. But we don't always have someone qualified to watch in those rooms after hours, so we try and schedule that as best as possible, but, know that it can change from time to time, and that most changes will be posted on the doors to those rooms. Those, believe it or not, are some of the only few doors that are actually kept locked, and only because, by law, we have to.”

“Understandable.”

They made it to the office, and Peter grabbed a copy of it all, where it was held, what times, because it did vary because of certain situations. Chance took just a minute to read it all, then handed back the paper and said he memorized it, so Peter could re-use it. Peter just shook his head.

“That's truly amazing. Scary really, but in a great way. So, what would you like to do?”

“I think maybe I'll try the sewing class.”

“Okay, they're doing knitting right now, so if you're okay with learning that, then by all means, mind you, there's nothing saying you can't do some sewing as well, and I'm sure Jane would teach you that.”

“Do we call all the teachers by name?”

“Most of us don't mind, but Jane's not actually a teacher, she's a volunteer, and an ex student here. She was one of my first graduates after I started as principal and made all the changes. She's volunteered just about every day since in thanks for what we did for her. Many of our volunteers, and even a couple of our teachers, are ex students, and many went on to do great things.”

“Oh, that's good to know. So, even when we haveta leave, we don't necessarily haveta leave for life.”

“Not if you don't wanna. You wouldn't be the first student to fall in love with this school and never wish to leave.”

“Yeah, I think I have, already, it just feels so much more, well, I don't know, I guess relaxed, free, understanding maybe.”

“Because that's exactly what all it is.”

“I never wanted to be bad, you know, I hate fighting, I hate being mean, I just wanna be happy, be loved, but no one would let me. I hadta be mean, be an asshole, to survive out there, but that's not really who I am.”

“I know, I started to see that within minutes of you talking to me, you're a real little sweetheart deep down, and all you want is love and understanding. Believe you me, you're not alone in that here. Really, deep down, that's all anyone wants. Sure, I've had a few true psychopaths here that I just couldn't help, but the vast majority of the boys and girls who come through here were or are just like you in so many ways. So many of you have weird desires, or were too loving and got taken advantage of and went mean instead, and virtually every last one of you didn't have a great home life, and almost never any sort of positive reinforcement or love.

“There's many kids here, just like me, that were beaten and or sold, there's several that were raped by their parents, both boys and girls, by their moms or dads, it doesn't matter, that hurts far deeper than most can understand. Hell, I would've enjoyed it, had it not been for the physical and emotional abuse that went along with it, and I've known several kids who came from homes where they loved their parents, or some adult, in an illegal way and they were caught. Believe me, those kids are always the worst to help, because they loved someone so deeply that was taken from them, and even though they said it was what they wanted, the courts ignored them and jailed their lovers. I currently have two of them right now.”

“Thanks, that's pretty much exactly it too. I can understand about the kids loving someone like that, there were several that I could've loved like that, had we've had the time, but we all knew what would happen had we been caught.”

“And that's far more damaging to a child than most realize. The police, the psychiatrists, all of them, they think they're protecting the kids from a monster, but, um, I sure wasn't with no monster, he was the single most loving person I was with. We weren't caught, no, he was the one who saved me from my parents. He was the one who taught me love and understanding, and I still miss him. Sadly he died in my late teens, but he'd helped me to grow and to love, and it was the money he left me that helped me through university to become a teacher.”

“That's really nice. I wasn't necessarily looking for a lover like that, but I wasn't shying away from them either.”

“My recommendation to you, is find a boy your age. The sheer torture of getting ripped apart should you be caught, and then go through court and be told that you were turned into a mindless puppet by a master puppeteer and that you really didn't want it, that your lover was a monster, it's too much for most, and I've had three kids over the years commit suicide from it, and even though I was trying my best to help them, it wasn't enough.” He said with tears in his eyes.

“Yeah, I know the risks.”

“So did they, that's the thing. It doesn't matter though. Once you fall in love like that, if it's broken apart in that way, and you're treated like that, your mind crashes. Most lived, yes, but they were never the same after either. With me and our therapists here working on them, they did or are doing okay, but don't tell me you know the risks, when I just don't think you truly understand them. Then there's what happens to your adult lover in prison, most don't make it out alive, they're chewed up and spit out in there, child rapists don't live long in prison, and they don't give a damn if you were in love and if you wanted it or not, they're still seen as full on rapists.”

“You're right, I know the risks, and I even know what would happen if we were caught, but not how it'd fuck me up. I don't mind being with kids my age, except they can't always fill me up as much as I want and need.”

“I understand that, really I do, and so, my recommendation to you there, is turn yourself a dildo in woodworking and fuck yourself silly with that, and no, you sure wouldn't be the first to do so, most were incredibly proud of their first wooden dildos. Of course, sand it very smooth, and always use condoms on them, maybe have a special friend who also made his own, and enjoy together while sucking. That's actually my personal favorite way. Making love is great, sure, but that way you can take far more time and tire out far less, and it just feels so fucking good.”

“That's actually not a bad idea, to tell you the truth, and I already know about the sixty nine and dildo fuck, that's mine as well. We just usually used our fingers of course, since dildos are rare on the streets, but we did often improvise as well to fill each other good and full.”

“Fingers are great, but they can't always go far enough to scratch our deep itches, at least not 'til you can take a fist, which can feel great, but, in case you've never done so, is incredibly tiring. It takes a lot of work and a lot out of a guy to be fist fucked.”

“That I don't doubt, but not even I've ever been fisted before. Read about it, mind you, just never experienced it.”

“Once you're ready for it, it can be quite enjoyable, but, I promise you, the next few days after you won't walk or shit right. If you're not ready for it though, a world of hurt awaits you.”

“Of that I have no doubts whatsoever.” Chance laughed.

“Yeah, well, my first time, I was ten, I think, and he was an adult, and I sure as fuck wasn't ready for it. He tore me, bad, but of course I was never taken to the hospital. He brutalized me, and you know what, he paid again a few weeks later, and my mom fucking sold me to him again. I begged him not to do it again, but he still did. By the sixth or seventh time he raped me hard like that, I was used to it, he'd fuck me raw and hard, dick, fingers and fist, dildos, it didn't matter, he even fucked my throat so raw I couldn't talk for days after, but he was mean, he put a cock cage on me and wouldn't allow me to cum, I wasn't there for my pleasure, only his, and he liked to hear me cry out. I hated that man, he wasn't in it for pleasure like some of them were. I had lots of men, probably far more than you, but he was the only one I hated, most of them were really nice to me and treated me well. Not all, but most at least treated me like a human.”

“That's horrible, sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, but, like I said, I have horrors in my past that no child should experience, but, I also met a lot of amazing men who made very tender love to me, made me feel like a god, made me enjoy my life of a forced whore. By the way, my mom even tried to sell me to women, but after the first time, I told her never again, she beat me something fierce 'cause I couldn't even remotely get hard for her, and then my mom beat me more for the loss of income, because the bitch demanded her money back. There was nothing I could do once I saw her naked, even picturing as many hot boys that I desired couldn't make me hard.”

“We certainly have that in common, I can't get hard around a female either, even if they're in the same room, I can't do it.”

“Yeah, so here's the craft room as I'm sure you remember. From here, go to dinner with the rest, and enjoy. Then it's free time to do as you please, bed no later than ten here though, okay.”

“Ten, that's awful early, don't you think, I'm used to going to bed at twelve or so?”

“Ten, and that's final. If you really wanna go to bed that late, you haveta go back to your group home to do that. I know you don't wanna do that, so ten. There's a good reason for it though. Kids your age require a hell of a lot more sleep than you've been getting if you go to bed at midnight and haveta get up at seven to make it to school on time. You should be getting closer to ten hours of sleep every night, or more right now. Not only will you feel better physically, but emotionally as well, and remember, you do all your growing while you sleep, so no good sleep, no good grow, and face it, you need all the growing time you can get.

“Try getting to bed for nine and sleeping a good ten hours, within a month, coupled with getting good food here, I guarantee you that you'll not only feel better, but you'll likely have grown some as well. It may not be able to fully help you, and to get you started on puberty, you may still need help there, but, it might help as well, and it will help you feel better.”

“Okay, but I can't honestly tell you the last time I went to bed at nine, if I ever did. My mom wasn't exactly strict on bed times and all that, it was, you're getting bitchy, go to bed, or, you're falling asleep where you stand, go to bed, but never once did I actually have a curfew. Hell, if I wanted to stay out with friends 'til midnight, she said it was all good.”

“Sorry to say, but that's actually a form of child abuse in my books.”

“How so?”

“Because kids need structure, they need a parental role model who sets some rules for them and makes them follow them. Without that, kids don't grow and learn properly. So few of the kids who've come through my doors have had that in the least, and nor did I.”

“I suppose.”

“Yes, well, I have stuff to do, so I'll likely see you at dinner time now. Let me introduce you to Jane, then I gotta fly.”

“Okay.”

“Jane, I've got our newest prisoner here, he'd like to learn some stuff from you, but please, for fucks sake, don't stab the poor boy with a knitting needle, I rather liked the last kid you killed for accidentally knotting up one of your rolls of yarn.”

“The bastard deserved it, he knotted three rolls up, two is my limit, I'm sorry, any more than that and they haveta be disposed of. You know the rules.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“Fair enough. Don't knot up any yarn Chance.”

“Agreed.” Chance giggled.

“So, Chance, I like that. I'm Jane, and I teach all the supposedly girly life skills here, but, as you can clearly see, we have half boys and girls here, which is nice. Just because you're a big tough bully, doesn't mean you shouldn't learn how to sew and to knit and to crochet. It can be very calming and relaxing. Since we're all working on knitting right now, you may as well join us on that, and we'll get you knitting your very own toque.”

“Thanks. Good to meet you, and I'd like that.”

“Have a good time Chance, see you in a while.”

For almost an hour, Jane taught Chance how to knit, and then he chose a couple yarns that were very close to his favorite colours, and started knitting away with all the others. It was actually pretty quiet in there, everyone had a nice comfortable chair to sit in, and other than the almost hypnotizing sound of needles clacking, and the occasional involuntary noise, it was very peaceful. The only thing that would make it better, Chance thought, was if there was some soothing classical music playing. He put up his hand and Jane came over, and he whispered that to her, so as not to bother the rest of the students, and she said that was a wonderful idea, and asked the rest of the class if they would like that as well. They all agreed, so she pulled up a classical music play list on her phone and set it to a low volume, and it was even more relaxing.

By the time the next hour was up, Chance nearly had his very first toque knit, and he had needed almost no help whatsoever. He made a couple errors, but Jane was easily able to show him how to back up and repair it. Jane told everyone that it was pretty much dinner time now, and so they all headed to the cafeteria together.

When they entered, Chance nearly stumbled once more from being assailed by so many wonderful smells. He groaned from deep within, and joined the long line at the serving station. He piled up his plate to absolutely indecent full of spaghetti and meat sauce, garlic toast, and Caesar salad, then went and joined all the others in gorging on the delicious foods.

“So, you're the new gay boy diaper wearer, huh.” Chance heard to his left, in a snotty voice. His blood nearly started to boil. Peter had promised him that this would not happen.

“Yeah, what of it, didn't you hear me this afternoon when I said I beat the living shit outta fucktards for that sorta shit.” He snarled out, not even looking up, but he was gripping his fork and knife so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“Yeah yeah, I've been threatened by bigger. What's you're problem, why do you wear diapers?”

“I suffer from CSI.”

“As in the show.”

“No, as in can't stand idiots.”

“That's not why you wear diapers.”

“No, but it's the reason why if you continue teasing me, you're gonna have a very bad day.” Chance snarled.

“Oh please. Would you turn around and face me already.”

“Why, so you can see how mad you've made me? Peter promised me this sorta shit wasn't gonna happen here.”

“Look, I'm sorry, I was trying to joke with you, I suppose that it was in bad taste, you're still so new here, so raw still that I should've known you'd probably be on a hair trigger still. I was when I got here too, and I hadn't even admitted to everyone that I was a gay diaper wearer.”

“You are?” Chance said, finally turning around to see who he was talking to.

He found a boy of about thirteen, pretty good looking, tall and lanky, dark brown hair, eyes, and even a hint of a mustache already starting to show. It appears as if his nose may have been broken before, a couple times, because it was not exactly straight, and he has slightly crooked teeth to match, it is kind of cute Chance thought. He looked down, and sure enough, he could detect a diaper bulge, a soggy diaper bulge at that.

“Yes, it's good to meet you Chance, I'm Zayden.”

“Um, good to meet you as well.”

“Sorry, I really shouldn't have done that to you so soon.”

“It's okay. I let Peter make me believe that all that shit was behind me, and that maybe I could finally let my guard down and be who I really am, I hated being an asshole who'd beat the shit outta anyone who crossed me, it's not really who I am.”

“Same, I've been here for almost two years already, but I came here for the exact same reasons. I got bullied so much, that one day I snapped, and I became the bully, I bullied the bullies, I beat the shit outta them if I caught them bullying anyone else, I was expelled from three different schools before I came here, and Peter's been great, this whole place is, it's a haven for those of us that the outside world says are trash.”

“Yeah, trash, that's the least of what I was called.”

“Let me guess, psychopath, insane, maniac.”

“Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Same for you I'm guessing?”

“Yeah. And I'm the same as you, parents are both in jail for me though, and before that they weren't exactly stellar parents, from the time I was four or five, I was roaming the streets getting into anything I wanted, doing anything I wanted with no remorse and no recourse. I even had a drinking problem, but Peter helped cure me of that. I was a terror, but all I wanted was love. I looked for it, but I never found it. I was fucked, fuck was I fucked, long and hard, so many fucking times, but I still never found the love I was searching for. Tell me, I know you need diapers, but do you love them too?”

“Yeah, how about you?”

“Yeah. Except I don't truly need them, I just love them. I'm a bed wetter, I doubt that'll ever stop, and I do have daytime issues, but I don't truly haveta wear diapers during the day, yet I do, all day, every day, I never peepee in a potty like a big boy, I just peepee my baby diapers like a baby boy.”

“Nice. I can sorta hold it, if I try hard enough, but not for long, and if I lose concentration, I will pee.”

“Yeah, I get like that if I hold for too long, the longer I do, the worse it is, and as soon as I stop focusing on that, I pee too. About an hour, tops, is all I can go, before I absolutely haveta find a washroom.”

“And did you like being baby diaper fucked?” Chance asked.

“Hell yeah, was my favorite way.”

“Me too, many of the boys and men thought it was so fucking kinky to diaper fuck me.”

“Same. Did any of them wear as well?”

“No, even though I really wanted them to.”

“Same.”

“You're pretty cute, you're gay, and you're wearing, wanna try it together some time?”

“Yeah, except I can't. I live here right now, because there was nowhere else for me to go, and Peter has a very strict rule of no sex.”

“Ah, that's gonna be a problem then, because I'm gonna stay here too, since my group home was already way over capacity, and clear across the city, this just makes it easier and safer.”

“Shit. And here I thought maybe I could maybe finally get what I was looking for.”

“Same. I guess we'll haveta figure something out.”

“Yeah, I know there's a few places where we'd likely never get caught, but I can't do that to Peter, not after everything he's done for me. I have nothing to offer but my word and my trust, and I promised him.”

“Yeah, same. Maybe some day soon we can find a place to go and have some alone time and maybe finally get what we both need.” Chance said.

Both boys are nearly falling in love already, just because they have so much in common, and really want the same thing. They both think that the other is so cute, and even though they really wanna fuck like bunnies, they are also both thinking that maybe, just maybe, they will finally get to feel what making love is like as well. Peter had hoped that these two boys in particular would get together, and he smiled happily to see that they did. They both need the same things, and they really are so much alike.

The boys ended up heading up to the food tables, once Chance finished eating, to get themselves some much desired desserts, and they each had a few of the options.

“Fuck, I love spaghetti night here, it's always so good. Another good one is stew night, that's tomorrow, it tastes so good you can't imagine it 'til you try it. Friday night's probably everyone's favorite though, pizza and movie night, and so much fucking popcorn you'll explode. Oh, and the day after tomorrow is sausage and pirogi night, that's always great, especially if they have the hot Italian sausage. Of course, that's not all that's there, as you saw tonight, but that's the feature of the night.”

“Fuck, that made me hungry again, and I think I just ate enough for three people.”

“Know how you feel, my entire first week here was like that. I needed it though, I was even skinnier than I am now, and I'm still too skinny. I don't eat near as much any more though. Now I just eat what I should.”

“Yeah, it'll probably take me a few days to get fed up a bit here as well. I've hardly eaten anything this past week. In fact, I think I had as much food tonight as I had all last week together.”

“Yeah, again, know how you feel. That's why I left the group home I was in. I never got enough food. I was too small and couldn't get to the food, and I barely got scraps by the time the bigger kids got what they wanted.”

“Sucks. Oh well, I think I'm gonna really like living here.”

“I bet you will. It's really an amazing thing that Peter's done with this school.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“So, would you liketa join me in the games room for the evening, we have a few hours to kill 'til bedtime.”

“Sure, may as well. Peter says curfew's ten, not sure I'll be able to get to sleep that early, but I guess I haveta try, I promised I'd follow the rules.”

“You get used to it, and now, most nights I go to bed at nine, get up at seven, and I'm way more awake and alert all day long because of it. I never thought I'd go to bed so early, but everyone here does, curfew is ten, but most of us that stay here are in bed by nine, nine thirty at the latest. Peter has this way of getting us to agree to things that we never thought we would, but, he makes us all promise to try and do our best, and that he promises to do his best to help us out as well, and we all really do wanna. It doesn't hurt that we know that our only other option really is the kiddie pen, and I sure as fuck didn't want that.”

“Yeah, we made the same promises to each other, and he makes me feel that I wanna keep them. I couldn't imagine the look on his face if I didn't, and really screwed up. I have the feeling he'd probably be crying as he hadta punish us.”

“He does. He feels that he failed us when we fail ourselves. Been there a couple times, and I admit, I never cried before coming here, well, maybe I did when I was younger and so weak, but he made me really cry. That was also the first time I ever got a hug. Legally speaking, the teachers here aren't really allowed to do that sorta thing, but, like he says, most of us need hugs, and I know I sure did. Sure as fuck never got them before.”

“I guess I was lucky in that regard, I've said it before, and it's so true, my mom will never win parent of the year, but she does love me, and I love her too. She hugged me lots, told me that even though she's a fuckup, that she at least did one thing right, and that was to have me. I almost didn't survive, I was born too early, there were so many, almost too many complications, they warned her that there was almost no chance, and that's why she named me Chance, I had one chance at life, and she had one chance to finally do something right. Clearly I made it, but not without problems. Wearing diapers, of course, and in case you missed it, I'm incredibly small and young looking for my age. I still haven't even started puberty, and I might not without the doctors' help, I'm twelve, almost thirteen, but most think I'm eight.”

“Wow, you are lucky, a parent that loves you, too bad she's in jail I guess. Yeah, couldn't help but to notice just how small and young looking you are, but you're so fucking cute too.”

“Thanks, you are too. So, what's your story then?”

“Like I told you before, both my parents are in jail, triple homicide, life in prison, I was eight. Let's see. Before the age of eight, they were my parents, if you wish to call them that, but it'd be being far too kind. They gave birth to me, of course, but I was most certainly not wanted. I was beat every morning I woke up wet, I was beat every time I peed my pants, and of course I was beat every time I did anything wrong, and I never did anything right. When I was seven, I went to the doctors myself to find out why I couldn't hold my pee, they ran test after test, and of course they asked me about the bruises, but, like I said, I live in a rough neighborhood, and the kids often beat me up 'cause I wet my pants all the time.

“When the test results came back, I was so happy to see that I wasn't just lazy, I have a faulty control nerve in my bladder that doesn't always function properly, and certainly not while under stress. I showed my parents the results, they laughed in my face and asked who I had blown to get that. Well, honestly, I hadn't even thought of doing that, but I would've, and of course, I got beat for lying. After that, I stole some diapers, and that lasted a whole week before they realized that my bed wetting hadn't stopped, and that I was wearing diapers. Well, that was another beating. It was because of all the beatings that I turned to drinking to help drown out the nearly non stop pain, I stole virtually any alcohol I could find. Not sure if I was a full on drunk or not, but it was actually a lot easier to quit than I thought it would be, easier than some of the other things I hadta quit, that's for sure.

“To tell you the truth, I was so fucking happy the day my parents were arrested and I was put into foster care, I hated them, a lot. I'd managed to keep the doctors report about my bladder problems, so I showed it to the case worker, and made him promise that he'd put me in a home that'd allow me to wear diapers, and he did, only they didn't. They took my diapers, of course, but sold them, and I was made to wet like the animal I was, and if I dared to say a thing about it, my body would never be found. It was shortly after all this that I started really getting mean.

“Within that first year, I'd already been bounced around to four different homes, and then they found out I was gay. After that, it was horrible, no one would take me, and I was not even ten when I went to the group home. At least there I got diapers, the cheapest ones they could get, I'm sure they were billing for the good ones, but at least they helped somewhat. That was the first time I was diaper fucked, six of the bigger boys gang raped me, and they did so every night. That's when I really became a slut and started searching for love, I'd let anyone fuck me, I never took a penny for it, I didn't care about the money, I just wanted to be fucked. I was still getting it every night at the group home, some nights every boy there would use me, often times three at a time, and I both loved and hated it. They also supplied me with alcohol there, they'd usually make sure I was good and drunk, so that I didn't make a huge fuss. Then I was expelled for my final time and came here, and you know what, I wanted sex so bad, at the start, but then it started to fade away, and I haven't been fucked since. That was probably the hardest addiction that I hadta quit.”

“Wow, not sure I could go without sex.”

“I sure as hell didn't think so either, but, you know, like Peter says, sex isn't everything, it isn't life, we don't need it to survive, and it's much nicer to find someone to share love with than to just have raw and meaningless sex endlessly with strangers. It feels good, but it doesn't give us what we truly need.”

“I suppose there's possibly some truth to that, but I'm still not sure.”

“Yeah, you'll see. Let this place fill you with everything that Peter says we need, and soon you won't even think about it. Sure, I still jack off at least a few times a week, usually once a day, but I don't crave meaningless sex any more.”

“Good to know.” Chance laughed.

“Well, here's the games room, so let's play. Wanna play Mario Cart two player with me, I love that game.”

“Sure, but you'll haveta teach me, I've never done this before.”

“I hadn't either, but this is easy.”

For the rest of the night, until just before nine, the boys played happily. When Zayden admitted that he was getting tired, and that he desperately needed a super soggy baby bum change, because he has started leaking, Chance realized that so had he. He also realized that he had never gotten to wear a diaper so awesome that it would last so many hours, and still be so comfortable.

They headed to the change room together, Chance was told he could change first, and though Chance really wanted for Zayden to change him, and to change Zayden, he knew that was not allowed, and that Zayden would never think of disobeying that rule, so he never even suggested it.

Chance changed himself and is impressed at just how heavy his diaper is, noting that no diaper he had ever had the pleasure to wear before had held up near as well. Even though he did not want to, Chance got redressed, he would have happily walked to the dorm room in just his diaper, he did not care what the others thought of him, but, that too was not allowed.

When he exited, Zayden went in and changed himself as well, and was out only a few minutes later.

“I bet you don't have any pajamas, do you?”

“No, besides, I've never worn them, and I doubt I could.”

“I hadn't either, and you don't haveta wear them to bed, but for walking around the school, we haveta be fully dressed at all times, and we usually go for breakfast in our jammies. I usually leave mine in my locker in the change room, but I forgot I put them in the wash yesterday, so I don't have them. We should go get you some, and I haveta find mine in the laundry room.”

“Okay then. Are we at least allowed to walk around in our dorm room in just our diapers?”

“It's not strictly forbidden, but I know the others don't necessarily liketa see me like that.”

“Well, I'm sorry, but they're gonna haveta get used to it, I've never worn pajamas, I've always just worn my diapers at home. Being in foster care and group homes was really hard, because I was pretty badly verbally abused for doing that sorta thing.”

“It's up to you.” Zayden shrugged, but he truly does want to see Chance in nothing but his diaper too, and he wants to show himself off to Chance as well in just his soggy diapers.

They headed to the laundry room first, and Zayden found his pajamas, as well as the rest of the clothes that he had put in the day before. He took them all, and then took Chance to the clothes storage room again, this time for pajamas.

“Hmm, wonder if we're gonna even find pajamas small enough for you in here.”

“Peter said the same thing about clothes, but we found something that'd work just fine, so I imagine that jammies will be the same.”

“Yeah, but in the nearly two years I've been here, you're the smallest kid to ever come here, and I'm sure they only get clothes to fit the kids that are here.”

“Yeah, but he says these clothes were probably replaced from another kid who came here.”

“Yeah, they probably were, but how much you wanna bet he didn't come with pajamas. Honestly, almost no one comes here with anything at all.”

“Fair enough. Whatever, as long as it covers me up. How about just a robe, that should work fine, and it almost doesn't matter what size it is.”

“Good idea, let's look.”

They looked for a couple minutes, and then found one. It was certainly too big on Chance, it went right to the floor, but it was thick and soft and comfortable, and he smiled brightly and said it is his now. Zayden laughed and said that it looked huge on him, but super comfortable. Chance agreed.

Now that they are all set, they head to their dorm room to join the few others that stay every night to go to bed. The bedding is all kept in the dorm room, in a closet, and Zayden told Chance that there are also mattress protectors that everyone has to use, because, like he said, they are not the only ones who wet the bed, but the others only do so occasionally, and not all of them do at all, but all beds are to be protected for just such an emergency. Chance asked if there are any others that wear diapers to bed, and Zayden said not at this time, but that he knows there are a few others who stay at home that do.

Even though Chance did not think that he would be able to go to bed so early, he found that once he and Zayden got ready for bed, and they watched each other as they got undressed, that when he crawled into his freshly made bed, that it is so comfortable, and that he had had a very long and stressful day, that he almost instantly passed out. Chance had one of the longest and most pleasant sleeps that he ever recalls having in his life.