Mark Mellows Malcolm

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Written March 2015

Marcus, Mark to most, does not strictly have to work, he is a freelance writer and artist, and once or twice a month he goes into the local newspaper office and does some work for them to help them out when they are short handed. He had been wise with his money when he was younger, and now in his early thirties, he has a modest house in a nice neighborhood, a nice car that is inexpensive to operate, and always has enough money to buy himself whatever he wants. He is not all that big on material things though, so he does with surprisingly little. His car is not big or flashy, not even a sports car, it had cost him less than half what most people paid for a new car, because he always goes with the most basic models. His house is not big or flashy either, just a simple ranch style home, just on a nice lot, he had had it built for himself to meet his tastes, and about the only thing he actually splurged on was the indoor pool that was put into his basement.

He himself thinks of himself as more basic as well, not overly good looking, but not bad looking either, he is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor skinny, and neither white nor black. He often jokes that he is right in the middle of everything. His mother was half African and Chinese, his father was half European and Mexican. So yeah, he had a lot of mix in him, his skin is a light brown all year long, he just looks well tanned, he has almond shaped eyes, curly black hair, and pretty much everything of every race mixed together. About the only thing that he feels sets him apart from most is that he is probably too nice to everyone, never hates anyone, will help almost anyone for any reason, he is gay, and has to wear diapers.

Mark is in the office today, Friday, working on some proof reading that the chief editor needed done, when one of his co workers stopped at his cubicle. He tried to ignore her, because even though he hated no one, he really did not care for her very much. He always thought that she was incredibly over bearing and hard on everyone around her. Nothing anyone ever did was good enough for her, and he wondered how her poor husband managed to keep himself sane. He tried to tell her that he had a lot of work to do, but she would not leave. Finally he gave up on trying to work and asked her what was up.

“You once said that you were a bad bed wetter.”

“Um, yeah, what's that gotta do with anything Kelly?”

“Well, as you know, I'm a foster parent as well, and the boy I've got right now is a really bad bed wetter.”

“Okay, does he know you tell people this, it could be incredibly embarrassing to him.”

“Not half as much as it is for me. Buying diapers for a seven year old, it's shameful. Granted, I'm not buying him any, he's old enough to go without and not wet the bed.”

“Excuse me.” He said in shock.

“I know, right, having to buy diapers for a seven year old, it's highly embarrassing, that's why I won't.”

“I wasn't shocked that he has to wear diapers to bed, many kids do, I was shocked to hear how disgusted you are by it. What does it matter to you?”

“How did you stop, I need to get him to stop wetting the bed, but if I don't let him wear his diapers, which he came with, his bed gets so wet, it's gross. Some nights he still manages to leak and wet his bed anyway. I make him pee before bed, and he's not allowed anything to drink after five, but it never helps. This morning he even said that he peed last night when he was awake. I told him I'm not giving him diapers any more, especially if he's gonna do that, so I need to know how to stop it. Every kid I've had was dry by five at the oldest, he's way too old.”

“Um, what makes you think I stopped.”

“Excuse me?” She gasped.

“That's right, I still do, every night, I always have, and I always will. I have a medical issue. Did you ever stop to think that the poor kid has a medical issue as well, or did you just see a problem, a gross problem, and decide to eradicate it at all costs, no matter his feelings.”

“That's disgusting, how can you live with yourself.”

“Wow, you really are dense, aren't you. You know, I'd believe that you're the kind of person that'd happily tease others for being in a wheelchair. How'd you ever become a foster parent, clearly you're not fit.”

“How dare you. I came here to ask you how to stop a spoiled brat from wetting the bed, he's doing it on purpose, probably like you.” She spat out venomously.

“Kelly, I strongly suggest you sit down and listen to me right now.” Mark said in a dangerous whisper. Never before had he wanted to hit a person more than he did at that moment.

“Why should I?”

“Because the next two minutes or so determine what I tell the police. Now, sit.”

“Why would you tell the police anything?”

“Because, the way it sounds to me right now, you are abusing that boy, plain and simple. Now, sit.”

“I've never touched that child.”

“You really aren't very smart if you think that making a child feel absolutely horrible about himself because he wets the bed isn't abuse. I hate to tell you this, but at seven, a good portion of kids still wet the bed frequently, and there's nothing wrong with it.”

“Neither of my kids ever did.”

“Oh yes, your perfect kids. One of them, if I remember correctly, is fourteen and pregnant, and the other's sixteen and has already been in drug rehab twice. Trust me, they probably would've wet the bed if you weren't such a horrible parent and scarred the poor kids. Now, what have you told the poor boy, is he terrified of you as well?”

“Don't you lecture me, I'm a good mother.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I told that boy that wetting the bed's laziness and that he should be ashamed of himself, same as you. You're both just disgusting filthy animals. As soon as he arrived at my house, he had diapers with him, and I told him flat out that I wouldn't buy any such thing for him and that he was gonna learn to be dry, or else.”

“Or else what, you'd spank him?”

“Rub his nose in it, spank him, humiliate him, whatever it takes, worked on my kids, and they were only three.”

“So, in other words, scar them emotionally so bad that they do anything to escape you. Do drugs and go out and get fucked every night of the week. Sounds like an excellent teaching method. You truly are a horrible person, I never hate people, but you I really don't like at all, so, I feel absolutely no shame in doing what I feel that I have to do. As with all reporters, which technically I know I'm not, we always carry recording devices, this is also my personal cubicle where the sign at the entrance says that all conversations will be recorded, for when I'm doing interviews you see, well, you were just interviewed for my latest article, the cities worst mom and foster parent. I'm calling the police, and you're gonna stay here and wait for them to arrive.”

As he said this to her, her face just kept getting more and more red, and then she blew like a volcano. The rant that she had going shocked every last one of her co-workers, and someone else ended up calling the police, she was completely and totally mentally and verbally abusing Mark, and she probably would have hit him as well if he were not twice her size. Their boss, the chief editor of the paper had tried to intervene, but Mark shook his head no at him, smiling, he just kept smiling at Kelly, and the more she yelled, the more he smiled, which made her more and more mad. By the time she finished her rant, the police arrived, and just as she turned around to storm off, it was into the waiting arms of the police.

She screamed and yelled at them as well and boy did that go over well. Mark told them everything he knew, and offered to copy the entire conversation and rant to a CD for them for evidence, as well he took a picture of his cubicle where they were seated, including the sign at the entrance that says all conversations would be recorded, the police officers laughed at that, knowing that she had not one legal leg to stand on now, she cooked her own goose and would be going to jail.

As soon as she was led out in cuffs, the entire office cheered and congratulated Mark. No one there liked her in the least. Mark told his boss he only had a few minutes left to finish the article that he had been working on, but then he had to go right away. He said he understood, but of course he did not.

As soon as Mark left the office, he went right to the local children's services office and went and talked to his friend.

“Hey there Steve, how are you today?”

“Wish I could say good, but one of my foster parents was just arrested for child abuse.”

“Yeah, wish I could say that I was upset that I was the one to have her arrested.” He grinned.

“What, you know Kelly?”

“Yeah, she works at the newspaper office I often help out at.”

“Oh, I didn't know which one she worked at. What happened?”

Mark told him the entire story, even let him listen to the conversation, he was her boss there as well.

“Wow, I never liked her, but we never got any actual complaints, now I know why, the poor kids were scared shitless of her. That sucks though, she was the last home left for the poor boy. His name's Malcolm, and he's such a bad bed wetter, reminds me of you when you were a kid.”

The two of them had grown up in foster care together, so they knew each other well.

“Yeah, well, you know it never stopped, just learned to manage it better. Why'd you put him with her then?”

“She claimed to have a good success rate with getting kids dry. Yeah, never knew she brutalized the poor kids. I'm gonna have to go do several interviews now to find out just how many kids she abused like that, and I guarantee that when I give the police my report, she won't be getting out of jail.”

“Good. I never want a child to go through what I did before we ended up at Teri's. There she at least made me feel normal and not like an animal.”

They had both gone to the same house, not at the same time, but pretty close together, they had both been eleven at the time, and they had stayed there, loving their lives there until they both aged out at eighteen. They are both still in contact with her.

“Know how you feel. I never had it as bad as you did wetting the bed, but it was bad enough for me, at least I stopped though.”

“Yeah, most are lucky that way, I wasn't. I wanna take Malcolm in, he needs to know he's not an animal or a freak, I wanna ensure he doesn't end up like I almost did.”

“You're still listed as emergency foster care, so I can do that. There's more you need to know though.”

“Good, and if it works out, I might be willing to adopt him. I'm getting to the point where I think I'd like to settle down anyway. What else is there to know?”

“Well, he's really high strung, has a wicked temper, swears like a trucker, and we're pretty sure he's gay.”

“Good grief, what kinda situation was he in before foster care to make him like that, and how could you think he's gay, he's only seven.”

“Extremely abusive drunk mother. She's in jail now, then I go and put him with another woman just like her, the poor boy's probably a wreck now. As for why we think he's gay, well, in his previous home, he was only there for two weeks, he was caught fucking himself with a toy, and then a couple days later he was caught sucking a six year old boy there as well. The parents asked for him to be moved. It was bad enough catching him fucking himself like that, but sucking another boy, well, she nearly died, he broke the boys up, and called me. At least it sounds as if it were mutual, neither of them forced the other, but they were worried about their own son. He's only four, so they didn't want him molesting him or something.”

“Wow, okay. Well, you know I have no problems with him being gay.”

“I know, but the problem is, it wasn't exactly a small toy, how will you handle it if he throws himself at you?”

“Same as I did the last few that did so. Offer to buy them the toys they want and need, and offer to help them find boyfriends of their own. Always works just fine, they never love me like that, just want release and to be fucked, but who doesn't really, he'll be no different, just a lot younger. At least most of the kids are in their teens when you send them to me, but if this works out, I might adopt him, like I said, he's young and needs my help.”

“Yeah, well, Mikey, he was fourteen I think it was, and I was worried for you with him. He was a right little hottie, at least to you, I know his looks are what you like, but you managed him just fine, and he's still doing very well.”

“I know, he calls and comes over all the time. His boyfriend's hot too, and they both love their diapers together still.”

“Glad to hear it. When he came to you, he was a wreck, and I was worried that he was gonna snap, but in only a month you had him turned right around, found him a diaper loving boyfriend, and he now has a job and a good life.”

“Yeah, well, treat boys like they're normal, no matter their desires, and it's amazing what can happen. Why didn't you ask me to take Malcolm?”

“He's so young.”

“So, I never told you I had an age limit.”

“True, but I knew he was gonna be a long haul case, and you usually like the ones that are quick and easy. He's not gonna be either.”

“That's good too. Make it happen. Where's he now?”

“He's on his way here now as we speak. I was gonna take him to a group home. I didn't wanna, but it was the only choice I had left.”

“Except me. You know how I feel about the gay bed wetters, you still shoulda called me.”

“Yeah, I know, but I never thought of you for him, because he's so young.”

The two of them sat there chatting more until Malcolm was there. Mark was asked to leave, while Steve talked to Malcolm for a few minutes, and when they exited, Malcolm looked both scared and relieved. Mark was given all of Malcolm's belongings and they went and hopped in his car.

“I know you're probably scared and nervous Malcolm, but you have no reason to be, don't worry, okay. We'll talk more when we got to my place, your new home, hopefully for a long time.”

He said nothing, just stared at Mark, but he did nod his head in understanding. The drive was quiet, and when they arrived, Mark took all of Malcolm's stuff to his new bedroom, showing the scared boy where he got to stay. It is a very nice bedroom, large and bright, a queen sized bed, large dresser, private bathroom, good size closet, hardwood floors and nicely painted walls.

“Okay young man, we need to go sit and have a serious chat. I want you to know though, there's absolutely nothing that you can tell me that'll shock me or make we wanna give you up. I knew Kelly from work, she's a real piece of work, and I'm the one to have gotten her arrested. What she said made me sick, so I went and asked for you by name, so that I could help you out.”

Malcolm still said nothing. They went and sat down on the couch, Mark situating Malcolm so that his back was to the arm rest, sitting cross legged, and then he went and sat at the other end, positioned the same way, so that they could talk and look at each other as they did so.

“Okay, I'm gonna get right to the heart of the matter. You're a bed wetter, you need diapers for bed, there, that's out in the open, and I also know that you like to play with your bum and suck other boys' penises, there, and now that's out in the open as well, you have nothing to fear here at all. Now, so that you know, I'm also gay, I love only boys, and I wear diapers all day every day. I was a bed wetter as well, only it'll never stop, and I have day time issues as well, so I wear diapers to handle that more easily. There, now that's in the open too. So, as you heard, you have nothing at all to be ashamed about in this house, for here we are alike.”

“Really.” He whispered.

“Really. Here, see.” He said, and then stripped down to his diaper. “When I'm at home, this is how I'm most comfortable, so you'll have to get used to seeing me in just my diapers. Now, how do you feel?”

“All mixed up, I feel like shit actually.”

“I can understand that. You had a hard life, your mother was incredibly abusive to you, and then in foster care you end up with someone almost as bad. You were constantly told you were bad or dirty or disgusting, you were probably told all sorts of things that aren't anywhere near right, to the point now that you probably think they're right, but I want you to know right now, they're wrong. You....are....not.....bad,” He said, emphasizing himself very clearly. “You're not disgusting, you're not a filthy animal, you're a beautiful gay baby boy who just happens to need diapers for bed.

“There's nothing in any way wrong with that. I grew up the same way, I was in foster care my whole life, my parents abused me horribly, I got it almost as bad in foster care, 'til I was eleven in fact, and then I got a really great family who treated me normal, found out what the problem was, and what I had to do to manage it. I'll be taking you to the doctors to find out why you wet the bed, to see if there's any reason for it, and if you have hope that you'll stop. Most children in your shoes stop on their own, it varies depending on circumstances, but they eventually do, I was told I never would. Would you like that?”

“I don't know. No one's ever asked me what I wanted before.”

“I know, and that's really horrible. You're seven, not two, your opinion does count for something as well, and you should've been asked what you wanted as well. Just like Kelly and taking away your diapers, she should've asked if that's what you wanted, and if it was, then okay, that's fine, but to take them away when you weren't ready, that's abuse.”

“What if I just wanted them?”

“Then that's fine as well. So, tell me, are you a diaper lover as well? Have you ever worn, or dreamed of wearing your diapers during the day?”

“I haven't worn diapers since I was three probably, I wear Pullups now.”

“Same difference. They still hold your pee, so they do the exact same job, a pullup is just a pullup diaper. Now, answer the question.”

“I suppose so. Yeah, I've dreamed of wearing them during the day, but I never have, 'cause all the families always pay attention to how many I use. I have problems during the day though, and some days I really think I do need them during the day too. I wet my pants all the time, and even more where I just barely make it to the bathroom. Even if I wake up in the night to go pee, by the time I climb out of bed, it's too late. I tried telling Kelly that, that the other night I woke up and I ended up peeing in my pullup because I couldn't make it. She yelled and screamed at me, calling me lazy, saying how I woke up and just peed in my pullup like a baby. She never listened to what I said, I tried telling her that, that I didn't do it on purpose, that by the time I got up, it was too late and I peed anyway. She hit me when I called her a useless stupid fucking bitch who can't even listen to a kid. She yelled at me for so long it wasn't even funny, so I yelled back at her.”

“I know how you feel, I had the same problems when I was your age. As for you yelling and swearing at her, you weren't wrong to yell and swear at her, but you could've handled it much better. Like today, while she was yelling at me, all I did was smile at her, it drove her nuts. People like her, all they want is to cause you to hate them, it gives them power, they love conflict, they love yelling, they love power. Well, I made sure she has no power left. As for yelling and swearing in general, I don't accept it in any way. I do neither, and in this house I ask that you do neither as well. I'll never hit or spank you, I'll never yell at you or swear at you, I'll never treat you as anything other than a person who has their own thoughts and feelings, and I expect the same in return.

“If, however, that rule isn't followed, we'll work out a punishment between us that we can both agree on. I understand that you're hurting inside from all that you've gone through, I understand that better than anyone else you could possibly hope to meet. I lived through it for longer than you, and it took me years and years to learn how to cope with it. Because of that though, it taught me many things, and they'll have taught you things as well. Sadly, many of those things were bad, I want you to throw away that bad stuff, get rid of it, it's gonna do you absolutely no good, and take the good things it taught you and let it shape you into a fine young man.”

“What good, it was all bad?” He asked in shock.

“With all bad there is some good as well. It caused you to be tough, you had to be to withstand that sort of abuse, keep that, it's good, it caused you to not trust people, because people hurt you, get rid of that, not everyone is out there to hurt you. It caused you to be bold, keep that, it actually helps in life to stand up for yourself and defend your beliefs, but it also caused you to eventually crumble, because no one can take that for long, so get rid of that, you'll never crumble again. It caused you to seek shelter in your own mind, I know, because that's exactly what happened to me, that's good, your imagination's wonderful, but it also caused incredible sadness and grief, get rid of them, they're useless emotions. It also caused incredible anger, that too needs to be gone.

“I know, right now you think that your bad emotions are the only things holding you together, but I assure you, they're not. What they are doing though, is holding you down, preventing you from seeing that even you can be happy. You can be happy, if you want to be. No, we can't forget the past, and we should never try to, it defines who we are, but get rid of the bad and keep the good, remember the past, let it help to shape your future into something great, but don't let it control you with fear, and you can be happy.”

“How though, I don't even know how to be happy?”

“I know. It'll be tough, but I promise that together we'll help get you all healed. Now, you have a couple choices to make. First and foremost, you are in fact a bed wetter, that much we know. Do you want diapers, yes or no?”

“Yes please.”

“Good. There'll always be a mattress protector on your bed in case of leaks and whatnot, so don't feel bad if it happens, it happens to me at least a couple times a month still. Next, would you prefer pullup diapers, like you're used to, or would you prefer nice thick thirsty tape on ones? Before you answer that though, I can assure you that they're far more comfortable and hold a lot more, so leaks will be far fewer.”

“Could I maybe try them and see what they're like?”

“Absolutely, and a wise choice I might add. Would you like for me to teach you how to diaper yourself over your underwear, or would you like me to change your diapers for you?”

“I don't know. Maybe you should teach me, but maybe I'd like you to diaper me as well.”

“Good choice. Would you like to wear your diapers only at night, occasionally during the day when you want, or all day every day, until you decide otherwise?”

“You'd really let me wear all day if I wanted to?”

“Absolutely. You said it yourself, you really do sorta need diapers anyway, this way you have the choice to do so when you think you need it, or all the time if you think you need it.”

“Could I try it for a few days?”

“Of course. I know you're in grade two right now, and that you're supposed to be there, but, for the next week or two, I'm gonna keep you home with me and we're gonna try and work things out for you so that we can get you happier, so why not take the next week and wear all day and see if it's what you want.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do. I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't. We have the exact same problem. I could be dry during the day if I tried hard enough, but it's gotten to the point I just don't care to try any more, why bother, I still wet my pants anyway, no matter how hard I try. From what you've said, you're the same. We'll get you into the doctors to find out the reasoning for it, of course, to see if there's something that can be done, unless you'd rather just wear diapers. The choice is yours.”

“You mean you'd just let me wear diapers for no reason at all?”

“Sure, why not. I've known full on diaper lovers, dozens over the years in fact, they had no medical need to wear diapers at all, yet they did, and that's fine too. You clearly have a reason, but if you don't care to find out, then that's how it'll stay.”

“Wow, I never knew anyone would just love diapers for no reason.”

“Oh, everyone has a reason for loving diapers, just they may not be a medical reason. I love them because I have to wear them and they keep me clean and dry and comfortable, but, I also love them for their convenience, and even if I got control tomorrow, I'd never give up my diapers now, not ever.”

“Cool.”

“Now, the foster parents felt that you might turn out gay, but since I've met you, I have a sneaking suspicion that it's not might turn out gay, but are gay. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Good, you'll make a cute boyfriend to some lucky boy some day. Normally, when I take boys like you in, I help them to find a boyfriend, but at seven, I think you might be a touch young for that.”

“You've helped other gay boys like me before?”

“Sure have, I take the gay diaper lovers and help them to get back on their feet again. Usually they only stay for a few months or so.”

“Oh, I'll have to leave in a few months.”

“No, you I have special plans for, if we work out well together.”

“What.”

“I'm not gonna tell you that yet, because I don't wanna get your hopes up too much, okay. For now you get to live here with me for as long as you want, and I'll help you to grow and love.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

“Now, as I was saying, you're gay, and clearly you enjoy playing with your bum. How much can you take inside yourself, and for how long have you been playing like that. Also, can you tell me how and when it started, how'd you learn something like that at such a young age?”

“Oh, well, I was five, and a boy that I lived with at the time, but I won't tell you who, he was thirteen, and he liked me, liked to come to my bedroom at night, he loved that I was wearing Pullups, he'd stroke me through my soggy pullup, and he made me cum. Then one day he stuck his hand up the back of my pullup and started tickling my bum, at the same time he pulled down the front and sucked me in. It felt so amazing, I came real hard, and as I was cumming, he slipped his middle finger inside me. He made me cum three more times, and by then he had three fingers in me, it felt so amazing.

“We did that for a long time, and then, one day, the parents asked him to watch me while they went out. He asked me to put on one of my diapers and wet it, so I did, and then he taught me all about fucking. Once I was nice and soggy, he pulled down the front and sucked me and fingered me again, and then he bent me over the edge of the bed, poked a hole in the back of it, and then stuck his dick in me and fucked me. He even came and pissed in me, told me that he was marking his territory, told me all about piss fucking, how good it felt, but I already knew, it felt so good, I never wanted it to end.

“From that day on, every time we had a chance, he piss fucked me. We couldn't be going through my Pullups that fast though, or we'd get in trouble, so he usually just pulled it down in the back and fucked me. We were lucky we never got caught, but he ended up moving back in with his dad, who'd moved up north to work, and I've missed him ever since.”

“Very nice, I'm glad you had such a nice experience. How much can you take inside yourself now?”

“You're not upset, you're not gonna demand his name to get him in trouble?”

“Of course not, why would I. It sounds as if it were totally mutual, and even though he was older than you, I see no issues with that at all.”

“Wow, thanks. I can put my whole hand inside me if I work at it for long enough.”

“Fist fucking, impressive, and only seven. I wasn't able to take my first fist 'til I was fourteen, and he was twelve.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, hurt like hell the first time I must say, but fuck did it ever feel good too.”

“Tell me about it. Did you ever fist yourself?”

“After the first time, I worked myself long and hard to be able to do so, and I often did so.”

“Sweet. And did you, you know, suck your own dick as you were doing so, I can?”

“Now that's totally hot. No, I was never able to, but you can be assured that had I been able to, I probably never would've left my room.” Mark had to laugh.

“Yeah, but eventually I get hungry and sore.”

“I bet. So, would you like any toys of the sexual nature then?”

“You'd buy me things like that?”

“Sure, every boy that's come through my door's left with a couple prime gay baby toys.”

“Wicked. I don't know what's available, so could you get me something you think I'd like?”

“Certainly. I'll get you the premium selection then. However, and I've told every boy this, no one must ever know where and how you got them. I'd probably get in supreme shit if anyone ever knew where you got them from. I'm a firm believer in getting boys the things they need to keep themselves well drained though, and really, who doesn't like playing.”

“Okay, I promise, no one will ever find out from me.”

“Thanks. Now, is there anything else that you might want or need?”

“Like what?”

“Well, are you a baby, so do you want baby clothes, baby bottles, things like that. Almost anything else you could ask for I'd likely be happy to get for you as well.”

“Oh, no, I don't think so, but, maybe some diaper shirts though.”

“Good choice. I would've bought you a few anyway, so that your diapers don't show too much, it's what I wear all the time when I leave the house.”

“I know, I saw when you stripped, which is why I thought of it.”

“Good. Now, you'll easily fit the Pampers size seven, would you like those, or something more plain like mine?”

“Could I try both please?”

“Certainly. Now, at seven you're a bit on the young side to be staying home alone, so, how'd you feel about going diaper shopping?”

“I don't mind, I've always been there when the foster parents bought my Pullups anyway.” He shrugged.

“Good. I never cared either. If people wanna make fun of me, it only hurts them more in the end anyway. Before we go, do you have any more of your diapers left?”

“Only one.”

“If you'd like, feel free to grab it and put it on. We're gonna be shopping, since I need to anyway, and having to find a bathroom every hour or less can get rather maddening.”

“Um yeah, tell me about it.” Malcolm said, then grabbed his bag and dug through it.

As soon as Malcolm found his last diaper, and it was the cheapest of the cheap store brand version of the Goodnites, so even more useless than a Goodnite, he stood up. Once he had it in hand, he stripped off his pants and heavily yellowed plain white briefs and stepped into his diaper. He pulled it up, and then put his pants back on, without his underwear.

“I'm glad you're not shy.”

“Why would I be, we're both boys and we're both gay anyway, I don't mind.” He shrugged again.

“And you shouldn't either. It was a positive comment, not a negative statement.”

“Oh, okay.”

Mark knew why Malcolm had acted that way, to him, everything everyone said to him was a negative, and Mark knew that he was going to have to work on that the most with Malcolm. They put on their shoes and headed out right away. Mark pointed them to the store where he bought his diapers, as well he had bought a few boys their diapers from there before as well. When they arrived, they both went in.

“Now, here's the diapers in your size. You can chose thinner daytime and ultra thick night time. Which would you rather?”

“Could I get both?”

“Okay, but you'll have to grab one of them.”

Malcolm grinned and grabbed the largest pack of the ultra thick night time ones, Mark grabbed the same in the thinner daytime. They went and dropped them at the counter and then went in search of diaper rash cream, lotion, and wipes, so that Malcolm had his own. They found them, but Malcolm did not like the smell, said he would rather get the nice smelling stuff that babies used. Mark asked if he was sure about that, because others may smell it and tease him more, but Malcolm was adamant, and Mark grinned. He liked the baby smelling stuff as well.

As soon as they were all paid up, they headed to the grocery store next. When they arrived, they grabbed a buggy and went in search of everything that they would be needing. When they reached the diaper aisle, Malcolm grabbed the pack of pampers himself and dropped them in the cart, and then went and found the lotion and cream, and then was eyeing the baby powder, so Mark nodded yes and he happily added it to the cart as well. Even though he is skinny, Malcolm is quite tall for his age, so none of the baby diaper shirts in the store would fit him, so Mark would have to get those later.

Mark was happy that Malcolm never once asked for any sort of candy or other treats, because he never had them in the house, and he would not buy them either. They finished up their shopping and went to the tills and paid for it all and then headed out. Malcolm never once acted at all embarrassed about the Pampers in the cart, even though everyone could tell they would be for him, or at least they would probably guess they were. Once everything was loaded into the car, they headed out again.

Their next stop was a clothing store that Mark knew would carry diaper shirts to fit Malcolm. Once more, he had been to this store to buy diaper shirts for a few boys now, as well he got his there too. He only grabbed two plain white ones for now, just in case Malcolm decided against wearing diapers, but he knew that they would be back to get more. It would take at most two days before Malcolm decided once and for all that he was in fact a full on diaper lover and that he never wanted to be out of diapers again. They were all the same in that regard.

While at the clothing store, Mark told Malcolm that they should pick out a few more clothes for him as well, since they were there anyway, because the clothes that Malcolm had were pretty much garbage. Malcolm was very much okay with this, and happily picked out two good full outfits, as well as a couple packs of socks. He never even suggested underwear.

By the time they were finished there, they were both getting really hungry, and Mark did not feel like going home and cooking, but he despised fast food as well, so they hit a local diner that was nearby that served really good food. They went in and sat down.

“Now, what would you like to drink, except pop, I don't drink pop, and you won't either while living with me.”

“Oh, rarely get it anyway, but why?”

“It's insanely bad for you, and the diet stuff is the worst out of all of them in my opinion.”

“Okay. I like tea, could I have that?”

“Sure, that's what I like as well.”

Mark ordered them both a pot of tea, and then they looked through the menu to decide on what they wanted. Malcolm asked if he was allowed fries, and Mark told him that if it was a rare treat, then okay, but salad or something else would be better. Malcolm asked if he could have a burger, and he was told that was okay, but preferably with a salad. They both placed their orders, and Malcolm did choose a burger with a salad, and Mike went with a clubhouse and a salad as well. They were sipping their tea, chatting, learning about each other when their meals arrived, and then they ate heartily.

“Wow, that was really good. Thanks.”

“You're welcome. So, how's your diaper?” Mark asked softly, so that no one else would hear.

“Getting pretty soggy I think, I probably need to change real soon.”

“That's about what I thought. Let's get going and get you into a real diaper.”

“Okay.” He said brightly, probably the most excited Mark had ever seen him, hell, probably the most excited he had ever been.

Mark paid their bill and then they headed out and made it home a few minutes later. As soon as they got there, they both unloaded the car and took it in, and then, as soon as it was, Malcolm started stripping off his clothes. He did not stop until he was totally naked, his wet diaper also thrown down. His proud little erection was pulsing away madly.

“It seems baby is happy to be getting his diapers.” Mark had to laugh.

“Yeah, that's not bad, is it?”

“Of course it isn't. I told you that earlier. Listen, the only things that are bad are purposely doing harm to others, and as long as it does no harm to anyone, yourself included, then it's not bad.”

“Oh, okay, thanks. Can you diaper me now?”

“Certainly, which ones would you like to try first?”

“Can I try the Pampers please?”

“Okay. Go ahead and lay down Baby.”

Malcolm laid down right away, right in the middle of the living room floor, and Mark proceeded to grab everything that he needed. He wiped Malcolm first, getting him nice and clean, and when he was, Mark slipped a diaper under him. He then proceeded to lotion, cream, and then powder Malcolm heavily, so that he could really enjoy it, and then pulled up and taped close the nice baby diaper.

“There you go Baby, you look cute like that. They actually fit you quite well, but then, you are pretty skinny still. If possible, I think you actually look much better like this. You're very good looking.”

“I'm not good looking.” Malcolm whispered.

“Sure you are. You're quite tall for your age, you have nice light brown hair, but whomever cut it last did you no favors hacking it so short like that, you need to let it grow out some and style it properly. You have really bright eyes, they're a really nice colour brown, and nice long eyelashes. You have a cute little button nose with lots of cute freckles on it. You have nice deep dimples when you smile. You have really nice soft looking skin. Your teeth are nice and straight and white. Even the rest of your body is really nice. You're tall, but you're not lanky, you're well proportioned in that regard. You're a bit skinny, but that's probably because you never eat enough and or get enough exercise. Granted, you don't need to add any weight, you just need to fill out more, and exercising will help with that. No, you're pretty cute, and you'll turn into a hot young man soon enough, and all the boys will be throwing themselves at you, even the straight ones.” Mark laughed.

Malcolm did not know what to say to all this. He looked aghast at the idea that he might be good looking.

“Look, I know how you feel. You need to learn to say thank you to a compliment. Now, say thank you. Look at me in the eye, don't look down or act all embarrassed, and say thank you nice and clearly.”

“Thank you.” He said, though it came out as barely a squeak.

“Not bad for your first time, but try again, this time don't be so afraid.”

They went through this a few more times until Malcolm sounded far more confident.

“There, that's better. We'll work on that as often as we can. I know it's hard, trust me, I do, I had to learn all this on my own, and far too late in life.”

“Okay. You can strip down to your diaper now, if you want to of course.”

“Okay, and I need to go change as well.”

“Can I change you?”

“Sorry, no, you can't. If you don't understand the reasoning for that, you will in a few years, but it's just not allowed, okay.”

“Oh, okay.” He said dejectedly.

“I know, you just wanna pay me back for diapering you, and maybe you even wanna see me naked, actually more than likely that's the vast majority of the reasoning, but it's partially that that's the reason you can't.”

“Yeah, it kinda is.”

“You'll get to see me naked, don't worry. In this house we have no shame, no secrets, and absolutely no modesty. One thing you haven't seen yet is the pool, and in my pool there's no clothes allowed.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now, if you'll excuse me. Why don't you go ahead and take all your things to your bedroom.”

“Oh, okay.”

Mark went and stripped off all his clothes and then changed his diaper, for he too is well wet, and when he was done, he went and started putting all the groceries away. Malcolm came and joined him and helped a few minutes later.

“So, what time do you like to go to bed?”

“I don't know, what time do you want me to go to bed? No one's ever asked me before, they just tell me to go to bed, they like to be alone, without me, so it's usually pretty early.”

“What time do you think's a good bedtime?”

“I'm usually in bed for seven, but I'm not usually tired by then. Could we try eight?”

“Eight it is then. If you think it needs to be earlier, then you go earlier, if you think it needs to be later, you go later, however, once I get you back into school, there'll be none of this crying and whining, moaning and groaning about getting up. If I start seeing that, then I will impose a strict bedtime, and you will abide by it. You'll learn, around here, that your actions have consequences, so choose wisely. We'll always talk things over, and you get to choose how we do most things.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. How else can you grow to be your own person. No one needs another mindless puppet.”

The two of them finished up and then headed to the living room to sit back and relax for the rest of the evening. They watched TV, and at seven thirty Malcolm started to yawn.

“I'm getting kinda tired, I think I'm gonna go to bed now.”

“Good idea. Would you like me to come teach you how to change your diaper?”

“I think I'd rather you just changed me.”

“Okay, but, over the next few days, I'll teach you how to change yourself as well, because I won't always be around. I'll teach you how to do so while laying and standing, but tonight I'll just change you, okay.”

“Okay, thanks.”

They headed to Malcolm's bedroom and Malcolm laid down on his bed. Mark grabbed all the diaper change items and came back and proceeded to change the cute young boy. Once more Malcolm is hard, but Mark could hardly blame the little boy for that, and he teased Malcolm for it as well, telling him that he was going to have to take care of his diaper monster after he left the room. Malcolm giggled, saying, “Yeah right, monster, but I'm gonna, after I'm wet.” Mark just grinned, he now knew that the diapers and diaper shirts were not going to go to waste at all, because Malcolm is now a total diaper lover. As soon as Malcolm was taped up, he grunted and sighed, and wet his diaper a little.

“You saved a little to warm up your diaper right away.”

“Yeah, I knew my other diaper wasn't gonna hold it anyway, and I only had to hold on for fifteen minutes. That's not bad is it?”

“What did I tell you about that earlier?”

“That as long as I wasn't hurting anyone, including myself, then anything I like isn't bad.”

“Exactly. I told you that several times today, and I'll tell you hundreds of times more in the near future. Don't worry, you're not bad for what you desire, and if that's wet diapers, then that's great.”

“Thanks.”

“You're very welcome. Now, spin around so that I can tuck you in.”

Malcolm did so right away and then Mark pulled up the covers and tucked them under Malcolm's chin. He then bent down and gave Malcolm a tender kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight, you have a good sleep, and just remember, if you play with yourself, don't pass out before re-positioning your little cocklett, that way your diaper catches the pee instead of your bed.”

“You kissed me.” Malcolm said wide eyed, not worried about the rest.

“Yeah, of course. Everyone deserves a kiss goodnight.”

“I've never had that.”

“I know, and that's too bad. I'll do that every night for you. Now, remember, point yourself down so you don't leak.”

“I know.” He grinned brightly.

Most boys, of course, learn that anyway, if they have to wear diapers that is, but it is always good to remind them.

As soon as Mark left the room, after shutting off the light and closing the door, Malcolm did do just what he said he was going to do. He pushed down his covers and started rubbing himself through his lightly wet pampers. He is still so very hard, having Mark rub the lotion and cream into his groin had almost been too much, he is as hot and horny as a seven year old can possibly be, and five seconds of rubbing is all it took for him to have his first cum of the night.

He did not stop though, Malcolm just kept right on rubbing himself until he came three more times, not stopping even once to catch his breath. The entire session took only five minutes. Finally his little dick went soft, and he sighed deeply. He reached inside his diaper, pushed his tiny soft little dick down, and made sure that his diaper was still good. Once he was certain that he was not going to leak throughout the night, Malcolm covered himself back up and went to sleep, a soft smile on his lips as he did so, possibly one of the very first times he had ever fallen asleep truly happy.

After getting Malcolm into bed, Mark had grabbed his computer and went online. He went right to the sex toy website that he liked the best and chose a few things for Malcolm. He knew that, technically speaking, Malcolm is too young for these sorts of toys, but he also knows that it is what Malcolm wants and needs. He had been introduced to sex early, and now he craves it as much as any adult does. Why should he not though. He picked out a fairly small vibrating dildo, penis shaped, not just a simple dildo, why would he get anything else for a gay boy. He knows that the thing that Malcolm wants most is another real dick, so he wanted to get the boy the next closest thing.

He also picked out the same butt plug that he himself likes, just in a smaller size for Malcolm's smaller size. It too vibrates, and it is not just a simple cone shape, it is made for a gay boy to truly enjoy. He then picked the smallest vibrating cock ring they had, and though he knew that it would still be a bit large on the little boy, he knew that it would still feel very good.

Then to top off the order, he got three different types of lube for Malcolm to enjoy. He got him the largest tub of the standard lube, for regular use, but he also got a good sized one of the warming, and another of the same size in the tingling one, just because both felt amazing. He paid for express delivery on the order, so it would likely be there the day after tomorrow.

He then went to another site that he frequents. This one for diaper lover products. He picked out a dozen of the cutest and most babyish diaper shirts he could find in Malcolm's size, two really adorable footed sleepers with bum flap, a pair of snap crotch shortalls in denim, half a dozen pairs of ultra thick and durable plastic pants, and even a super thick cloth diaper. He got one of their soothers and bottles as well, and then paid for that with express delivery too.

Malcolm had said no to the baby accessories, but his eyes had said yes. Mark felt that Malcolm would probably enjoy all this very much, but he had still been too afraid to admit it. Plus Mark thought that Malcolm would be incredibly cute in the baby clothes. He did not buy much though, just enough.

Once Mark was tired, he too headed to bed, changed his diaper, wet it a little, and then he too proceeded to rub himself, but only to a pair of orgasms, adding just a touch more wetness to the inside of his diaper. He too made sure his diaper was good, and then curled up and went to sleep as well.