Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2016 12:18:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Eric Hen Subject: Eulogy to the Man I Loved Eulogy to the man I loved ****As the title suggests, much of this story is lived in the past, being spoken about by the loved boy. While this story is about man boy diaper love, it has no real sex scenes in it, just hinting at indirectly. It is a love story about a love gone wrong. As always, the choice to read this story is up to you and you alone, I have warned you about what it involves, the rest is your choice. Should you wish to do so, email me at erich5748 at ymail.com. Please remember that Nifty is a free service and does need our donations, do what you can to support them. I hope that you enjoy, and maybe even shed a tear or two, because I sure did.**** How does one say goodbye to the one he loves beyond all others. It is truly hard, but I have already done so, now today is the day I get to tell the world how and why. I am getting dressed into my finest suit, I bought it just for this purpose. I look sharp, a well tailored pin striped suit, showing off my tall lean twenty six year old body, my long blond hair tied back, showing off the face that my man had always told me was the most beautiful that he had ever seen, or would likely ever see again. I have less than half an hour until the start of the services, so I have to hurry. I hop in my car and drive to the funeral home where I am holding his service. Neither of us ever wanted or cared to step foot in a church, hence the reason for doing this where we are. A few people get up before me to say their piece, but all are expectantly awaiting for my turn, I know it, for I knew him longest and best, and was there for him through the worst part of his life. Finally my name was called, and I got up and strode happily to the front. I stood at the front, behind the podium, looking out to the scant few faces staring at me. Most of them I know, have known a good portion of my life, they know my story, though they do not know it as well as they are about to. "The stories always say that hero's don't die. I know this to be false. True hero's, they fall all too often, and when they do, it leaves many feeling absolutely crushed. The day I found my beautiful George laying in his bed, asleep for eternity, I cried. But he deserved to finally get to rest, he led a hard life. I was crushed, I cried, I kissed his forehead, and then I called it in. "Many of you know who I am, most of you I guess, you all know the story of George and I, and you did know it to be true, it was true. I was his beloved baby boy, he was my beloved baby daddy. We did make love so tenderly, we diapered each other and made sweet tender love to each other. "The day we were busted, though thankfully they never actually caught us making love, I was crushed. They hauled George off to jail, I was hauled to group home, and then they proceeded to torture us endlessly. I would not budge though, I wouldn't give them what they wanted, I refused to tattle, I refused to bow down. They tortured me though, man did they ever torture me. I refused to allow them to do the rape kit on me, so, what'd they do, got a judge to mandate it, and they did it. "I screamed at them, I swore at them, I told them that if they touched me in any way, they'd be raping me. Four male doctors backed off, knowing that I could make their lives a living hell. But then the bitch came in, jabbed me in the arm with a needle with something that calmed me right down, and told me that I was being a rotten little brat and told me to shut up, then proceeded to do the rape kit. Of course, by then it was at least two weeks since George had made love to me, so there was nothing left of him in me, and therefore they could not pin him with anything. "I tried taking it to court, I tried charging that nurse with rape, I tried charging everyone involved with mental abuse, but the judge just laughed at me and called me a stupid kid who didn't know anything. I was so pissed off. George was let out of jail though, and that was all that mattered. "As much as I wanted to go back and live with him, he told me that we simply couldn't, that they'd be watching, and that the next time, they'd catch us in the act, and I knew he was right, they wanted nothing more than to put him in jail, they didn't care about me. Put a child molester behind bars, now that gets officials re-elected, and police chiefs and social workers raises. They were all against me and George, and we knew it. "No matter what I said, they never believed that George and I hadn't been having sex. Even the doctors report after the rape kit said that I'd clearly been having lots of sex, and more than likely with adults as well, considering how my hole looked. Yeah, well I was always quite popular with the other gay boys anyway, so what could they say, and every one of my friends said the same thing too. "Even every boy that George had ever had said the same thing, that he had never touched them, never made them feel bad in any way, even though they tried so hard to pin something on him, none of us would betray the man who had saved us. We're all here today, many of us have the same story, we all love him just as much, yet I was with him for the longest. Like all of you, he told us right from the start that he was a boy lover, and that once we were about fourteen, that he'd stop loving us in a physical way, and that we'd all likely move from needing a man to love us and desire someone our own age. We all denied it, that we'd always want sex from him, but you know what, he was right. Once I was well into puberty and finally becoming who I am today, I started looking for sex with George less and less, and looking for a boyfriend my own age more and more. "We talked about this long and hard, he always told me to go where my heart belongs, that we'd always love each other, but that eventually the sex would disappear for us. I never wanted to face that truth, but he was right, but then, he was always so right about everything. "I was almost fourteen when we were caught, and we had to give up all that we shared, I was forced to go to a group home where I wasn't wanted or loved, only kept for the money I made, and I was never given anything that I needed. I needed diapers, even the doctors reports said I had a failing bladder, that I'd forever need them, that surgery was an option once I finished growing, and that until such time, I'd have to wear catheters or diapers. I chose diapers, but no one wanted to give them to me. Diapers are expensive you see, and why should anyone pay for my needs. Thankfully the group home I ended up in did give them to me, though they were loathe to do so all day. George always ensured that I was kept diapered and happy, but no one else ever wanted to. "Many of you also know that I was only eight when George found me. I was a street rat, a thief, a monster. By the age of eight, I was already being hunted by the police. My parents kicked me out at the tender age of six and a half, I was too much work, cost too much money, and they'd rather spend any and all money that they did have on drugs and booze. I was nothing more than an accident, and I guarantee that my mother never stopped either while pregnant with me either, which almost certainly accounted for all my issues. "Bladder problems were and are the least of my concerns, I didn't grow properly, I have severe allergies, almost as severe learning disabilities, I had a wicked speech impediment, and more things than I can count wrong with me. So, they kicked me out, told me to go off somewhere and die. I'm truly shocked that they didn't just kill me themselves and be done with it. "I survived on the streets by being mean though, the other homeless people taunted me, so I hurt them, I think I killed a couple too. I stole anything and everything, I vandalized anything and everything. Especially if they were druggies, and most especially the dealers. I broke into the places of at least a couple dealers and stole everything that I could, and destroyed everything I couldn't take with me, and I kept doing it. No one ever suspected a kid, especially one so small. "I never had clothes, what I did have was always too big on me and ratty, and they were always wet from my constant peeing. I never knew what diapers were, because I never remember being in them or being potty trained. I do remember being about four and learning how to go poop on the toilet by myself, but I could never hold my pee to be able to do so. "Then I met him." As I thought about this, and started explaining it, my mind wandered back to that wonderful day, and I remembered it with such intensity it was like it was yesterday. The sun had just gone down, I snuck out of my hiding place. An abandoned building with an opening just big enough for me to make it through is where I had called home since I was kicked out of home. I had lots saved, but I needed more food, so I headed out, fully intending to go and steal and rob all that I possibly could. I have one knife in my hand, another in my pants, and one in each shoe. I have no fear of cutting someone if they don't give me all that I ask for, and tonight is no different, I will go and rob anyone and anything to get what I want and need. What I had not intended on happening though, is finding a man that just laughed at me. "What, you think it's funny that I'll cut your balls off if you don't give me all your money and jewelry?" I asked angrily. "You could try, but what I find funny, is that you're barely larger than the average bug I just squish under my heel." He laughed again. Well, that seriously pissed me off to no end. I lunged at him, aiming my knife right for his balls, trust me, all guys will protect those at all costs and will normally do anything to save them. "Unh unh." He said, and then grabbed my wrist, twisted it rather painfully, and then relieved me of my knife. Well, I grabbed my other knife with my other hand and swung it at him again. I managed to cut his shirt, but he twisted my other wrist so hard it felt like it was going to break. "Nope." He said, and then relieved me of that knife too. Well, now I am totally pissed off. "Let go of me you fucking piece of shit, I'm gonna kill you, and then after I've killed you, I'm gonna steal all your stuff, spit on your useless ugly fucking body, and then I'll kill you again." I yelled at him. "Oh, aren't you cute." He mocked me. "I'm not cute, I'm a killer." I growled, and then twisted, yanked free, grabbed my left shoe knife in my right hand, and then stabbed him in the leg. "Ouch you little fucker, that bloody hurt." "Yeah, well I was aiming for your balls, I'm gonna cut em off first, but you moved too fast." I laughed. "Okay, I think I've had just about enough of your fun and games." And then he smacked me, hard, right across the face, and I went down. I cannot ever remember feeling pain the likes of that. I started crying. I know, the big tough street rat started crying. He got right down, patted me down, found my last knife, removed it too, and then picked me up by the back of my pants and started carrying me. "Hey, where are you taking me?" I screamed. "Somewhere to teach you a lesson on being a human being, and if you try and kick or bite me again, the last hit'll seem like a love tap, I'll knock your mouthy little block clean off, understood." He growled to me, and for the first time in my life, I was truly afraid. The man was huge to me, I mean, I am tiny already, but I am used to seeing big bad men, he was larger, better built, well dressed, and very handsome as well. I would say that he is well into his forties, but I am not good at ages. I stopped fighting, as well I finally stopped crying, and a few minutes later he walked into a fairly nice house. It was older, in the older run down part of town, but it looked clean and well cared for considering where it is. As soon as we entered, he dropped me to the ground. "Stay boy, don't move a muscle. Listen and life will be good, don't, and well, not so good. I haveta go clean this little pin prick and bandage it, and when I get back, you better still be right there. Understood?" "Yes Sir." I whimpered. He had locked the door with four different bolts, two of which were way too high for me to reach, so I knew I was locked in. There are bars on all the windows, since we are in a not so good neighborhood and all, something of which I have attributed to I know. I was not sure if I was allowed to sit up or not, so I did not, but I did look around as best I could to determine if there are any ways out. The main level that we are on is pretty much wide open. I can see the back door by the kitchen, and it too is locked the same as the front, and all the windows are barred like the living room windows are. The flight of stairs leading up is behind the kitchen wall, and it looks like there is a small powder room underneath the stairs, since the door is open and I can see a toilet. The house is nice inside, not flashy, but the couch and chairs look nice, the TV is shockingly large to me, the kitchen is nice and large, and there is a nice round dining table between the two. Several minutes later, and the man who had abducted me came back down the stairs wearing just a pair of shorts and nothing else. I had to admire his muscles, he was really large, both my legs together are nowhere near as large as one of his arms is. His legs are almost as big around as I am. There is no way I could wrap my arms around his chest it is so large, but then, I am quite small. I also noticed that his shorts looked really padded, but I had no idea why that would be. "So, you're at least smart enough to listen to basic instructions, that's good." He sneered to me when he found me in the same place. "Yes Sir." I whimpered again. "You don't haveta be afraid of me, as long as you don't try and hurt me, I'm not gonna try and hurt you. You're pretty spirited for a small fry though. How old are you?" "Eight, I think." "You think?" "Yeah, I was six when my parents told me to fuck off and never come back, preferably by dying, and I'm pretty sure it's been two years since then." "You had parents, and they kicked you out at six. Fuck, no wonder you're so spirited then." He laughed. I just stared at him. "You're a half starved runt of a street rat, but you have balls, though I dare say they're probably every bit as small as you are. I like that." "You like little boy balls?" I asked. "Well, now that's not entirely what I meant, but true none the less." He laughed loudly. "Oh. Well, I've done it with a couple guys for food, you can't hurt me." "I doubt that very seriously. You're pretty small, well, I'm not, and besides, I don't go with street rats who'll only do it for money and or food, or ones that'll happily slip a knife between my ribs once I'm done." "Then why'd you bring me here if not to fuck me hard?" I asked in shock, I was sure I was going to get fucked hard for trying to kill him, and I would be lucky to get a good meal out of the deal. "First of all, watch your mouth around me, or I'll slap it clean off your face. Second, I don't fuck, I make love. Third, I don't have sex with street rats. Fourth, I don't have sex with unwilling partners who'll only do it because they simply have no other choices." "I'm not exactly unwilling though." I said, because it is true. "You're eight, how could you know that." "Because, my mother gave me to lots of men before kicking me out, and after the first few times, it felt really good." "That's disgusting." "Yeah, well, it feels good, I've been fucked since I was at least four, maybe earlier, I don't remember." "Mouth." "What, all I said was fucked." I asked in shock. "Exactly, that's a bad word." "No it's not, my mom made me learn how to ask men to fuck my little gay boy pussy when I was four." "Oh dear god, no wonder you have a mouth like a sailor on you then. I'm sorry kid, but you weren't raised right, and clearly at all over the past couple years." "I was never raised, I was nothing to them." "Yeah, well, if I had it my way, they'd be nothing as well. You also have a pretty bad sounding lisp, it's hard to understand you." "This is how I've always spoke." I said hotly, he insulted me. "It sounds like it. I'll see what I can do to help you speak properly as well then." "Huh, what are you talking about?" "I've been looking for a new son, I think you'll do. First things first, though, you need a bath. You smell like a combination of a garbage dump and a pissy old mens washroom." "Considering where I eat, that's probably true." "And your wet pants explain the rest." "Why, what's wrong with that?" "Do you ever see any others with constantly wet pants?" "Well, no, I guess not." "Didn't you ever wonder why?" "No, my pants have just always been wet." "Do you ever try and pee on the toilet?" "No." "Please tell me that you at least shit on the toilet?" "Yeah, hadta teach myself how to do so when I was four." "Good grief. Okay, do you ever feel the need to pee, or do you just constantly wet?" "Sometimes, but not very often, and it doesn't matter, because by then it's too late anyway. Why?" "That's not normal, that's why." "It isn't?" "No, most people can hold their pee and go pee in the toilet. I know what you're going through though." He said, and then pulled off his shorts. "What, what are you showing me?" I asked, looking at what I had no idea, he was just wearing really thick and weird looking underwear. "Have you never seen a diaper before?" "No, what's that?" "This, what I'm wearing. It's designed to be worn so that when you pee, your pants don't get wet. Once it gets wet, you change it for a new one, and no one hasta know. It holds all your pee, instead of your bladder, which I'm guessing you don't have much control over, like me." "Oh. Can I get a diaper too, that sounds way more comfortable than wet pants all the time." "Yes, we'll get that taken care of as well. So, bath, diaper, and then food, I'm sure you're hungry." "Not too bad, I ate early this morning." "That's good. Come on, follow me upstairs and we'll get you all cleaned up." He led me to the main bathroom, it has a nice large tub and he got it started right away. "When was the last time you had a nice hot bath." "Um, never, as far as I know." "Figures. Have you at least cleaned yourself?" "Sometimes. After it rains, sometimes my barrel has lotsa water in it, so I wash off, but not always." "Then you're gonna like this." "What do I do?" I asked nervously. I honestly do not ever remember having had a bath before, so I truly have no idea what he wants me to do. "First, strip, you can't wear clothes in the bath. I'm gonna throw all these clothes away, they're garbage anyway, and I'd never be able to wash the stench outta them either. Second, climb into the tub and sit down. Third, just lay back and relax while the water does its work. This tub has jets in it, so we're gonna turn them on, and I'm gonna pour some bubble bath into the water to help clean you off as you soak. We're probably gonna haveta let you soak for a good hour, and then have you take a good hot shower to truly clean off after that, but don't worry, I'm sure you're gonna love it." "Um, okay." When the water was high enough, he added the bubble bath to the water and turned on the jets, then he turned to me and asked why I was still clothed. I started to strip, and he never turned to give me privacy, not that I cared mind you, but he just watched. "You're still pretty small down there for eight, does it at least get bigger when your penis is hard?" "Yeah." I said ashamedly. "Good, I hope so, otherwise there's problems. Now, let me lift you up and in, then just lay back and relax. While you're relaxing, I'm gonna go get some stuff taken care of, don't leave the bath 'til I come back for you though, okay." "Okay, this feels nice anyway, so take as long as you want." I said, and I meant it. I would not willingly leave this, it feels so good. "I thought you'd like that." He chuckled and left the bathroom, carrying the clothes that I had been wearing. I laid my head back and just relaxed like he told me to do, and it felt so nice. I have no idea how long that he was actually gone for, it felt like forever, but he had said an hour, so that was probably all it was. When finally he entered, I looked up and sat up. "Eww, ick, look at the water, it's the darkest brown I've ever seen in my life." So I looked down, and sure enough, it looks just like a big mud puddle. There are no bubbles left in the water at all. "Yeah, that's pretty nasty looking, huh." I said. "Yeah. I'm not sticking my hand in there, so find the plug and push down on it, it'll pop up itself and start draining the tub." I found the plug and did as I was told. "Okay, now that that's draining, come hop in the shower and wash yourself. Don't be afraid to take a long time, definitely don't be afraid to use lots of soap, and you're probably gonna have to do at least four washes of your hair to get it all clean." "Um, I don't know what soap is or how to wash myself or my hair." "Wow, just like having a baby. I guess I'll haveta teach you then." He showed me what the soap was and how to use it, what the shampoo was and how to use it, and finally the conditioner. He told me to wash my body at least three times fully, and my hair four times, and condition it a couple times as well, so next he showed me how to turn on the shower and control the temperature, and I hopped in. I set the water as hot as I could stand it, he said I should, and then proceeded to wash myself off. I did so three times like I was told to do, and by the time I was finished, I actually felt lighter. I then washed my hair four times, and conditioned it twice, and it feels way nicer than it ever has before. I hopped out after turning off the water like I was shown, and as I stepped out, he was there with a large towel to dry me off. Once I was completely dry, he took me to a bedroom. On the bed was a package that said Pampers on it, and he laid me down on the bed next to it. There was also a pack there that said baby wipes, and then a bottle of baby lotion, and a jar of diaper rash cream. I read all this as I laid there, looking at it all, wondering what it all is. He took one of the things called Pampers from the pack and opened it up, it looks like the diaper he is wearing, just smaller, and has cute pictures on it. He slipped one end of it under my bum, after asking me to lift my bum, and then as soon as I laid back down with it underneath me, he grabbed the baby wipes and pulled one from the pack and then proceeded to wash my entire bum and peepee again. "Not bad, looks like you did a pretty good job of cleaning. You needed to get your hole a little better, and it doesn't look as if you pulled back your foreskin to clean it at all." "Um, not a clue what you're talking about." I admitted. So he explained it all to me as he took the baby lotion and squirted lots in his hand and then started rubbing it all over me. He then scooped out lots of diaper rash cream and applied a really thick coating of it in the same areas. He then pulled up and taped closed what I now know was definitely a diaper, a Pampers baby diaper. "There you go, how does that feel?" "Really nice, actually." "Good, and your penis did get a fair bit larger when hard, but still not as large as I think it's supposed to be for your age." "Is that bad?" "Signifies problems probably." "What kinda problems?" "Was your mother a drunk or drug user?" "Yes." "That can cause small equipment, hopefully you'll grow more." "Oh. No one ever cared before, but then, they always just rammed their dicks up my ass and well, you know what, they never looked at my dick." "Yes, well I care about people. Dick and ass are also swear words. Don't use them. Penis or bum are what you need to say instead." "Um, okay." "Dinner's ready, so let's go eat." "Okay." He led me downstairs, and I did not know any better to be embarrassed at walking around in just a baby diaper, all I knew was that I felt better then than I ever had before. As I thought back on this, I smiled. "So, yeah, George rescued me, he saved me from myself and from a life of crime, and likely jail. I probably wouldn't have made it past the age of ten before being caught and jailed, and I guarantee that with as bad as I was, I never would've gotten out either." I continued thinking back to that time. The first few days went by slowly, he taught me everything that I needed to know about being a decent human being. He taught me how to eat, how to clean, how to properly use the bathroom, he even taught me how to cook. Still we had not even told each other our names. I think I was there for five days before I was curious enough to ask. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you, anyway, you've never told me your name?" "Names have power. If you want my name, you haveta tell me yours as well." "That's easy, I'm Grant." "It's good to meet you Grant, I'm George." "It's good to meet you as well George. So, what do you do for a living then, most people haveta go to work, but you don't?" "Don't want to, nor do I need to. I don't have lots, but more than enough to live off of for the rest of my life. I retired a few years ago now, so no more work for me." "Oh, how old are you?" "Forty five." "Oh. Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Am I still a street rat?" "Do you feel like one?" "No." I admitted, because I have not had the desire to steal anything or hurt anyone since George rescued me. "Then you're probably not." "Good. If I'm not a street rat any more, would you make love to me?" I almost asked if he would fuck me, but I remembered what he said on my first day there, and knew that his answer would be no for sure. "That depends on a few things, I suppose." "What, I'll do anything. I really like you, a lot, I want you to make love to me, I wanna feel as good as I always do when I have a penis inside my bum." "The problem is, I'm quite large down there in my diaper, and I'm not entirely convinced that you'd even be able to take me, you're still shockingly small for an eight year old." "I can put my whole fist in my bum." I offered. "Impressive. If you can take that much, then you could take me." "Then make love to me please?" "Still a couple more things." "What, I'll do anything." "I know. First, I am truly a gay baby boy diaper lover, I will only make love to true gay baby boy diaper lovers. I only do it through thick soggy baby diapers, and I will pee inside you. Also, I'm a true versatile, I want and need for you to make love to me as well, and yes, I know, your penis is still rather small, but don't worry about that, you'll still be able to make me feel good." "Okay, I could do that, and I think I love my diapers already too, they're so comfortable, especially once nice and wet, and I really do need them anyway, so I know I'm never giving them up." "Good. Now, the biggest one. I'm a boylover, which means that once you're no longer a boy, I'm not gonna be attracted to you sexually." "What's that mean." "Just that really. By about the age of fourteen, I'm no longer gonna wanna make love to you. That's not usually a big deal for boys anyway, because by then you're likely to stop loving me in that way as well and start looking for someone your own age, and when that time comes, I don't want you to feel bad about it." "Oh. But what if I still want you to make love to me?" "I don't know how long you're gonna have. You're so small still, you could be sixteen before you truly start growing up, in which case you may have longer, but once you look like a man, I'm sorry, I'm not gonna be attracted to you in the same way. I'll still love you, I always will, but not sexually." "That's still six to eight years away though." "That's right, so lots of time still." "Okay. Make love to me please. I already fisted my baby bum so that I'm ready for you, and my diaper's already nice and soggy." "Okay." He said, and then led me to my room, where he made sweet passionate love to me. He came in me and peed in me and made love to me four times. It was, bar none, the most incredible experience that I have ever had in my life, and when it was over, I cried. He held me tight and kissed me and hugged me and asked me what is wrong. I tried to explain to him what I was feeling, but I could not, but I think that he got the gist of it anyway, that I loved him so much that it hurt. I smiled again to the crowd. "From that day forth, I was cured. I had found a love so stunningly strong, so amazing, that life was great. We shared that love, I grew so much, not only in body, but in mind and soul as well, that I was no longer the same boy I was when he rescued me. By the time I was twelve, he had me almost to my proper weight and size, I was happy that my penis finally grew too, and we were so happy. "I had many friends, George made sure of that, said that no matter what, I always had to have friends. He encouraged me to make love to all my friends too, though he never shared in that with me, said that it was important that I still had my own life, and that he did not need anyone other than me for loving. "He had many friends, ex lovers one and all, and every last one of you are here too to celebrate his life, and so he encouraged me to be like him. Many teased me for wearing diapers, many more lusted after me because of them though. I am reasonably certain that I had every gay boy in my school, because clearly George eventually got me into school, though it took almost two years for him to get me ready, since I had never stepped foot into a school in my life." I had already known how to read, though how I learned to do so I have no idea, and though I did not read well, I could. Most everything else, though, I had to be taught before I could go to school. "Actually, that's not true, because before George, I did break into a school once, in fact I'm pretty sure it's the same school I went to, and boy did I vandalize it. George made certain that I atoned for every sin that I had committed though, he took me to the community kitchens nearly every weekend and made me cook for those who were less fortunate than I, and of course he was always there right along side me. I remember once asking what he had to atone for, and he smiled, and said more than I could possibly imagine. "I know the truth, most of you know what he had to atone for as well, he said that he was ashamed of what he did, but that he had done it, and now he felt that he had to pay for it, and made me pay along side him. That's not for today though. We all have dark and murky spots in our history, and this is not the time or the place to bring that up. I firmly believe that George paid his debts a hundred fold, yet he still never felt that he had paid them off. "Just myself alone, I feel that he paid off his debts, he saved me, made me who I am today, I am successful and happy because of him. Nearly every person in this room owes that to George as well. He saved so many of us, gave us that which we never felt before, love. A love so pure and innocent, though none of us were innocent. I was not even the worst of us, though I admit I was nearly the worst, and I was certainly the youngest to be that bad, no, not one of us were innocent, yet George made us feel innocence for the first times in nearly every one of our lives. "There are twelve others just like me here, twelve lost boys who needed love, twelve boys who owe their entire lives to one great man. No, George paid off any bad history that he ever had, yet he still never felt it was enough. "I was his last boy though. As you all know, after the legal bullshit that we went through, he could never again put a boy through what I went through. He always told me that he'd be fine, just as long as I was okay, then no matter what, he'd survive. Knowing they were torturing me like they were almost killed him though. Once more I think back to the day we were caught. "Mmm, I love you so much." I whispered to my man after feeling him fill me up just as full as he possibly could. "And I love you that much and so much more my gorgeous baby boy." "You'd better change my soggy baby diaper." I whispered. "And you'd better change mine too Baby." We had just taped each other up when we heard the door crashing down. We both put our robes on as quickly as we could, and George grabbed his gun and we went to the top of the stairs. When we saw the cops, we knew we were had. George lifted his arm to the right, showing his gun, and then dropped it, since six guns were currently pointed right at us. I was taken away, and just as I heard them reading George his rights, I started fighting, asking what he was being arrested for. Some stupid social worker was there, and he spoke up. "Ssh, ssh, it's okay, we're taking the man who's been raping you and putting him where he belongs." "Raping, what the fuck are you talking about?" I yelled at him. "Mouth." George called out to me. "They're arresting you for raping me, which you've never done so much as once, and you're telling me to watch my mouth, really?" "I'll be okay, I've done nothing wrong, we'll be okay, just tell the truth, and we'll be fine." And that was the last I saw of him for several weeks. "Look, I don't know what you think George's done, but he sure as hell never raped me, he's never even touched me in an inappropriate manner." I said loudly. "Clearly he's brainwashed you, you may even believe that you like it, and that you're gay, but he's a monster, and that's what monsters do. Now, come on, I have a home ready and waiting to take you in, they're ready to help you out, as well I have a team of doctors ready and waiting to help you heal." "No, absolutely no. You're taking me nowhere, I'm not gonna go anywhere with you, I'm seeing no doctors, and I'm certainly not talking to any shrinks." "Young man, you're in our care now, and from here on out, it's my say what you do and where you go, and you will listen to me, or I'll have you put into protective custody, am I making myself understood." He said, clearly showing his not so nice side. "So, in other words, you want me to cooperate, tell lies about George, or you'll put me in jail too?" I said, more mad than I have ever been in my entire life. "It's not lies, we know he's been abusing you." "Oh, really, and how, pray tell, do you know this?" I asked, seething mad, but wanting to know how they knew. "I'm sorry, that's not for you to know. Suffice it to say, we have more than enough proof, and he'll be going to jail for the rest of his life, and you'll get all the help you need to become a good person." "George was already helping me to become a good person. If you wanna know bad people, find my parents and arrest them, my mother gave me to men when I was four so that they could have sex with me, but when I was six, they kicked me out." "We've already found your parents." He said. "Oh, really, and where are they, I'd really like to have a word with them?" I asked. "Dead." "Good, I hope they died painful deaths." "That's a horrible thing to say about your parents." "They may have given me life, but they were never my parents. Parents don't do what they did to me, and I'm glad they're dead. Now, you may as well take me to jail, because I'm not cooperating with you, I'm not going to see any fucking shrink, and if anyone even thinks of touching me, I'll cry rape so fast it'll make your ugly pompous fucking head explode." "Young man, you are not allowed to talk to me in that way." "And you're not allowed to take me away from a loving home and falsely accuse George of anything. So, I guess we're at an impasse." "It's not falsely accusing him, when it's the truth." "Good luck proving that, because I know I was never raped, or hurt, or touched, or anything that was inappropriate, and I will never cooperate with the likes of you." I said, and then spun my back to him and presented my wrists to the waiting police officer. "Go ahead and cuff him." "Sir, I really don't think that's necessary. We can't arrest him for anything, he's done nothing wrong." "Then take him away." "Where, I can't take him to jail?" "He's lying to your face, you know as well as I do." Well, his face said more than enough for me, and I laughed. "You don't have any proof at all, do you. Even the police know this is wrong." "You have no idea what you're talking about, or who you're talking to. I'm your social worker, it's my say as to what happens from here on out in your life." "I still can't take him to jail, and I can't arrest him Sir, he's done nothing wrong." "Then escort him to the group home." "You're gonna haveta let me go get my clothes and diapers then." "You won't be made to wear diapers like that horrible man made you." "Um, retard, I wear diapers because I haveta, not because I wanna." "Don't you dare call me names." "Don't you dare call George any names at all, or it'll be the last thing you ever do." "You're not allowed to go anywhere in this house, the entire house is now a crime scene. You'll also be given anything that you need when you get to the group home." "No, this is my house, not a crime scene, and I will be going and getting my diapers, since I doubt very seriously that you ever thought it necessary to have them included for me." "Young man, you don't have a say in this, and no, you don't get diapers, you don't need diapers, that monster was making you into a baby." And then I slapped him, hard, as hard as I could. The officer grabbed my hand before I could slap him again. "Young man, that was the worst thing you could've possibly done. You're now gonna be charged with assault." "Bring it on asshole, you just insulted my dad, and that was the wrong thing to do." "He's not your dad, he's a child molester, and stop swearing at me, you're only making things worse for yourself." "Yes, he is, we adopted each other years ago, I've called him dad since I was almost nine, and I'll call you every name in the book if I wanna, and if you don't want me to hit you again, I suggest you never call my dad a name like that ever again." I snarled at him, then turned to the officer. "You can let go now, I'm not gonna hit the fucking retard any more, he deserves way worse. How do I go about pressing charges against him for mental abuse?" "How dare you even say such a thing, I'm here to protect you." "No, you're here to torture me, make me tell lies, make me miserable, and you're not gonna give me the diapers I do absolutely need, even my doctor says so. Now, how do I go about it officer?" "I suggest you get in contact with a lawyer young man. I strongly suggest you say nothing further." "Thanks Officer." I smiled, I like him. "Why'd you tell him that?" He asked, furiously. "Because he asked, and I have a sworn duty to protect all, and if he feels abused by you, then I do have a duty to report it." "You were sent here with an arrest warrant for child endangerment, I don't think that that applies here, do you?" "No Sir, not the way it sounds to me." He said smoothly. "Young man, you're coming with me." "I'm sorry, I'm not going anywhere with you, and I am no longer legally obligated to speak to you any further, I want a lawyer." "Well, you're coming with me, and you're not talking to a lawyer." He said snidely, then went to grab my hand. "Um, Sir, you can't touch him." "Yes, I can, he's coming with me." "Sir, take your hands off him before I arrest you. He very clearly asked for a lawyer and said that he is not going with you. I'm taking him to the office for him to get in contact with a lawyer." "You can't do that." "Yes, I can, and as per all cases of child endangerment, all conversations are recorded by all police staff, and this information will be being passed on to my superiors. Now, if you would, come with me please." The officer led me to his car, and opened the back door for me, explaining to me that unfortunately I have to ride in the back, even though I am not being arrested. I said that I understood. As we drove, he spoke to me. "I commend you on your performance back there. Just so you know, my recorder has now been shut off, and I don't want you to say anything, because I'd still be legally obligated to tell of anything you say. With that being said, I was once in your shoes, my lover was considerably older than I was, and no, I am not asking if he was or not. I love how you stood up to that arrogant asshole though. I've dealt with him before, and he'll do absolutely anything, and I mean anything to try and take down a child abuser. He'll try and put words in your mouth, he'll try and twist anything and everything you say to suit his needs, and he won't care in the least for you or your feelings. Nothing matters to him except the payoff for getting another monster off the streets. "I don't know what he thinks he has on you two, but I know it's only suspicions, no hard evidence, and as such, your best chance is to say nothing at all, and or continue saying you were never touched. Some time soon, he's gonna get a warrant to have a rape kit done on you, if you've been sexually active, they're gonna know about it. I don't know how long semen can stay positive in your system, so if you've had anal sex and have received any semen, they're gonna find it. I'm reasonably certain that if you can hold on for a few days, or even better a week or two, then you should be fine. As soon as you're able to though, if you have any special friends, have them all fuck you often and fill you so full that the doctors can't possibly determine anything. "This may be tough though, I don't know how much freedom you're gonna have, but even in a group home, I know, from personal experience, that all the boys like a good boy pussy, and while it's a risk to allow them to do so, it's a calculated risk, let them fill you if you can trust that they're clean. "Group homes do often have diapers, so you should be set there, the sheer amount of boys going to those homes who have serious bed wetting troubles is shockingly high, so they're needed there, again, I know from experience. I also know that you probably won't have any problems with the other boys in that regard." "Thanks." I said. "You're welcome. Clearly most of this conversation never happened." "Understood." I said. When we made it to the police station, I was given a holding cell that was more like a bedroom, I was told it was for people who needed protection, but were not under arrest. I was still locked in, but that was okay. I was told that due to the hour, that I would be unable to contact any lawyers until morning anyway. The officer went to the storage room and did manage to find me some diapers from the stocks, and brought them, as well as a robe to me, and wished me a good night. The following morning a lawyer came to me, and he explained all that was currently known by him, which was sadly not much, since social services were not very forthcoming with their information, but that he is going to ask a judge for it. I told him flat out that no matter what they think, that I was not abused, so on and so forth. He said he understood, and from the twinkle in his eye, I think he did too. Later that morning I was moved to a group home for other boys who were between homes, and as promised, not one of them had a problem with the fact that I am gay baby boy diaper lover, though I never said that. Three other boys wore at night, so they thought it was great. Two boys were gay as well, and said that they were clean, and so by the end of the day, I had helped one boy to lose his virginity, five times, as well I was fucked numerous times, even by three supposedly straight boys. Over the next two weeks, I had meeting upon meeting with lawyers, social services, police, and probably a hundred sexual therapists. Social services I refused to speak to the guy and told him point blank that I would not speak to him, that with every word he said, I was charging him with one more count of mental abuse. The therapists, I told simply at the beginning that I was never touched in any way by George, and that they were wasting their breath, and then said nothing else. At all times, I had my lawyer with me, which royally pissed off the social worker, because my lawyer kept incredible notes and recordings of absolutely everything said. Still, every waking hour in the group home, I was happily fucking away merrily. My lawyer informed me at about a week and a half, that the lawyers working with social services were pushing to have me tested, and I told him that I refused, he agreed, but told me that there would come a point, when nothing I said would make a difference, and at almost exactly two weeks, he accompanied me to the hospital to have the rape kit done. I made four male doctors refuse to do the testing, knowing that they were doing it against my wishes, and even with a court order, I could make their lives miserable. Then the bitch came and jabbed a needle in my arm. I swore at her like you would not believe, she told me to shut my little brat mouth, that she has a job to do, and she is going to do it. I asked my lawyer if that was legal, and he said that unfortunately it is, but said that that too is going in my file, and I warned the nurse that she too would be charged with rape now, she just laughed and said that she was court ordered to do it, so nothing falls on her shoulders, and believe you me, she was not kind about it. "You've had sex recently I see!" She said plainly about half way through. "Well, yeah, I'm gay, I'm active, and I love getting fucked. Got fucked three times this morning alone, and four times last night. Being in a group home is awesome." "Watch your mouth young man, you will not swear around me." "What, all I said was the truth, that I like getting fucked." "I'm warning you, once more and you'll be charged with causing a scene in a hospital." "Can this thing do that?" I turned groggily to my lawyer. "Afraid she can, and I've dealt with this thing before, she loves doing this to people, she loves her job, but hates people." "You say that like it's a bad thing." She said to him. "Every patient you end up with hates you, I have no idea how you can live with yourself, you're a truly horrible person." "Why thank you, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, now shut up, before I have you removed." "You'll find that you can't, I'm here with my client, and not only that, I have said nothing that goes anywhere near your harassment rules, now just do your job so that my client can get out of here." She said nothing to this, but she did make my life just a little more miserable for it. When finally she was done, I told her that I hate her, and that I hope that she gets what is coming to her, and that she will be named in my lawsuit, no matter what she thinks. I was taken back to the group home, and then two days later my lawyer came back, saying that the test results were inconclusive, that there was no evidence at all that I was raped by George, though I had been incredibly sexually active, and that anyone that I have had sex with should be questioned, that was put through by the nurse. They also did an STD run on me, and that came back negative across the board, so that is good too. The lawyer trying to hang George came and asked me for the list of all my sexual partners, and so I gave it to him, every boy in the group home, and only them, and each and every one of them are roughly the same age as me, and swore that we had all had a lot of fun, together. I thanked them, they thanked me more. Two days later, George was released, and I went and met him. We met at the mall, talking in the food fair where it is very loud, so that no one can over hear us, because I know that we have some hard things to say. "You're finally out, they couldn't pin anything on you, because you did nothing wrong." "Yeah, but it was horrible in there. The police let it be well known that I was in on suspicion of raping a young boy. No one cared that I had not, and that the supposedly young and innocent boy was nearly fourteen. I tried to explain it, but they never heard a thing, only that I was accused and charged, not convicted, they don't care about the truth." "I'm sorry you hadta go through that." "I'm sorry you hadta go through what you did. I was told everything, your lawyer came and talked to me yesterday and told me." "I did what I hadta do to ensure you weren't hurt." "Thanks. I have bad news for you though." "Let me guess, I can't live with you any more." I said, already starting to cry, but I knew the truth, and I knew why we had to do it. "No, and it pains me more than I can say to say it to you. I truly do love you, you're a beautiful baby boy, the most beautiful I have ever known, but if you live with me, they're only gonna keep trying, and they're gonna make our lives more miserable." "I know, and you are to me as well. What will I do, where will I go?" "You're strong and smart, no matter what you do, you'll land on your feet." "Thanks. You did that all for me though." "I gave you a hand up, a boost, you did the rest yourself. You're incredibly bright, mentally strong, and sure of yourself, those are amazing qualities, you'll go far in life." "Thanks. Will I ever see you again?" "I'd die if I didn't get to see you. We can't live together, but I'll be damned if they're gonna keep us apart forever. No, we'll haveta arrange something somehow, so that we can visit and talk." "Okay." We talked for almost half an hour more, then went our separate ways. I had no idea where I was going to go or what I was going to do, then decided to just go back to the group home. I was welcomed back with arms and asses wide open, and there I stayed until I was seventeen, when I graduated high school. I was given several grants and bursaries, so I went to college and took several courses, got the highest marks possible and got degrees in several math related fields, and got a job right away. Still, after all that time, I always visited my best friend, my old lover, and after the age of sixteen, when everyone could kiss my ass, I went to his house and visited there, and yes, we did even have sex too, because I was still quite young looking, and he admitted that he really did need the release. I finished thinking back, looked out to the audience, and continued. "And so, as of tomorrow, now that we cannot possibly hurt George, I'd like for everyone here to join me in fighting for his memory. No one should have to go through what they put us through, they tortured both of us because of what we shared, what and who we loved, and for that, I am willing to fight to my very last breath. I can and will topple everyone who abused me, raped me, tortured me, and I will not stop. "True, raping a child is wrong, but what if it's not rape, what if it truly is what the boy wants, why should everyone have to suffer just because they love a boy, and a boy loves a man. We were all loved by the same man, he raised us, nurtured us, he gave us more love than any person deserves, and asked for nothing in return. We all offered ourselves up, he chose well, he knew who and what we were when he rescued us, and he hinted to me that his stumbling across me maybe was not as accidental as it would seem, so I think he was watching me, making sure, but that changes nothing. "He risked everything to save me, I was going to kill him that day, but instead he killed the person I was to become, by being there for me, loving me when I truly didn't deserve it. We all have the same stories, we all came from the same horrible place, and we owe everything we are, everything that we have become, to one incredible man. "I ask for a minutes silence in order for us to honour the man who helped so many and asked for so little." I admit, the tears are flowing now, thinking back, dragging up all those memories, both good and bad, incredible and horrible, every amazing orgasm (and there were many, we made love to each other often), every spilled tear for every setback (for I had many), every milestone (for we celebrated whenever I did something spectacular, which he said I did often), and every fall (for I had many). How does one truly let go after all that. I don't think we ever truly do, and while George's body may be gone, his mind still lives on in me and all us lost boys. "That was well over one minute, but we all needed it, but now let us celebrate the life of a man so great that he should be sang of and praised about for millennia to come, to George, the finest man there ever could be or possibly ever will be again." And we all cheered happily. Shortly after that, we all left, I was asked to take George's ashes and keep them safe, and I did so, and then the very next day, I started my legal case to charge any and all with abuse that I could. I was laughed at, ridiculed, scoffed at, and downright called an asshole by so many that it is not even funny. I lost my job because of it, so I sued them and won, and finally I went to court, I had my day, I presented all my case files, and even the judge laughed at me, called me stupid, and so yeah, I went to a higher court, the same thing kept happening, I went to the news, and finally someone took my story. No judge would charge any of the people involved, kept saying that they were trying to protect me, when I claim that they hurt me, and George, far more than they ever tried to protect me. It took years more, but finally I actually won. I guess they finally got sick of hearing me, and gave me almost all that I asked for, but still, no one was jailed or fired, which is what I wanted most of all, but changes were made, and I had to finally settle for that. George left me everything that he had, with the exception of a little something for everyone else as well, and I had no idea how well off he truly was until that day, which did afford me the luxury of pushing my court case for as long as I did. The end. ****Thanks for reading. I know this was an incredibly short story, but it came to me in a dream, and I had to write it down. I am also sorry that it had no real sex involved, nor diaper usage, all of it only really hinted at, but this story I did not feel needed it. To all those boys and men out there that were horribly torn apart, and I know that there are far more than we'll ever know about, because the media would certainly never print such a story. They truly do believe that anyone who loves a boy is a bad person, end of story, you see, they refuse to see that truly sometimes it is what the boy wants, and hence the reason that no matter what the boy wants, I could never love a boy, which is a shame, because I'm certain that the boy who deserves me is out there, looking desperately for me, but sadly the lawmakers simply do not care about that. If you care to do so, email me at erich5748 at ymail.com, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to check out all my other stories, if you are interested of course. You can find them all at Nifty in the prolific authors section, under erich. Hope you enjoy. As always, remember that Nifty is a free site, but does need our donations.****