Chapter 8

When we finally wake up the next morning, I kiss Shelby good and deep, and he kisses me back just the same. I ended up having to tell Shelby much of what had happened the night before, because, like me, he was too into the pleasure to really understand everything, but then there came that time when it was just too much for his mind to truly comprehend anyway. When I told him of our diapers, he reached down and felt it, and groaned from deep within.

“Wow, what a diaper.” He said.

“Absolutely. Hopefully our bowels will be able to hold on for long enough.”

“No shit.”

“Exactly.” I said.

Then he realized what he'd said, and giggled.

“That was bad.”

“Thanks. We needta get up and go get some breakfast, I'm starving, and I need lotsta drink.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Art and Geoff were just entering the hall as well when we did, and so, we smiled brightly to each other, and headed to the kitchen together. As we walked, we talked, because they'd noticed just how thick our diapers are, making us spill it, and they vowed to go and do so soon as well. Of course, we told them to go do so now, because we can get started ourselves just fine.

And they did so.

We made a nice big breakfast and way more tea than we strictly need, but also having as much water as we possibly could as well. Geoff and Art came and joined us in full quadruple baby diapered goodness, and also stuffed themselves as full of water as they possibly could We were just starting to eat, when Brady and Toby arrived, and they look like they're positively glowing again as well. All they said was, 'mmmm, good, food and tea.' And then dug in and ate and drank heartily. As we ate, we tell them how we're diapered, and that they're expected to go do the same, I made it sound like it was an order that they weren't allowed to refuse, and oddly enough, they never even questioned that order, and just said, 'Yes Sir.' I grinned, they grinned, we all grinned.

As soon as we're all finished eating, I excused Toby and Brady from cleaning up, telling them that they deserve to go get baby diapered as thickly as we are now, and they run off, their sexy soggy baby diapers bouncing enticingly. Once we're done cleaning, we all head out to continue preparing the barn for siding, as well we need to get all the support structure for the sliding doors in place, this needs to be strong, because the doors are going to be very large, and really rather heavy. By a decently timed lunch today, we have all the framing work complete, and are ready for siding now. We went and made and ate lunch, all drinking as much water as we could once more, and then making a double batch of tea too, this time we went mint tea, and then headed out with our remaining three mugs of tea each, to start on the siding install.

The siding is not at all hard to install, but even still, it's slow going, even with all of us working at it. We'd already marked all the lines where the siding needs to be placed, so that it makes our lives easier during the install, and with Shelby and I working on the back, and Art and Geoff working on the side, and then Toby and Brady cutting and passing us all boards, we did get a pretty good rhythm going, but by dinner time, even the shorter side wall was only about three quarters complete, but our much longer back wall was at best half done. That's okay, we still have lotsa time to complete our task.

We went in for dinner, getting as much to drink again as we did at both breakfast and lunch, and we enjoyed fully. I admitted to all that even though my diaper's nowhere near getting close to capacity, that I do desperately haveta go poopy, so, I'm gonna haveta try and shimmy it down my hips to do so, and then try and pull it back up. The others all said they're really gonna haveta do the same as well, so that they don't explode, and/or poopy their baby diapers as well. We all claim that we've done so before, not only to try it, and there were a couple emergencies by others, but that none of us truly care for it.

After dinner, we all did go and do just that too, and it worked just fine. Shelby helped me back into my diaper, and I helped him as well, and then we all met in the rec room once more for movies. Tonight we watch two, then go to bed, where Shelby and I just kissed lovingly for about half an hour, and even though we're both hard, we didn't play. Our mega quadruple baby diapers lasted until after lunch the next day, which was utterly amazing, and then, to cool off and clean properly, we went swimming, because, trust me, we all need it, even my skin feels rather irritated and almost raw right now.

The next few days went well, with us getting all the siding installed, and then we got the doors built and installed, but having to use the tractors to help in that, because they're simply too large and heavy to do so any other way. We hadn't installed any of the trim boards, though, because we decided to give the faces one more full coat of paint, so to cover all the nails and imperfections that were created during install. Yes, we'd painted all the cut ends as we did so, but this just gives it a much cleaner finished look. Then we install all the trim boards, give them another coat of paint as well, and we call it done. During this time, too, the crews came and built both the greenhouse and the barn for Geoff, which sadly meant that we had had to be dressed the whole time, but, I suppose, there's worse things in life, isn't there. I really like them, actually, the greenhouse of course is mostly glass, but Geoff had went with a red barn with dark grey roof, and it all looks really nice.

“Wow, it looks so nice, thanks Babies, there's no way I coulda done so myself.” I said happily.

“You're welcome.” They all say together.

“Now all we haveta do is get all the stalls built in the barn, make a large pasture for any animals, build the chicken coop and create their run, and then go from there. However, with that being said, tomorrow is a rest day, and then the next day I really do needta get going on the project I'm actually being paid to do.”

“Okay.” Everyone said, and then we went in and had dinner.

We took our well deserved day of rest, we spent a couple hours in the pool, resting and relaxing, we played games and watched movies in our rec room, and of course, we had three very good soggy baby bum changes throughout the day, and I think the shortest one Shelby and I had was just over an hour, but the best one had taken damn near two and a half hours, so, it was a damn good day of rest, if you ask me of course, though I also never heard a single complaint from one other baby boy either.

While I was working, I clearly heard at least one of the chainsaws running, but I'm not worried, the boys are getting almost as good with them as I am, and I'm certain that they have Geoff and/or Art with them, because I made it very clear that no one's to use a chainsaw by themselves, that even includes me, and that I do strongly urge the baby boys to have an adult nearby, but that that's not a rule, since we're all adults now, as per the boys' very clear instructions. I put in my normal six hours, but the chainsaw only lasted maybe an hour, and after that I heard nothing else, so, I went and made lunch and tea, then called the babies all in.

“So, I heard at least one chainsaw running for a while, what were you baby boys upta?” I asked when they all made it in from where they were.

“We went and found a good sized fir tree, dropped it, bucked it up into three metre lengths, since that's all we need for the barn stalls, then went and milled it all. We decided that we don't needta dry it, so it's all already in the barn, ready to be installed. We did manage to get it all marked out as to where everything needsta go, so, we just haveta finish up. We'll take care of that tomorrow while you're in working, so, after lunch, we need your help to build the chicken coop, since Geoff says he has no clue.” Shelby said.

“I was out helping the boys, since I know how you feel about them using the chainsaws by themselves still, but then, it's wise, they're all still pretty small, and I needed the help, I simply can't do all that myself.”

“And I was in painting. I completed two of the paintings that I was doing.” Art said.

“That's great Art, may we see them?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks.” We all say.

“And good work on the lumber milling Babies. Any issues?”

“Other than the bandsaw blade's starting to struggle, so, I think we should put the new one on and send the other one in for sharpening. I woulda done that, but you haven't shown us how to do that yet, since, well, we haven't hadta replace it yet.” Shelby said.

“Okay, we'll do that as soon as we're done, so that it's ready to go the next time we need it, and so that we can take it to the sharpener the next time we go to town, which really should be in a day or two anyway.”

“That's what I was thinking as well.” Shelby smiled.

After lunch, we went and checked out Art's completed paintings, and oohed and awed over them, telling him how amazing they are, which of course caused him to be bashful, but it's cute. Next I taught everyone how to change the bandsaw mills blade, showing them how to tension and set it perfectly, and I bet they all got it, so next time they can do so themselves if they haveta. Then we all head out to start building the chicken coop. It was so fast and easy to build, that with the six of us working together like we are, we had it done in only three hours. It is an insulated unit, so that we can control the temperature a little, and has good doors for both us and chickens to get in and out of.

We decided that we may as well start getting all the fence posts installed, we already have them milled and ready to go, so, we grab both tractors, install their augers on them, and start drilling all the holes. Since only two can do this, of course, the other four are grabbing posts, inserting them into the holes, and then back filling while levelling them. We all trade off routinely so that we all do roughly the same amount of work, and by dinner time, we have everything for the chicken run complete.

The next day we get all the posts done for a simply massive pasture for the barn animals to enjoy. I figure that it's every bit of three acres large all by itself. Geoff did decide, though, that because it's so wide open, that he does want to put some trees in around the perimeter to help with shade, and if we do fruit trees, it gives us and the animals food as well. Now we need to get all the fencing so that we can install it, as well as all the trees that Geoff wants.

We load up the trailer the next morning, we're all in doubled diapers, and wearing proper clothes, though we are wearing cute babyish diaper shirts underneath, because we can, and headed out. We're all in the truck this time, since we all only needta go to the same places, and we wanna be out and home as quick as we can. We hit the ranch store first, and get barbed wire for the pasture, and small mesh wire for the chicken run, but we have twice as much of the chicken wire as the amount of posts says we need, because we need to lay some on the ground to prevent animals, such as foxes, from digging underneath to get to the chickens. Yes, they'll probably be put in every night, but they don't always haveta be either.

Next we hit a local nursery that I know has mature fruit trees for sale, and we loaded up the rest of the trailer with fifty assorted fruit and nut trees. Geoff also grabbed all the plant pots, seeds, and other assorted things that he's going to need soon from there, since we're already there anyway. Finally we hit the grocery stores and the medical store, before heading home.

It was decided that we really do need to get all the trees planted first, so, we spend the entire day doing so, but, with the tractors really doing the bulk of the hard work, it really wasn't so bad. We are planting them just outside the fence line, though, so that the animals don't eat all the fruits and nuts, but they can get what they can reach, and/or what drops on the ground for them to enjoy.

The next three days are installing all the fencing, though I took each of the mornings to do my job, and Art also took the same time to paint, but then we'd join the others and add our help to it. It was absolutely a lot of work, but we have a lot to show for it as well, and with the tractors doing all the heavy work, it really wasn't too bad, just time consuming. Geoff and Art took the truck and trailer the next day, saying that they needta go get more supplies, while I went and did more work, and the little baby boys went to the shop to play. When they made it home, they left their things on the trailer, because they need our help once again.

We still hadn't built the pens inside the barn, because we got started on the fencing instead, since that was a much larger job, but, as it turns out, the boys had decided to go and take care of that while the rest of us were occupied, but Geoff and Art joined and helped them, and when I called everyone in for lunch, they told me all about it, saying that they're already nearly done, but then, it really isn't all that hard to do. I asked Geoff what he needed to buy, and he said all the water and feed stations. Every pen will get it's own automatic water feeder, but that he also got one much larger one for outside as well. Then he bought feed troughs as well for all the various animals that he wants to get, which he also got the names of several people who always sell animals, so, he plans to start calling or emailing them soon.

Once we're done eating and cleaning up our lunch, we all still have our second mug of tea, we head back out to the barn to finish off the stalls, and like I was told, they're very nearly done already, and it looks really good. I like how sturdy they've made them, and considering that it's all rough cut lumber, it looks good and rustic as well, though, to be honest, the bandsaw blade is so good, that it's actually reasonably smooth right off the saw anyway. The biggest thing left to do inside the barn are to make all the gates for the pens, so, while Toby and Brady finish off the last of the framing for the last pen, the other four of us make two gates at a time, and install each one as we're done, and when the two little baby boys were done their chore, they also started making a gate, so, we're making three at a time. We have twenty four pens, and each gate only takes half an hour to make, so, by dinner time, we're all done, and it looks awesome.

After dinner, we stripped off our now leaking baby diapers, and went and relaxed nicely in the pool house for a good two hours, and then watched a movie before bed, enjoying a full sized batch of chamomile tea once again.

It's been way too many days since Shelby and I made baby diaper love to each other, so, when we went to bed, we made long slow, sweet gay baby diaper love to each other, switching back and forth, until we're both satisfied and filled, cumming only three times, but all three times deep inside each other where we belong. We double diapered like we tend to do for bed, since that's the most comfortable for sleeping in, and holds up just enough for all us heavy bed wetters. With all the sweating that we did, Shelby and I are both very thirsty after our loving, and so, after diapering each other nice and thickly, we went to the bathroom and got a nice large drink of water, possibly more than our double diapers can contain, but, you know what, I'm okay with that.

We curled up together, hugging, kissing, cuddling, whispering how much we love each other, before passing out into blissful slumber, and slept like babies, that's to say properly padded. I was right in thinking that we probably had too much water before bed, because with it and the tea having come out in our sleep, we're pretty certain that we both leaked, because the wet spot is damn near as large as a couple of the times we've managed to really wet our bed. We giggled to each other naughtily about what good baby boys we are for peepeeing our baby diapers so fully, stripped each other, though I press Shelby's sodden diaper to my face and inhale as much from it as I possibly can, and then he repays the favour once he relieves me of my leaky baby diaper.

We first hit the toilet, one after the other, to empty out, so that once diapered, we don't haveta take them back off again, then go for a nice long hot shower, which was made hotter when Shelby hit his knees seconds after we enter, and inhales my erection in one gulp. I explode almost instantly, and feed Shelby his baby milk, and then, because I haveta go, and I know exactly what he wants, I let that other load go, and feed him his baby juice as well. He happily gulps it all down, and then sucks me to one more hot gay baby boygasm. As soon as I come down from that second cum, I pull Shelby up and kiss him deeply for just a few moments, enjoying the flavour that I just deposited in his mouth, before I hit my knees and suck him in entirely as well. Shelby squeals cutely, and cums nearly instantly, feeding me his delicious baby milk as well, then a glorious load of sweet baby pee too. I suck him only once more until he cums again, and then, as soon as he's down, I stand and kiss him how he deserves once more. Finally we actually do what we're in the shower to do, and that's clean, but, as per usual, we don't clean ourselves, we wash each other with our favourite body wash and bare hands only, and we both love it.

After getting out of the shower, we dry off and brush our hair and teeth, apply our deodorant, and then head back to our bedroom to diaper each other.

“We're not going anywhere today are we?” Shelby asks as he's heading to the closet to grab our diapers.

“No.”

“And no one's scheduled to come today at all?”

“No.” I answered again, thinking I know why he's asking, and when he exits a few seconds later, my suspicions were correct.

Shelby has four diapers and four doublers, but once again, he has our thickest in both, as well as he has our clear protective baby pants. He prepares our inner diapers first, then inserts all the doublers so that everything's ready to go, and then slips my inner diaper under my upraised baby bum, lotions, creams, and powders me up extra well, using easily twice as much as we normally do, which is already probably close to twice as much as we need, and you know what, I'm totally good with that. Then he gets me into my second doubled diaper, and has me stand up, so that he can tape it on extra well, and last he helps me into my plastic pants. As soon as I'm done, Shelby throws himself onto the bed, and I give him the baby treatment that he wants, needs, desires, and so very much deserves, and within a few minutes, I have him as wondrously diapered as I am, and he looks stunning as always.

We could only laugh when, even as late as we are, that we're actually the first to make it to the kitchen this morning. I guess the other two baby couples needed lots of good cleaning this morning as well. Shelby and I each had two large glasses of water before starting anything else. We already had our double large batch of tea made, and we're already sipping our first mugs, as well we're already well into making breakfast, when Geoff and Art finally join us. They too are very heavily diapered, only they're in cloth diapers that look every bit as thick as ours are anyway, and they're wearing really cute baby printed plastic baby pants over their diapers. They too grabbed two glasses of water each, before grabbing their tea, and then they joined in on cooking breakfast, as we all tell of our nights and mornings. It's funny, but, once again, we're all pretty much the same in what we do, our cycles are very close, but then, we'd done a lot of work lately, and as such were very tired every night, which isn't good for making love, no one wants to pass out before it's time to pass out. Toby and Brady finally entered just seconds before we were about to start eating, and they too are very heavily diapered, more in line with me and Shelby, they too slammed back a couple large glasses of water, grabbed their mugs of tea, and then started dishing up, because by then it's ready to go. They too had done much the same things as the rest of us did, and we all smiled brightly at being such good gay baby boys.

“So, what are you Baby Boys up to today?” Geoff asked us as we're just sitting back and relaxing after eating enough breakfast to hopefully replenish our stocks.

“I was hoping to play in the shop for most of the day, but I really do haveta get some more work done on the plans. I think I'm on revision number twelve now, but I think we're getting there.”

“Yikes, twelve revisions, and you're not done yet?” Geoff said.

“Oh yeah, once had a client that did fifty two revisions by the time we were done, but, I'd rather do that then have something built, and the customer hates it. My customers pay a huge amount for me to design them the house of their dreams, and I take that responsibility very seriously, so I never complain about that, I just want them to be happy.”

“Wow. So, what about you little Baby Boys then?”

“We're gonna play in the shop.” All three say together.

“Good.”

“And what about you two Baby Boys?” I asked.

“Art's agreed to join me in the greenhouse today and start filling pots and planting seeds.”

“That's good. Would you like us to help, we can?” I asked.

“No, this is really easy work, and while I'm sure we'll spend a few hours at it, we really don't need any help, thanks. Once we're done that, then Art's gonna do some painting, while I do some calling and emailing.”

“Okay, if you're certain.”

So, once we're all good to go, we go about our business, and have a really good day. After doing some drawing, and emailing the newest revision to the client, I join the little baby boys in the shop and play for the rest of the day, totally forgetting to make lunch as I should have. So, by dinner time, we're all nearly starving. Geoff and Art had clearly been hungry as well, because when we made it, they had dinner very nearly ready. Art told us we have impeccable timing, because he was just about to call us. We sat down to eat a few minutes later.

“So, how'd it go Geoff?”

“Great. I've secured eight horses that are all ready to go, and are good even for us adults to ride, two milking cows, one young meat cow, two young meat pigs, and twelve laying hens.”

“That's really good. Are they being delivered, or do we needta go pick them up somehow?”

“They're all being delivered. This is all from one guy, he's a breeder for ranchers, so this is all he does, so that's great.”

“That is great. So, when are they all coming?”

“He was gonna deliver today, but I asked for tomorrow instead, considering none of us would wanna get outta our gloriously thick baby diapers just yet.”

“Wow, that's great too. So, um, silly question, does anyone know how to saddle and/or ride a horse?”

“No.” They all say.

“I rode a horse once, fuck, twenty plus years ago, but I didn't saddle it.” Geoff said.

“Could be interesting then. We'll haveta go somewhere and get taught then.”

“Yeah, that's what I was thinking as well.” Geoff said.

“Did you finish any more paintings today Art?” Shelby asked.

“Yeah, two more got their final touches today, but I also started another two too.”

“Awesome, I wanna check them out after dinner then.”

“Same.” The rest of us said, except Geoff, who'd clearly already seen them.

“Okay. What'd you guys do then?” Art asked us.

We all told him what we're working on, which is usually nice small woodworking pieces, things that are usually easy to ship, but I'm seriously thinking of finding a local store, or stores who'll take all our things as well. We're also going to donate some of the actual items to charity stores as well, such as the local hospital has a store for funding some of their things, as does the local hospice society. We actually have so much made already, that we really do need to do so, and soon, so, maybe tomorrow we will, and we told them this as well.

We had a really good night in, and then went to bed. We're all in need of soggy baby bum changes by now, and so, Shelby and I change each other, and just kiss and rub once double diapered, and cum only twice, before going to sleep, all wrapped up in each other.

Because we did decide to go out for the morning once more, as well we're gonna have a guest at some point, we're only in double diapers and proper big boy clothes, but we do have a cute baby diaper shirt on underneath our big boy shirts too. However, that was done, only after eating breakfast in our super soggy night diapers, because why change and/or get dressed before you have to, right. Art and Geoff are staying home, so the boys and I load up the trailer, in case we find anything else we want while out, gather up all the pieces that are ready to sell or donate, and pack that in the truck, and then we head out.

We hit several stores, donating a few boxes of product to the two places we wanted, and asked the others if they're interested in selling our things. A couple were, but a few weren't, and that's okay, but the one lady was actually rather rude, saying she doesn't take any local stuff, she only gets high quality imported stuff, and when I looked at what she's selling, and at what prices, I just plainly looked at her and told her she's a ripoff artist, and I wouldn't sell to her anyway, and we left. We actually found a store that we pay a monthly fee to, and they sell our things, they take only five percent commission, and all proceeds are for the local arts and culture centre, so, that's absolutely perfect. They didn't have enough display shelves to truly display our items, so, we put what we could, on what they have, and when asked if we could make our own displays, we were told that's actually preferred. We were given the size of the shelves we were allowed, and so, that's what we're gonna do when we get home. I said we'd try and get it to them tomorrow or the next day then. It seems they're relatively new, because the store isn't very full yet, so we'll happily do so.

Next we hit the tool store, since there are a few things we want and need, the hardware store was next for the same reason, as are a few other places. We also went to the grocery store and stocked up on a few items, but no milk or eggs, since we're gonna have our own now. Just as we were about to start up the truck and head home, my phone pinged me, saying I have a message, so, I checked it to see if it's important, and it's from my Facebook ad, someone asking me if I wanna come get his maple tree that fell the day before in the little wind storm we had. I texted back, instantly, saying absolutely, and as it just so happens, I'm in town right now, so if he's free, we'd come and get it right now. He messaged back, saying that'd be perfect, since it's still across his car. Yikes, that sucks.

Thankfully we do have the trailer, and in the box on the trailer are two of our chainsaws and all the safety gear, since that's where I decided to keep them for just this sort of thing. When we arrived, I was shocked to see that the car is actually mostly okay, the branches took the brunt of the force, but it's an impressively large tree. I decided to text Geoff once I knew the extent of what we're dealing with, so that he knows we're gonna be a few hours longer.

“Hi there, we're here to get the tree you messaged me about.” I said when the guy answered the door.

“Thanks. I found your ad after calling several tree removal services, and the amount they were gonna charge me to do it was astronomical, and if you can take it for free, and then donate things made from it, even better. Now, I know and understand that some extra damage will be done to the car as you cut it up, there's likely no preventing that, so, don't feel bad if it happens. It was scheduled to be replaced soon anyway, and insurance sure as hell isn't gonna gimme squat for it. If you can do so without destroying it, though, would be appreciated, but understandable if you can't.”

“We'll do what we can, but I may need your muscles to help, since I just have the three boys with me, and while they're tough, and are used to doing this sorta work, they're just not quite as strong yet, plus you have height on them too, which is likely to help as well.”

“No problem, I'm home all day, trying to figure this out, so, no worries.”

“Great. We'll even take most of the branches and whatnot as well, what we can't burn in our fireplace, we chip up for our greenhouse and gardens.”

“Oh, that's great, I was wondering what I was gonna do with all that as well.”

“No worries. We're gonna get a pretty valuable tree, so, we try and give lots for it.”

“It was gonna cost me a lot to have it removed, so, anything you can do to help will only help me anyway.”

“Excellent, let's get started then.”

Shelby and I suited up, and the man was shocked when Shelby started up his saw, asking if the boy can really use it, to which I said all three can, and the only reason it's Shelby this time, is because he's taller than the others, and will be able to reach more because of it.

As we started working, I realized that the only way we might prevent further damage to the car, is if we can somehow support the weight of the trunk once we start freeing things up some, so, I asked the guy if he has any lumber kicking around, some drills, saws, and screws, that sorta thing, so, he said yes, and we all went and grabbed what we need. We made a quick cradle to support it, and once we're satisfied that it'll take the weight, we get started again. We have to be very careful, though, because if we take too much weight off one end or the other, something bad could happen. We have Toby and Brady watching, while in each of our fields of view, so that they can instantly flag us if they see anything about to happen. It took an hour just to free the two ends, and thankfully nothing bad happened, and so far no extra damage was done to the car. Well, that's a relief. Now we just have to figure out how to roll the rather large trunk down and off our cradle now, without crushing us or the car. So, we used more lumber, and created a ramp that it can roll down, once we cut it free. Once we're ready, we do just that, and then once the supports are out of the way, we attempt to push it down and off the cradle, and thankfully it actually worked.

“Fuck, you did it, and we didn't even damage the car any more. It's still fully drive-able, just with a few more scratches and dents than it had before, but considering it's age, you wouldn't guess a tree fell on it.” The guy said in awe.

“Well, I'm as shocked as you are.” I laughed.

“I bet.”

The main trunk that we rolled off the car is just shy of three metres long, and it's damn near a meter across at its smallest. The main trunk, the one we already cut off, was just over three metres long, and is about half a metre more across at its base. Then there's the top section that's easily five metres, but the branches started mostly there, so while there's still gonna be lotsa really good lumber in it, it'll mostly be knotty, and really waste wood, but it'll make excellent firewood too. Using the large winch on the trailer, as well the log loading bar that I have, we managed to load the two large logs on first, while the two little baby boys had taken the chainsaws and started de-limbing the top section. This took a good solid two hours to do, and then once they had that log cut in two, because we did not need it that long, we loaded that, and then started cutting all the branches and loading them as well. The guy whose house it is, helped a huge amount the entire time, and he worked up a hell of a sweat along side us. Finally we have all our gear loaded up, and the lumber and branches are all strapped down to prevent them moving any, with final thanks from both of us, we take off.

(Just in case you're interested, this happened to a guy just down the street from me, I would've asked for the wood myself, but I don't have a mill or the capability to move it. This is how they managed to get the tree off the car without damaging it further, and I gave him the name of a guy that I know who does come and take trees like that and mill them. I might even get a few nice slabs again for the referral, I did the last time, it was awesome.)

“Well, this was a good trip into town, that's a big tree, and will yield a lot of really nice lumber. Took a few hours to do, but totally worth it.” I said as we were pulling away.

“For sure, but, I don't know about you guys, I'm freaking starving here. I know dinner's in only a couple hours now, but I need a snack, like right now.” Toby said.

“Same.” We all say, and so, I do something I so rarely do, and pulled into a fast food joint. We all went in and got what we want, and then ate. It really is only just a snack to tide us over, and we all had the healthiest thing we could find on the menu that we like.

Finally sated, we head home. When we make it, we find that clearly the animals have been delivered, because we find Geoff and Art in the pasture with the cows and the horses. We pulled up close to them and hop out.

“Fuck, I thought you said it was just a little tree.” Geoff said when we met up.

“It was.” I grinned.

“I'd hate to see what you think a big tree is then. You said it was across the guys car?”

“At least twice that size, and yes. We managed to do it with no further damage to the car, and he'll still be able to drive it just fine, it just has a few more dings and scratches is all.”

“Wow.”

We had to tell them how we did it, and they're impressed.

“So, I see the horses and cows, but what about the pigs.

“Ah, yeah, they haveta stay inside for now, the guy took one look at our pasture and said the pigs will escape instantly, and that we're gonna needta create a proper pig pen for them, and told us how. Right now they're small enough to just slip between the wires, but once they're bigger, apparently barbed wire will hardly even slow a full sized pig down. He suggests good solid wood slats, two inches thick, and fairly closely spaced. He told me everything for how to make it, so that they only go exactly where we want them, and even suggested where, because they don't like a lot of direct sunlight, so, we're gonna do it on the other side of the barn from the pasture, since that side will stay more shaded throughout the day anyway. So, yeah, more work to do, but that's okay.”

“Oh, didn't know that either.” I shrugged. “Oh well though, we have lotsa time to do it all.”

“Exactly. He said they'd be just as happy staying inside anyway, but that it is important to get them outside too.”

“We will. How are the rest?”

“Really good. The cows are mostly indifferent to us, though they did allow us to pet them, but the horses just love the attention. As you can see.” He grinned, because the boys are currently petting them all.

“That's good. What about the chickens?”

“They seem happy enough, but scatter the second we try and get close to them, apparently they really don't like being transported, the guy says they'll be better tomorrow, and the more we socialize with them, the better.”

“Okay. So, I guess we're officially a ranch now, huh.” I laughed.

“Seems that way.” Art said.

“When can we learn how to ride the horses?” Brady asked after they'd finished socializing with them for a few minutes.

“I asked the guy who delivered them if he knew of anyone who'd be willing to come out one day and teach us everything we needta know. He says his son is a horse trainer, not only is he the one who breaks and trains all the horses they breed, but he's also a riding trainer, and usually teaches one to two people a week. The guy told me who to buy the saddles and stuff from, so, I'm gonna do that tomorrow, and then I'll call and arrange for the young man to come out and teach us all.” Geoff said.

“That's great. How old's this guy, and how old's his son?” Shelby asked.

“I'd say the guy was in his early to mid fifties, and he said his son is just barely twenty.”

“Okay.”

“Well Baby Boys, we needta get all this offloaded from the trailer and get the truck unloaded still, so, let's get to it shall we.” I said.

“Okay.” They all said, including Geoff and Art, I smiled to them.

With the use of both tractors it didn't really take any time to offload the trailer, not like loading it did, and then we detached the trailer from the truck, after backing it into place, then went and offloaded the truck of everything in there. We went in and made an actual dinner together now, but only after stripping off all our clothes and stopping once down to just our very soggy baby diapers. Every last one of us need a really good super soggy baby bum change, but that can wait 'til after dinner. After eating and cleaning up, we all do head to our bedrooms for our very much deserved soggy baby bum changes, and you know, it took all of us a good solid hour to exit again, not really sure why.

It also appears that we'd all decided on triple diapered again, because we're all the same thickness roughly, and that's what Shelby and I'd done. We reasoned it by saying we're getting into our bedtime diapers easily three hours early, so, because we normally double diaper for bed, and they sometimes can't hold, that this might just hold. We'd also used our thicker and thirstier diapers and doublers as well for the same reason. However, the shocking amount of chamomile tea that was being made by Geoff and Art when we all made it, says that we may still leak anyway. Goody.

We took the next three days to build the pig pen and run, and they seem to be enjoying their new area, so that's good. I worked each morning like I usually do, so did Art, while the others just went and played, and then we joined together after lunch, and built the pens after that. Geoff did go into town the next morning after getting the horses to get saddles and all the accessories required, so he took the truck, and when he came back, he had a lot more than just saddles. When I asked him about that, he said that the small production automated milking parlour that he'd ordered had finally arrived, because milking cows by hand is so 1800's he said, and even he's not that old, we all snorted. Of course I had to gently point out that he's even older, which of course earned me a very undeserved smack. I mean, how abusive right. We all laughed.

Knowing that we'd need lots of good sturdy lumber to build the pig pen and run, the boys had taken it upon themselves the first morning to go and drop a really good fir tree, and got probably fifty percent more lumber milled up than we need before I even finished working for the day. When I asked why they hadn't at least told me, so that I could know, because they'd had no adult supervision at all, Shelby gave me the, I'm an adult now, and don't give me that shit look. I told him it's not that I don't trust them, or think that they're kids or anything like that, but that I am in fact older, and can handle strenuous situations better because of it, and that they really aren't very big and powerful yet, nor have they learned as much yet, so, something as insanely dangerous as that is, really should be monitored. He said that they're all fully aware of all that, but that me, Geoff, and Art all had other things that we needed to do, and that was what the boys needed to do, and that they were together, and that's final. I said that's fine, and that I appreciate that they're very much acting like men, but that I just don't wanna see them get hurt. They all hug me in thanks, of course, but tell me that they don't need me to daddy them.

The boys had milled the posts roughly twice the length that we'd need them, so, we sunk them in the ground as deep as we possibly can, to make it very strong. With the very rocky ground where we live, only the top couple inches is really dirt, we have excellent drainage, so I doubt that the posts will ever rot, and considering they made them way thicker than we really need, they should last a good solid forty to fifty years in the ground, so, that's good. I know that pigs like the mud, though, so, we did decide to dig in the centre a few feet down, and filled it with dirt that'd been removed from other areas, so that it'll stay moist and cool for them as well. The pig run we created can be opened and closed with ease, so that when we let the pigs out of their pens inside the barn, they can only go to their outside pig pen, we just haveta remember to do so.

“Well Babies, we did good once again, that was a lot of work, but with all of us working together, we got it all done.” I said happily as we watched our piglets enjoying their new space.

“Yeah. We did. I forgot to ask at lunch, but have the clients accepted the revisions yet?” Shelby asked.

“No, but today they only had one change request, so I think we're getting close.”

“How many is that now, fifteen, sixteen?”

“Seventeen actually, but that's okay. I've now got most everything else done for the preliminary stage, so, as soon as they accept the finalized plans, then I go through it with a fine tooth comb and take care of all the fine details.”

“That'd drive me nuts, never knowing when a job's done.” Art laughed.

“Meh, it's what I like doing, so it doesn't bother me at all.” I said.

“Better you than me.”

“Yeah. So, Geoff, any idea when the guy's coming out to teach us how to saddle and ride the horses yet?”

“Yeah, he was busy all this week, so, he's hoping to be here Saturday, but that he's gonna call on Friday to confirm, which I guess now is tomorrow.”

“Shit, is it really Thursday already, I thought today was Wednesday.” I laughed.

“Yeah, I keep losing track of days too, and the only reason I know, is because I wasn't even sure what day it was myself, so I checked my phone.” Geoff laughed.

“Yeah. I guess that's what you get when you pretty much work and play every day, huh, and have no real schedule, but like that's a bad thing.” I shrug, it really doesn't matter all that much to me.

“For sure.” Everyone said happily.

The next day, the young man did call and confirm that he'll be here the following morning, and at roughly what time, and then the next morning, after breakfast, we all went for soggy baby bum changes, went double regular, and got dressed so's not to scare the normal people. Yeah, right, normal. When he arrived, I instantly pegged the young man as gay, some would even go so far as to call him flaming gay, he's cute, and so totally flamboyant, I like him. He looked to all of us, grinned, and I knew instantly he'd pegged every last one of us as gay as well.

He introduced himself, and we did likewise, and then Geoff showed him our saddles and led him to our horses, who he greeted by name faster than we still can, but then, like he said, he raised and trained every last one of these young men. For two hours, he taught us how to saddle the horses properly, how to remove them and clean and store them, how to treat the horses during both, and then, finally, after that, he taught us how to get up onto the horses, all the commands, and what to do, especially if the horse spooks and tries to throw us, which he said doesn't happen often, because these horses all are very mild tempered, so they're not likely to do so, but you never know what might accidentally spook them either.

He's very thorough, and I find it comical when he treats almost everything as if the horse you're riding is the only important thing, he says if a horse throws you, even if you're hurt, you always check your horse first before worrying about yourself. It seems his entire world revolves around horses, and they're the only thing he loves. When I asked him if he has a boyfriend, he said no, that he's never found another who loves horses enough to be with him, I told him it'll happen and to not force it, which he said he's not.

By the time he left us, some five hours after arriving, we now know everything that we need to know he says, now it's just practice and enjoying, but ensuring that we treat our horses correctly. We went in for lunch and soggy baby bum changes, stripping off our clothes and leaving them off now of course. As we made lunch, we all laughed at just how gay the young man is, and how much he deserves a horse nut boyfriend as well. If he had've been diapered, I would've offered to have him live with us, but he'd had no shame about going over to the side, just barely out of sight, and pissing on the ground behind the barn. We couldn't see anything, but he made no qualms about doing so and letting us know that he needed to do so, so, clearly not diapered, at least during the day, but who's to say about nights I suppose.

“Well Baby Boys, I wanna grab those maple logs and get them milled and in the kiln before they start checking too bad.” I said after lunch is all cleaned up.

“Okay.” They said.

“I wanna go get some painting done, if you don't mind, since I can't really help that much with that anyway.” Art said.

“No problem. What about you Geoff?”

“I'm gonna get some work done in the greenhouse, but only after I check for eggs and get the milk and get that cleaned.”

“Sounds good Babies, have fun.”

“We will.” They said, and then me and my baby boys headed to get the logs.

We got the largest one on the mill first, and the first slab off revealed that this is a highly figured big leaf maple, which is softer, but often has far more colour and lots more character, and there was an absurd amount of birdseye and rippling grain in it, so, wow, what a find. Every slab after that was almost as good, but the further inside the log, the less birdseye was there, but the more colour and textured grain there was, so, there's gonna be massive amounts of very expensive wood yielded from this. We only got the first log milled before the kiln was filled, and since I really don't want to cut anything else until it too can go in the kiln, that means we're done for the day after starting up the kiln, so, we head down to the shop to play for the rest of the day.

The next couple days were about the same, though we rode horses each morning for a few hours, only now we'd take them outside the pasture to do so, and now in just our diapers, then while Geoff and Art did other things, the boys and I milled up more and dried it, always ecstatic about the wood we're revealing, and then we'd play in the shop, though the second day, we all took pieces of the maple that we'd just milled, and were working with that. Shelby had decided that with maple that's so stunning, that he finally wants to try making an electric guitar, and when I asked if he can play, and when he'd started thinking about that, he said no, at least yet, but that he wants to learn, and that he's thought it looked like a fun project to make for a long time, and that he's done massive amounts of research into it. He did ask to order some of the specialized tools and supplies, so, I handed him my card and told him to have fun, which he absolutely did.

It's Friday again, and Ted just called. After getting through the pleasantries, which included him telling me that he's been kept up to date on my progress on the project I'm doing and what he thinks about it, as well as his friends house project and how it's coming along, he finally got to the heart of the call.

“So, you may or may not remember that I have a sister who's near on twenty years younger than me, the surprise that wasn't even supposed to be possible, because my mom had had her tubes tied after me, saying she couldn't possibly go through that again.”

“Yes, I vaguely recall you laughing about that one day.” I said.

“So, yeah, my sister point blank hated me, because I was openly gay, she thought it was disgusting, and blasted our parents more than a few times for supporting me, for being a horrible freak and all you know. So, being that she hated me so, I cut all contact with her, and after our parents died fifteen and sixteen years ago, I've heard absolutely nothing from or about her since, not that I wanted to anyway. Well, as it turns out, even though my parents told her to never have children, that she's unfit to be a mother, because she's a raving lunatic bitch, she ended up having twins just over ten years ago. Yesterday she called me, outta the blue, like I said, I haven't actually talked to her since our moms funeral, and even then, it was as little as was possible, so it was more than a bit of a shock.

“So, I finally got her to stop yelling, and tell me what the hell she's so upset about. She finally told me that she has twin ten year old boys, that they're disgusting useless faggots, and that I'm to take them off her hands, right now. Well, having anyone tell me what to do instantly gets my back up, and when I said pardon me you useless bitch, but did you just demand I take them, she said yes, because you're a dirty faggot too. Well, I fucking near hung up right then and blocked her number, and the only reason I didn't, was because of my nephews that I've now known about for not even twenty four hours. To say I was pissed would be an understatement. She then went on to tell me that they're already horrible disgraces because they haveta wear diapers twenty four seven, and when I asked why, she said she had no idea she was pregnant, and went into labour nearly three months early, they weren't far enough along, and even though she told the doctors to let them go, they refused. Personally I woulda called social services instantly, because I'm sure she was as rude to them as she usually is to everyone around her, especially males. Anyway, neither here nor there now, but, I guess they have no bladder control, and are still very small for their age, and it sounds like they were always sick as kids too. So, someone who was never supposed to have kids, has two defective kids, and I'm certain that they're right wrecks too.”

“Ted, why do I have the distinct feeling you're about to ask me if I'd be able to take them in?”

“Because I am. Look, I know you know how I am as well, I'm not good with kids, I never wanted children, I'm busy twenty hours a day, I live a very active gay lifestyle, and live in an adults only condo. I also know you understand these boys, I know enough about you to know you dealt with much the same shit as I'm sure my nephews have, and with their being diaper wearers too, you all can help them with that as well, because I'm just as certain that their useless mother's never treated them with any sort of respect or dignity when it comes to that aspect.”

“When are you coming?” I sighed.

“The bitch is supposed to be here in an hour or so to drop them off, and I doubt she'll come in and catch up, more than likely she'll just dump them in the lobby and squeal her tires on the way out.”

“Then I assume you wanna head straight here with them?”

“Could I, please. I'll owe you, and I'm gonna put five hundred a month into an account for them to use as they see fit, and to help them earn some money. I'll also give you an extra two hundred a month each for food and diapers and whatnot.”

“No money for me, give it all to them, I don't want or need it. So, I guess we'll see you in a few hours then.” I said resignedly.

“Thanks Lex, I truly appreciate this, and I know the boys will as well.”

“I know. What are their names?”

“Fucked if I know. Never met them before in my life, knew nothing of them 'til like fourteen hours ago, and the bitch never told me.”

“Wow. Okay, well, I guess we'll see you in a few hours then. We're not gonna get dressed, so be prepared again, not like you were the last time, and tell the boys we're all the same here, so that that helps ease their minds some, as well as prepares them.”

“That's a great idea, and no worries from me. You're all cute baby boys, and I bet my nephews are as well.”

As soon as we finished the conversation and hung up, I went and gathered the rest of the babies and told them that apparently we're adopting, then relayed everything that Ted had just told me, which is of course not lots. They're all for it, though, and are happy that we get to rescue a pair of cute gay baby boys.

It was just over three hours later when Ted pulled in. Me and the boys were in the garage working on the mill, resawing some of the larger slabs of maple that we'd milled up, since we don't usually need such large pieces, and we wanted to be around when Ted arrived. I called Geoff and Art the second I saw them coming, so, they joined us only a second before Ted pulled up to the garage. When Ted stopped and shut off the car, he hopped out and greeted us.

“Good afternoon Babies, how are you today?” He grinned brightly.

“Good, thanks, and you?” We all say, more or less.

“Excellent, thanks. Again, Lex and everyone, thank you all for taking the twins. They're too scared to get out yet, but seeing you all in diapers did reinforce what I'd told them. They're as timid as chihuahuas, and won't even look at me, if I speak any louder than a whisper, they cower in fear. Clearly their mother shoulda called me years ago, like when they were one. It's horrible. I was right though, the bitch told them to go into the lobby, and then just called me and said they're here, and then bolted the second she hung up. When I got downstairs, I saw the boys, and wow, the poor little things are clearly underfed, they're as skinny as skeletons, and the clothes they're wearing were probably some bigger boys clothes twenty years ago, and have been passed down to twenty kids since. They're dirty and they smell, and she brought absolutely nothing with them, so, what they have on now is quite literally all they have. They're both leaking, so, I hope you have diapers for them, but I figured you would, and I had no idea what to buy, and really, by then, it was too late to really worry about anyway. I barely, and I mean just barely managed to get their names outta them, they're Easton and Ethan, not a clue how to tell them apart, though, they're about as identical as I've ever seen, but because they're equally dirty right now, it's hard to tell if maybe there are differences hidden underneath all that dirt and abuse.”

“Well Brady, since you're the youngest, smallest, and least scary looking of us all, especially to highly nervous little boys, why don't you go and try and get them out of the car. Be gentle, and as you heard, try and whisper to them so's not to frighten them any more. It also helps that you and they were very much alike in many ways.” I said.

“Okay.” He said, and then walked slowly to the car, so as not to make any sudden moves to spook the boys.

When he opened the door, they both shied away as far as they could.

We're still close enough to hear him though, and we're trying to do so this time.

“Hi there Boys, I'm Brady, I hear you and I kinda grew up the same way. I was abused mentally and verbally, my dad hated me because I needed diapers, and though I assume he knew I was gay, he never said so or caught me like you two were. Now I live here, and so too do you now. You're gonna love living here, I promise. Lex is our guardian, but he's not our daddy, all us baby boys here told the adults that we wanna be treated like men now, because we no longer want or need parents, and so, they do, and it's great. When you're ready to, I'd like you two to have the courage to come out and meet us all, I promise, we don't bite, we won't tease or bully you, we'll never yell at you or hit you, we're all gay baby boys here, and that's why you're here as well.” He said softly, and then left the car door open, and came back and joined us.

We just had a soft whispered conversation, not looking at the car or the boys in it as we talked, but I would look over surreptitiously every few seconds with my peripheral vision, and I saw them looking at us, watching us, whispering to each other. It had to have been close to ten minutes before they finally must've decided to trust us, because they slipped out of the car as silently as they were able to, and walked to us. When I saw this, I knelt down, and opened my arms to them.

“Good afternoon Easton and Ethan, it's good to meet you. Come give me a hug, I'm sure you could use one.” I whispered to them.

They looked to each other in panic for a second, but didn't stop, and eventually came close enough so that I could gather the two of them in my arms, and I held them nice and tight. I just held them for a few minutes before even saying anything. Finally I start though, “I know you've been abused and downtrodden your whole lives, you've been made to feel as if you're horrible and not worth anything. None of that's true, you're stunningly beautiful gay baby boys, and you deserve so much, and from here on out, I plan to give it to you. Like Brady told you, if you so choose to make it on your own from now on, and no longer want a parent, I'll respect that wish, and treat you like men, but that means I'd then expect a great deal outta you as well. But, if you'd like a daddy, I'll happily be your daddy as well. I'm not these boys' daddy, yet they do need me to be their daddy every so often, and give them exactly what I'm giving you now, loving hugs and tender touches, they all crave that, and will for years to come from some of the abuse that they endured, and so too shall you because of all that you've endured. I also want you to know, we encourage you to talk, to speak your mind, to interact with all those here, for here you're your own people as well, so, talk to us, I promise you it'll be okay. Now, I am sorry to say it so bluntly, but, honestly, there's simply no other way to say it, but you boys smell, a lot, you both need a nice long hot bath, a good cleaning, and then nice fresh thick, thirsty tape on baby diapers, just like we're wearing. So, why don't you go say goodbye to your uncle and thank him for bringing you to your new home, and then I'll take you in and get you both washed up, how's that sound!”

“You promise?” They both whispered timidly at the same time.

“Absolutely, the life you've always dreamed you could have, you can enjoy it here. The love that you share, it doesn't haveta be secret here. The diapers you wear, they don't haveta be secret here, as you can clearly see from the six of us.”

And this is when they burst into tears, and so, I held them even tighter and told them how good they can be, if only they let us help them.

It took easily ten minutes for their tears to stop, and when they finally did, I let them go when they started to pull away, but I didn't let them get far before kissing their foreheads, they both reached up and touched the spot I'd just kissed. They went to their uncle and whispered thanks for bringing us home. Ted knelt down and gave them a hug as well.

“Just so you know, I'm nothing like your horrible excuse of a mother. She was my younger sister, a lot younger, and she despised the very idea of me, because I'm openly gay, she thought it was vile and disgusting. So, while I'm sure that much of what she said to me, she's also said to you, I want you to know, here and now, she was so fucking stupid and wrong, that she's gonna die lonely and miserable, because there's nothing but hatred in her heart, she's a useless bitch, and the best thing she did for you boys was to finally give you to me, though I really wish she woulda done so before you were even one. Now, like I told you, I'm not meant to have kids, I don't understand you, I wouldn't make a good parent, so I found you someone who I know can give you the life you deserve. I want you to find your happy here, be who and what you are without shame or fear, and grow to be more than your useless fucking mother could ever dream of being.” He whispered to them, then kissed their foreheads as well.

“Thanks.” They both whispered as well.

“Well Lex, I've already started to set everything up for the boys, I'll get you all their ID and account information once I actually have it all done, because, I haveta send a lawyer and a police officer to the bitch to get everything. If she has any money, I'll be instructing them to make sure they wring every penny from the useless cunt that they possibly can to give to the boys. She is being charged with mental, physical, and emotional abuse, as well as abandonment, because she never asked, nor went through proper channels, and we're gonna try and pin her with other things too, as many as we can think of in fact. So, boys, that means your mother will be going to jail, and we're gonna ensure she goes for as long as we can possibly keep the bitch in there for, because that's where useless bitches deserve to be for treating gorgeous gay baby boys the way she did.”

“Good.” We all say, even the twins, though they were drowned out by the others.

“I'll come out in a few days once I have everything all taken care of, but I took cash out for the boys for their first month, so, because I doubt they'll take it from me, you take it, and help them to spend some of it, beautiful gay baby boys deserve to look the part.” He said, and opened his wallet and gave me an even two thousand in cash.

“Will do. Now, however, I needta get our newest babies into the bath, something I dare say they've likely ever gotten to enjoy.”

“No, I'm willing to bet you're correct.” He said to me, then looked to the boys again. “I can't raise you like you deserve, so I found you a home that can, you deserve so much more than your mother could ever give you, and now that I know about you, I do wanna be in your lives, so I'll come and visit from time to time, and finally get to know you. Now, you go enjoy a bath, and right now, you needta let Lex be your daddy, even let him bathe you like the beautiful baby boys you are. From here on out, I hope you enjoy life to the fullest.”

And then he hopped in his car and headed out.

“Well, you guys may as well go do whatever, I'll likely be an hour or two helping out our newest babies.” I said to the others, then grasped Easton and Ethan's small hands in mine, and led them to my bathroom.

Once there, I started the bath with nice warm water, but not too hot, because from the look and smell of the boys, I'm probably not wrong in thinking that they've never had a hot bath, from the sounds of it, their mother was more the type to harshly scrub the boys with cold water and no soap and a very stiff bristled brush. I added lots of non foaming cleansing soap to the water, so to help the boys get cleaner, easier, and then I started on one of them and started removing his clothes as gently as I could, and as each piece was removed, I plainly tossed it in the trash, telling the boys that from now on, they'll never be dressed in rags that slaves would be ashamed to wear. Finally I got them to their overly saturated diapers, but they're the cheapest store brand diapers you can buy, and barely even fit the boys, so, I'm guessing their mother only gave them a very small amount of money to buy their diapers, so they got what they could with it, but not good ones, that's for sure. It was as I was turning the boys around to usher them into the tub, that I saw their backs and bums, and it made my stomach just drop. There are not just hand prints, but fucking whip marks as well, and not all of them are new and fresh, the boys' backs and bums are crisscrossed with healed and scar covered welts.

“The bitch whipped you. You poor boys. I'm gonna grab my phone and take pictures of this, the lawyer and the police need to see this.” I said, and then went and grabbed it, and snapped one picture of the boys, even though they're nude, and the picture does show their bare bums, I'm not giving a frontal picture, but this is clearly not an erotic picture, though if there are any who may think this is, I'll happily whip them like these boys clearly were. I emailed it to Ted right away, telling him what this is all about, and that severe physical abuse is to be added to the charges, and that I better never meet the bitch, because she won't survive.

“I don't know what we're gonna be able to do about the marks, you've both got dozens, maybe even hundreds of scars on your backs and bums, but I promise you here and now, you'll never be hit ever again, and the person who attempts to do so I may kill.”

“You mean it.” They both asked.

“With everything in me, I will keep that promise. You shall never feel pain again, unless you yourselves accidentally cause it of course.”

“Thanks.” They both say again.

“You're so very welcome Babies. Now, let me get you in the tub.”

As soon as the water in the tub's high enough to do so, I turn on the jets, then lift one of them into the tub, then the other, sitting them down so that one is on either end. They're so light that it defies logic though. They're supposedly ten years old, but they look no older than seven, and weigh as much as a four year old should. Their little diapered dinkies and balls are right about the same size as a seven year old would be as well, so, hopefully they start growing soon. I of course base all this on Brady, since he's eight, and even though he's still too small, he's already started to grow some, and he's larger in almost every way than these boys are, and not just by a little. It's clear that the twins were very harshly treated their entire lives. I told the boys to just lay back and relax in the warm water for a bit, that I'm gonna go get some stuff prepared, and so they did, both even going so far as to close their eyes.

I went to the diaper supply closet and grabbed two of Brady's thickest, thirstiest, softest, and most babyish diapers, then two of Brady and Toby's equally thick, soft, and thirsty doublers, and went and got the diapers prepared on my bed, but also adding a diaper and doubler for myself as well. I then went to Toby and Brady's bedroom, and since the door was open, and I can clearly see that they're not in there having a good soggy baby bum change at the moment, I grabbed two pairs of socks, and two pairs of Brady's shoes, hoping that they fit Easton and Ethan well enough for now. Worst case scenario, I'll put them into sandals, but they're not as comfortable for lots of walking in my opinion, especially if your feet aren't used to them. Last I went to the kitchen and grabbed one of the plastic juice jugs from there, then headed back to the boys.

As stealthily as possible, I entered the bathroom again, and found the boys still laying there, almost fully submerged, only their mouths and noses are out of the water, their eyes are closed under the water, and they look peaceful. Good.

Gently I booped both boys' noses, so that they know I'm there again, and they came up and looked to me in fear for a second, before they see my smiling face.

“Looks like you baby boys were enjoying that, I'm glad.”

“You're not mad at us, are you?”

“Why on Earth would I be mad about you doing exactly what I told you that you should do.”

“Because Mother always beat us, no matter what we did, even if it was exactly what she told us to do. It was never good enough.” They both said.

“I'm gonna personally ensure that she stays in jail for a minimum of fifty years, if I have my way, she'll die in prison, hopefully very painfully.”

“You mean it!”

“Yes. Now, who wantsta start getting washed first.” I asked.

They both pointed at the other. I laughed.

“Well, since I'm right handed, why don't I start with whomever you are. Hopefully you have some differences so that we can start telling you apart. Which one are you?”

“Easton.”

“Okay Easton, get up on your knees, and close your eyes, I'm gonna wash your hair, but I'm gonna lather it up real well, and leave it in there for a bit while I start on the rest of your body, so that it can hopefully start lifting out some of the grossness. You're both probably gonna get at least two, but possibly three full washings before I'm done, and then I'm gonna take you both into the shower for one final washing, because I'm certain that this water will be none too clean by the time I'm done, because already it's kinda looking like a mud bath to tell you quite honestly.”

And so, I did, I gave Easton three full gentle massaging scrubs, hair included, and even though his poor abused back and bum must just be aching as I gently clean him, he makes not one sound, even though I very clearly felt him wince numerous times. Once I had him all scrubbed good and well, I then had him sit back down, and got Ethan up onto his knees, and repeated the exact same steps once again. The juice jug had been for pouring water over them for rinsing, and it was used a lot. Finally I started draining the tub, and it's every bit as gross and murky as I'd feared it would be. It's definitely gonna need a damn good cleaning, and I'll probably spray it with the cleaner as soon as we're finished our shower, because I wanna fully bathe the boys, to give them one thing a parent really should do lovingly for their babies, the one thing these babies need. The jets had already turned off easily half an hour before I even finished washing them, so, they'd been in for probably an hour and a half by now, but that's good.

I then started the shower, stripped off my soggy diaper, thankfully it's good and full now, so I was needing a change anyway, and then led the babies into the shower, so that I can scrub them good and clean once more, this time in clean water. Probably half an hour later, we hopped out, and then one after the other, I dry them off with wondrously warmed towels. I then grab two brand new tooth brushes from the drawer, and go about teaching the boys how to brush their teeth, because I doubt they ever have before, and they said that they've never done so either. I actually did the brushing for them, but telling them what they need to know and to do so at least twice a day from now on, and they understand. I then brush their hair, and even apply their deodorant for them, even though I have my doubts that they actually need it just yet, but it also can't hurt.

Finally I lead them to the bedroom, and one after the other, I pick them up, lay them down, and diaper them up as gloriously thick as they deserve.

“There you go Babies, now you look like beautiful baby boys. Would the two of you liketa diaper me up nice and proper now?”

“Okay.” They said, and so, I lay down, and they give me a very nice diaper change, their hands are as soft and tender as can be, and it seems they very much enjoyed lotioning, creaming, and powdering me up properly. I made sure to stay soft, even though had I let myself, I would've been very hard, because I think they were trying. There's plenty of time for them to see me and the other two men hard, we swim naked, and we often get hard, and happily show off our baby boners, same as the little baby boys do.

“Thanks Babies, you did a good job. How do you feel?”

“What do you mean?” They ask.

“Well, when you lived with your mom, I'm betting most of the time you felt fear and pain, likely loneliness and helplessness as well, but what I want for you to feel here, eventually, is happiness, contentedness, peace, and love. I know you might not understand much of what that really is, but those are all good feelings.”

“We don't even know those words.”

“Really. Didn't you go to school?”

“No, useless boys don't need or deserve school. All useless boys deserve are beatings.”

“I'm so sorry Babies, not only are you absolutely not useless, but you deserve so much, and in no way did you deserve beatings.”

“Thanks.”

“You're very welcome. Now, sit up on the bed, let me get your socks and shoes onto you.”

They did so right away. I put on one, then the others socks first, then shoes in the same order. As I did so, I asked them something.

“So, your uncle said that your mother thinks that you're gay, though that's not the word she used, but that I refuse to utter, as it's disgustingly derogatory now. Would you care to tell me why your mother thinks that you're gay?”

“Because we must be. At night, when we're in bed, we liketa suck each others peepees and put them in each others bums. We've been doing it for a long time, it's the only things that feel nice, and when she caught us, she yelled and hit even more than she normally does, calling us all sortsa bad words, and she made us admit that we'd been doing it for forever.”

“I want you to know that nothing you did together, shared together, is bad or wrong.”

“Thanks, it never felt bad or wrong, it was the only thing that felt right.” They both said.

“Do you two always say almost exactly the same thing, at almost exactly the same time?”

“Yes, but it always made Mother very angry, and always told us we're unholy when we do that, so that's why she never allowed us to speak unless spoken to, and she only addressed one of us at a time, and if the other talked, he'd get beaten, and if we made any sound whatsoever, she'd beat the other for our being bad.” They both said again, and while not exactly word for word, it's actually very fun to hear.

“Wow, a few words I can understand, but it's like you're completely tied together. I've met lotsa twins who did the same sorta thing, but never to that extreme. No wonder it infuriated your mother, it probably scared the shit outta her. Now, let's go find the other baby boys shall we, and we're gonna sit and talk and get to know each other, okay.”

“Okay.” They both whispered in fear again.

“Hey, no fear, I promise, it'll be okay, okay. I was just finally getting used to actually hearing you two, so don't be going and whispering again, no one here will ever hurt you again.”

“Okay.” They both said again.

When we found them, they're all in the living room just watching TV, all are in fresh double baby diapers as well, and they're all enjoying a couple mugs of tea, so, I looked, and sure enough, there's six mugs for us as well. So, I went and grabbed mine, and encouraged the other two to do so as well, and to try it, but warning them that it's gonna be hot, but really good, and that they're to enjoy it slowly.

By the time we made it back, the TV had already been shut off, and all of them are waiting for us expectantly.

“First off, Boys, spin around, show the others your backs, so that they understand the gravity of the situation.” I said, and when they did, the others all gasped.

“They've been whipped, repeatedly.” Geoff hissed out in raw anger.

“That's fucking disgusting.” Art said.

“And here I thought I had it bad.” Brady and Toby both said together.

“Fuuuuuck.” Is all Shelby said.

“Their bums look every bit as bad, the poor boys have been whipped their entire lives, for as long as they can remember at any rate. I've already promised them that they're never gonna endure pain like that ever again.”

“Same.” Every last one of the others all say together.

And so, I told them everything that I've managed to get out of the boys so far, and then, for the next couple hours before dinner time, we told the boys all our stories, so that they know who and what we all are as well. Then we went and made and ate dinner all together, even giving Easton and Ethan a few things to do, so that they feel as if they're helping out too.

Now that their hair is dry, we can see that they have ever so slightly different shades of hair, and as we get to know them better, we're also starting to see other subtle differences as well, such as their eyes aren't quite the same shape, though they're as identical in colour as you could get, their noses are just ever so slightly different, Easton's flares just a tiny bit more, so, I figure that within a few days, we should be able to see the differences, and differentiate between them better. If we don't see them, however, their voices are still nearly identical as well, and we can't quite tell, and besides, they still speak together more often than not anyway.

After dinner, I asked the boys if they'd rather play games or watch movies, and they both looked to the other and shrugged, never before have they been asked their opinion on something, and certainly never for something fun, so this simply doesn't compute.

“We've never done either, as far as we know.” Ethan said.

“Well, as we play games, we generally talk a lot, but, I think we've made you two talk more than enough for today, which is likely more than you've ever truly done so before, so, let's just watch a couple movies. I think that you two deserve to watch a good comedy, and maybe teach you all about laughter, and why they say it's the best medicine.”

“Okay.”

So, we went and picked out two really good comedies, put the first one in and watched it through, and I was right, once the boys started laughing, they did so boisterously. They have cute little giggles. Then we made a very large batch of chamomile tea for us all, put in the second movie, and enjoyed that just as much, this time while enjoying the tea, and the boys even snorted out hot tea from their noses a couple times, which they never complained about at all. I think we're gonna haveta always remember that the twins will have a massively high pain tolerance, so we're gonna haveta be careful with them.

“Well, it sounds as if you two thoroughly enjoyed your comedy movie night, you laugh very nicely once you start.” I said warmly to the little baby boys.

“We've never done that before.”

“I don't doubt that. Now, let's get the baby boys to bed, but you both need gloriously super soggy baby bum changes. You can either change yourselves, and then crawl into bed together, or I can come and change you again, your choice.”

“Would you change us please, we really liked that?” They asked meekly.

“Absolutely.” I said happily, and led them to what will now be their bedroom, stopping at the diaper supply closet and getting them the full selection, telling them this is where they come get their supplies when they're running low in their room.

I then had them lay down in soggy baby bum change position, and proceeded to change them. They both got hard this time, and yes, they're smaller than Brady, but thankfully not as much as it'd looked when they were soft earlier, so, hopefully they're not too far behind. As I lotioned and creamed them, they'd let out tiny little gasps of pleasure, and though I'm not trying to make them cum, it seems I might if I'm not careful. Finally I tape them up into another well deserved ultra thick double baby diaper.

“There you go Babies, I hope you have a really good long peaceful sleep. If you decide to play before going to sleep, feel free to make noise, we all will be, I assure you.”

“Play?” They both ask.

“Yeah, you know, the naughty games your mother caught you playing, sucking and stroking, and making love to each other. Though, with the baby lotion and diaper rash cream on you right now, sucking probably won't taste very good, but some actually like that sorta thing, so, to each their own as they say. I plan to go change my baby's diaper, and suck him as dry as he'll allow me to, possibly while lotioning each others bum holes deeply with a finger or two, maybe even three. I assure you, everything that you've enjoyed, and far more, we all enjoy here every bit as much, so, feel free to enjoy as well. We do ask that you keep it to your bedroom, though, and if you desire to play, close your door, no one else needsta see it, even though we all know, but we all have our boyfriends, so, we don't needta see it.”

“Oh, okay. You mean it, we're allowed to play like that?”

“I give you blanket permission to not only play, but play lots, play vociferously, that means to make as much good noises as you want while doing so, and play often. I know all three couples here often play at pretty near every soggy baby bum change, even if it's just stroking to an amazing gay baby boygasm or two while lotioning, but we all play, and you're not only encouraged to do so as well, but fully expected to do so from now on.”

“What's a baby boygasm?”

So, I told them what it means, the other words as well, and asked them how often they make each other cum in a day, they claimed only once per day, well after mother went to bed. I told them that they never haveta worry about that again, that if they just needta have some personal time to love each other how they deserve, all they needta do is come to their bedroom and close the door, then enjoy as much as they can possibly stand, even if they do pass out and wet the bed all night long, which I also instructed them to never worry about, because we all do so rather routinely ourselves still. Hey, it's fun, and tiring, I grinned to them.

And on that note, I leave the boys to their fun and games, and go to my bedroom and tell Shelby of my desires for the evening, and he's totally all for it, and so, we suck and finger each other to three very satisfying orgasms, inserting one more finger after each one, which is bar none our favourite way of doing so.