The Three Diapered Amigos

Book III: The Kidnapping

 

Written by JD © August 2013

 

 

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Chapter 2: Where am I?

Mark:

 

I slowly started to wake up and as I did, I began to moan from the pain coming from my head. My mind, which was still foggy, was having a difficult time trying to remember what had happened. I tried to move my arms and hands to at least feel my head where it hurt, but found that this was impossible to do. Again I moaned and tried to open my eyes. For some reason, I still was not able to see anything and I was sure my eyes were open.

 

"Maybe it is dark out." I said mostly to myself.

 

"Boy kid! Can't you tell that you're wearing a blindfold?" An unfamiliar voice admonished me, from somewhere nearby. "Must be an idiot!" The voice suggested mockingly.

 

"Wha... what's happening?" I begged the voice to answer.

 

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" The voice chuckled evilly.

 

Wincing again from the pain in my head, I started to cry. "Please mister, my head hurts real bad, and I want to go home!" I blubbered.

 

The voice again chuckled at my despair. "You better forget about ever going home again kid!" And the way he said this made me shiver in fright. "As for your head you must have bumped it while in the trunk of the car. From the looks of the knot on it, you really did a number to it."

 

My head was starting to clear a little by now and I found myself starting to remember what had happened. I remembered how I had been grabbed in the alley and drugged! This led me to feel even more afraid than I could ever remember being in my lifetime. My sudden need for my mommy grew more than desperate. It was as if there was a deep bottomless pit that was sucking all the hope and happiness of my childhood out of me and only my mommy could fix it!

 

"I want my mommmmmyyyyyyy!" I bawled loudly.

 

"Listen kid! I am only going to tell you this once! If you continue to cry like that, I am going to put a stop to it!" The voice threatened with a snarl.

 

It didn't matter though. I was a scared 11 year old little boy who wanted nothing more at that moment then my mommy! I wasn't even capable of stopping, even if I had heard him, which I hadn't.

 

"I warned you boy!" The man again snarled angrily.

 

Suddenly, there was a sharp stinging pain in my upper buttocks! It didn't take me long to realize I had just been stuck with a needle. Unfortunately, this didn't immediately give the man the results he had wanted. Being a kid afraid of needles, I started to scream and holler my head off as I felt the stinging pain!

 

The man's response was swift! He rolled me to my side and smacked my bare butt as hard as he could. Obviously this guy didn't know how to deal with children or maybe it was just that he was in a terrible mood. Whatever the reason was, it only made me scream and holler louder.

 

"I WANT MY MOMMY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

 

Suddenly, the man grabbed my face and squeezed my jaw hard. I guess this act was when he finally got my attention. It also wasn't easy to continue screaming because the way he was holding my jaw.

 

"If you don't shut your fucking trap now kid; I swear I will gut you right here and now!" The guy screamed at me and I felt flecks of his spit hit me in the face. He was so close that I could smell his spearmint flavored breath.

 

My screams instantly became whimpers as the tears continued to pour out of my eyes. For some reason, I didn't feel the wetness of my tears soak into the blindfold. But considering the circumstances I was in at that moment, I really didn't think about that too long.

 

"Better but if I were you kid, I would stop that whimpering before you piss me off again!" The man growled.

 

Not listening, I continued to cry and whimper as I laid there. It wasn't long before I began to feel the effects of the drug that he injected me with. The man, whom I could hear moving about in the room we were in, once again growled at me.

 

"I said shut that fucking trap kid!" He yelled at me.

 

Again I found it hard to stop crying and because of this I continued to whimper.

 

Suddenly the man was back at my side and I again felt him turn me and swat my bare butt.

 

"You better fucking cut out that whimpering kid!" The man growled but then started to laugh. It was almost like he enjoyed smacking my bottom.

 

Not wanting to get spanked again, I tried my best to control my whimpering! No longer crying or whimpering, I realized for the first time since I awoke, that I was lying on some sort of cold metal table. And that I was completely naked. A new fear cropped up in me as I laid there worried. What was this sick man going to do to me? As my mind began to run away with this thought, I found myself remembering about the `Blue Eyeball' Killer. I also realized I was now living Craig's deepest fears. Had I been kidnapped by the killer? Or was this just some pervert who wanted to get his jollies off! If it was the later, I decided that my best chance for living through this ordeal was to do whatever he wanted and try not to make the guy angry.

 

"Maybe... Just maybe... He would let me go after he got what he wanted!" I found myself hoping desperately. Still trying my best to not cry, I sniffled a little before getting up the nerve to say what I wanted to next.

 

"Mister..." I could hear the tremble in my voice. "You can do anything that you want with me as long as you don't hurt me! I swear I won't tell..." At this I broke down crying again.

 

"That's a nice offer kid, but you still don't understand... I will do any damn thing I please to you! No matter what you say!" At this the man snickered a little.

 

It was this moment in my fear that my bladder decided to betray my inability to hold it. As I peed, I could feel it shoot in the air as if a geyser then rain back down on my stomach and ball sack. I could also feel it puddling beneath me. The man again chuckled at my loss of control which made me feel ashamed of my body!

 

"I guess it was a good idea not to put anything on you." Again he snickered. "The last thing I want to do is take care of a fucking baby!" And from the way he said this last part I wasn't sure if he actually meant it.

 

My embarrassment quickly turned to anger as I fumed at being called a baby.

 

"You know, if I wasn't fucking tied down..." I swore loudly. "I might have been able to get up and take care of it!" I spat that last part out at him with pure venom dripping from my voice. It still hadn't registered completely that I wasn't tied down after all. I should have known this from the ease that I was turned on my side when the guy spanked me.

 

"Ooh, you got spunk kid. You better get one thing straight though. Think of this as your new daddy, because if you ever swear at me again, you will live to regret it!"

 

Again fear made me grow quiet. Something started to seem wrong with me. I found that I was having a hard time being mad or anything for that matter. My mind seemed to be floating away but at the same time it seemed to make me sick to my stomach. My thoughts even started to jumble all together in my mind and when I tried to say something about it; it came out nothing but nonsense. It was now that I remembered the needle the man used to inject me with.

 

"frawhatdiidyougiveme!" Was my slurred response. I couldn't help it, I suddenly found it hard to speak and my words started to slur together.

 

I heard the guy snicker once more. "About time that started working."

 

Again I tried to ask him what he gave me, but that time it was even more unintelligible then it was the last time. The floating sensation seemed to get worse, which only increased my nausea. Starting to feel sick I found myself again wishing for my mommy.

 

Crying, I tried once again to say something, but suddenly, I felt my whole insides heaving out of me!

 

"Damn it kid! Can't you handle your pharmaceuticals!"

 

I had no idea what he was talking about and at that moment, I really didn't care. For now, all I could do was to continue to heave and vomit all over myself.

 

You know, even drugged like I was, I knew when I started to choke on my own vomit. Lying on my back like I was currently was causing my vomit to not fully clear my mouth and instead, I began to drown in it.

 

"God Damn it kid!" I could hear the guy rush over to me. He then turned me to my side and thumped me several times on my back to get me to stop choking. "I guess I gotta burp you now." He seemed to find this comment of his funny and snickered at it.

 

For the next few minutes he kept me on my side until I had finished vomiting. In the end I was only dry heaving which felt worse than the actual vomiting!

 

Finally no longer puking, I just laid there trying to stop my head from spinning off my neck!

 

"You don't look so good kid!" And as I started to finally black out, I swear I heard a smile in his voice.

 

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I awoke at home and in my own bed. I tried to sit up, but instantly regretted trying to! In pain, I began to whimper.

 

"Mark Sweetie, I am here next to you." I heard my mommy's voice call to me.

 

I turned my head and looked at her. "Mommy!" I cried. "I don't feel so good!"

 

"Shusssssh, Mommy knows." She tried comforting me. "You are real sick, but Mommy is here to make it all better."

 

As I laid there whimpering from the pain and the feeling of being sick, I suddenly remembered about the bad nightmare I had been having! In it, I had been kidnapped by the `Blue Eyeball' killer. As the fear crept into me, I tried to tell my mommy about the terrible dream!

 

"Now, now, Baby, it was just a silly old bad dream and mommy is going to chase it away with the help from Teddy."

 

As Mommy said this, she handed me my stuffed bear, which I grabbed and hugged close to me. Without even thinking about it, I stuck my thumb in to my mouth and instantly started to feel calmer. I still wasn't feeling all that hot, but at least I wasn't as scared, which only compounded everything!

 

Feeling partially better and safer, I was able to remember something about my dream. The memory of wetting myself in my dream made me realize that my diaper was wet. Pulling my thumb out of my mouth, I looked up into my mommy's worried eyes.

 

"Mommy, I peed!" I told her then stuck my thumb back into my mouth.

 

"Okay Baby..." She started to tell me but I pulled my thumb out of my mouth and interrupted her.

 

"I'm not a baby!" I pouted. Of course I didn't consider that at the moment, I looked and was acting every bit the baby.

 

This made my mommy laugh a little, which was good as I could see she had been starting to tear up as well.

 

"Well, you're my baby!" And then she kissed my nose which made me smile and giggle a little.

 

"Baby, it is so nice to hear you laugh!" Mommy smiled and tickled my chin a little. "Alright, let's get my little stinker changed!"

 

Again I giggled as Mommy said this. You know, in those few seconds, I think I actually felt a 110% better. They are right when they say laughter is the best medicine!

 

When mommy pulled back my blankets, I noticed that I was wearing my Spiderman pajamas with the feet on them. This was a pair I would not be caught dead wearing, by my friends, Craig or Randy. As they would just make fun of me. They already think of me as the baby of the group.

 

"Now I am the one calling myself a baby!" I suddenly thought to myself.

 

As for the pajamas, even though I don't wear them in front of the guys, they are one of my favorite pair to wear in the winter. I love how they keep my feet toasty and warm! They always made me feel nice and snug.

 

Still sucking my thumb and squeezing my teddy bear, I watched with interest as Mommy pulled my Spiderman Pajama bottoms down to reveal my soggy wet diaper.

 

"Boy! My Baby really wet a lot!" I could tell by her voice though that she wasn't teasing me or anything like that.

 

You know, I sometimes wonder if Mommy knows how much I really like diapers! Just from the way she says things about my diapers, it is almost as if she knew I loved to wear them!

 

Mommy seeing how wet I was, went over to my dresser, where she now kept my diapers in the top drawer, along with wipes, cream, and baby powder. She gathered the stuff she needed to clean me up with, and after walking back to my bed, set it all next to me. She then got to work removing the tapes on each side of the diaper.

 

I was currently in a size 7 Pampers cruiser diaper. Now I was actually still small enough to fit in size 6 diapers, but Mommy thought that the size 7 would give me more protection.

 

Mommy was about to remove the front of my Pamper, when I suddenly sprung a leak. "Mommy, I'm peeing!" I shouted my warning out to her just in time!

 

Instead of removing the front, Mommy held the diaper firmly around my leaking doodle! I continued to pee for several seconds and when I was finished, mommy was able to tell by my big smile.

 

"Is my little Baby Markie, all done?" Mommy asked. It didn't register at first why she asked me this even though she knew I was done peeing. It also didn't escape me that for the first time in a couple years, she called me Markie.

 

I just nodded my head yes as I still didn't know what Mommy wanted to know. Because of this, Mommy wasn't too sure about my answer.

 

"Are you sure you're done?" She asked me again, making sure. "Maybe you should try and go poopie and get it all out for Mommy now? That way Mommy doesn't have to clean up her stinky baby boy again a few minutes later."

 

When Mommy said this, I realized finally what she had wanted me to do. I didn't even hesitate and went ahead and pooped for her, filling the back of my diaper. Again, I found myself giggling as I felt the gooey mess enter the back of my diaper and squish all over my butt. I truly loved the feeling of poopie squishing on my butt!

 

You know, I found that I didn't even mind all the baby talk that Mommy was using with me. In fact it helped calm me!

 

Once I was done grunting and filling my diaper with smelly poop, Mommy seemed pleased with me. "That's my good Boy! Are you all done now Baby?" She asked me in a singsong sorta way.

 

"Yes Mommy, I'm all done." I of course confirmed what she had already knew.

 

Mommy got right down to business, she pulled back the soaked diaper and exposed the mess I had just made in it. Using as much of the clean part of the diaper as she could, Mommy tried to clean as much of the poopie with it from my little boy bottom.

 

"Now why was I using these infantile names?" I thought to myself. Of course the answer came to me immediately. "Probably because my mommy was."

 

Mommy then set my dirty pamper aside and opened up the container of baby wipes so that she could finish the job of cleaning the poop and pee off of me. Mommy by now was pretty experienced changing diapers, mine to be exact. Well... maybe a few of Craig's as well. Anyway, because of this, it didn't take her long to clean my bum and my doodle which by the way was stiffening rapidly due to all of the stimulation it was receiving. She then covered my butt and privates with a soothing diaper cream and then she finished it all off by dusting my whole diaper area with a nice coating of baby powder. Mommy then washed her hands before unfolding my new Pampers Cruiser she was going to put on me. About two seconds later, I was snug as a bug, in that Pampers diaper. The finale thing she did was pull my Spiderman pajama bottoms back up over my diaper. She then pulled my covers over me to keep me warm.

 

I don't know why I felt so darn cold in the middle of the summer, but I was freezing and the blankets didn't seem to do much at all. So I asked Mommy if I could get another blanket as I was still cold. She nodded her head and left my room for a moment, only to return a few minutes later with 2 heavy winter blankets. As she covered me with them, she took the time to inform me that I had guests.

 

"Markie, your little friends Craigy and Randy are here to visit you, do you feel up to seeing them?" Mommy asked in a babyish voice.

 

Not feeling as good as I should, but wanting badly to see the other two diapered Amigo's, I nodded my head yes.

 

"Yes Mommy, I would love to see them."

 

Before she called my friends into my room, Mommy tried to help me sit up in bed a little so that I could be more comfortable while speaking with my friends.

 

"Okay boys, you can come in now." My mommy called out to the 2 that I knew were just out in the hall, that is Randy and Craig.

 

The guys entered and were both looking sad, but at least were trying to put on a brave front for me.

 

"Heya Mark little Buddy, how ya doing?" Randy asked me trying to be upbeat.

 

"You look like road kill!" Craig stated trying to be funny.

 

I giggled as the guys sat down cross-legged at the foot of my bed. I couldn't help wondering if they were both diapered or not? I knew that for the most part, Craig was now diapered 24-7 like me, but I wasn't sure about Randy. He only wore occasionally and even then he had to buy his behind his family's back. Because of this, he rarely wore them.

 

I found myself staring at Randy's shorts trying to figure out if they looked a little bulkier than usual. I guess he must have known what I was doing, because Randy suddenly smiled. Getting up from my bed, Randy pulled down his shorts, showing me a very wet Pamper size 6 diaper.

 

"I decided to wear one just for you!" Randy grinned ear to ear as he told me this.

 

Not wanting to be left out, Craig informed Randy and me that he too was wearing a diaper. "Of course my mom put me in a clean diaper before we came here." He stated, wanting to show me and Randy that he was also showing his support.

 

I don't know why the next question popped into my head, but I suddenly found myself curious to know. "So Randy, have you tried pooping in your diaper yet?" I asked.

 

Randy just looked at me disgustingly. "I may like to wear and wet a diaper every once in a while, but I'm not gross like you two!" He said without thinking how it sounded to Craig and me.

 

I decided not to press him on it and let the remark slip. Craig on the other hand wasn't so willing to do this.

 

"You know Randy; you can really be a jerk at times!" He said vehemently.

 

Trying to change the subject, I asked the guys what they been up to since we got out of school for the summer.

 

"Oh, you know. Same-o same-o." Randy stated as he shrugged shoulders.

 

Craig was a little more informative, and it seemed as if he had gotten over his anger with Randy for the moment. "I signed up for softball yesterday." He announced happily. "Practice starts next week."

 

Now both Randy and I knew this, but for some reason, Craig couldn't see it! Basically, it is the fact that Craig was terrible when it came to ball playing. For starters, he was afraid of the ball, so every time one came towards him in deep right field, he would close his eyes while sticking his mitt out. I guess he hoped it would just see his mitt and decide to land there. This of course meant that for the most part, he never came close to catching the ball. If he did, it was by complete coincidence. The next thing was one that tended to scare the opposing team's catcher or even the umpire behind the plate. It was the fact that if Craig managed to hit the ball, which was rarely, he would get too excited and in his excitement and rush would throw the bat behind him. A lot of times it would hit the catcher. Because of this, last year the coach actually taped the bat to Craig's right hand every time he got up to bat. This way he couldn't throw it! None of this matter though because he loved to play no matter how terrible he was!

 

"We're going to see that new Disney Movie." Randy announced and broke me from my thoughts about Craig's softball abilities.

 

"Cool! I wish I could go with you guys!" I told them. "I hate being sick." At this I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up again.

 

"Hey man, are you okay!" Randy asked just as I started to dry heave. "I guess not!" He added.

 

"I'll go get your Mom!" Craig shouted and got up to do just that.

 

He returned a few moments later with my mommy tailing behind him. I was still dry heaving when she entered the room.

 

"Oh my poor Baby!" Mommy said as she saw me.

 

Mommy then pulled back my blankets enough to expose my tummy, which strangely was no longer in my PJ top. I wasn't sure what had happened to it. I decided I must have been delirious when I thought I saw it on me earlier. Anyway, Mommy just started to rub my tummy soothingly until I finally stopped dry heaving. But now I found that I was crying from the discomfort of what just happened.

 

"Do you want some Pepto?" Mommy asked me softly.

 

I nodded my head. "Yes Mommy." I sobbed. Even though I couldn't stand the stuff, I knew it was better than what just happened.

 

"Okay, I will be right back Baby." Then Mommy quickly left my room and I was alone once again with Randy and Craig.

 

I noticed that Craig was crying and I didn't know why he was. I knew why I was, but his tears seemed to make no sense. I did notice though that I couldn't stand seeing Craig cry. I knew that there was some strange feelings going on between Craig and me, but I think he is just as confused as I am about them. So far, neither of us has actually talked about it, though I was pretty sure Craig wanted to as badly as I did.

 

"What are you crying about?" Randy demanded to know and punched Craig in the arm. Not knowing it, Randy had effectively ruined the moment between me and Craig. "It is Mark who was throwing up! By the looks of it, you would think you were feeling the same thing he was!" Randy mocked Craig.

 

Craig just wiped his tears away with his hands and gave Randy an angry look. "Shut-up Randy!" He snapped.

 

Randy was about to respond but that was when Mommy re-appeared with the Pepto-Bismol in one hand and a spoon in the other. Back at my side, Mommy then carefully filled the spoon and stuck it in my mouth. She then poured a 2nd spoonful and put that in my mouth as well. For my part, I swallowed the chalky tasting substance and grimaced at its particular texture. For some reason, they think by adding flavor to the stuff, that kids would actually like it. But with that awful texture, I can positively say they completely failed! Still, again, it was more preferable than my stomach constantly feeling like it was and trying to heave.

 

"Okay boys, I think it is time to say goodbye and let Mark get some sleep." My mommy informed them.

 

Both Randy and Craig said goodbye and wished me to get better soon. Then, they were gone.

 

"Okay Baby, I want you to get some sleep for Mommy." She instructed me. "Do you need to be changed?" She asked.

 

I shook my head no but she decided to see for herself. Now if I had felt better I might have asked her why she would ask me if I needed changed if she was only going to not believe me and check for herself anyway. She of course found a dry diaper as I hadn't yet gone since she had changed me last.

 

Mommy then pulled the blankets up over me again as I started to shiver once again. I then drifted off to sleep...

 

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I was abruptly awakened by someone slapping my bare stomach suddenly with their hand. At first I screamed in pain but that came to an end when someone grabbed my jaw. Like earlier, the man's hand squeezed my jaw so hard I thought he was going to break it. I also came to horrifyingly realize, that what I had thought was the nightmare, was in fact my reality!

I was actually in a kidnapper's clutches and I had no way to escape!

 

 

 

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