The Three Diapered Amigos

Book III: The Kidnapping

 

Written by JD © August 2013

 

 

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Chapter 4: Mark's Nightmare Continues!

Mark:

 

The man continued to squeeze my jaw tightly even after I stopped screaming. "You are such a filthy disgusting little boy!" He growled in my face and I could once again smell the spearmint on his breath. "Only animals shit on themselves! Are you a stupid animal?" He asked with such force that his spit hit my face.

 

"N-n-n-na-na-na-no!" I stutter badly as I was quite afraid of what he might do to me.

 

The man finally let go of my jaw, which felt like it had been put into the vise lock on my Dad's workroom bench in the basement of our house. I was sure he bruised it as my jaw ached like crazy where it had been clenched.

 

"Well, I am not cleaning it up! You can just lie in your own filth then!" He shouted before I heard him walk away. You know, for some reason, I got the feeling that he enjoyed this.

 

As I silently cursed the man, I heard a door open, then close on the far side of whatever room I was in. I was pretty sure that the guy had left and I was now by myself in the room. I wasn't sure how yet, but I was definitely going to see if I could somehow try and escape. Now that I have a chance, that is.

 

I tried to move on the table, but for some reason, I wasn't able to. Now this didn't make sense as I clearly remember that the kidnapper had moved me to my side a few times. And I didn't remember being unstrapped or anything! The strangest thing about it, I didn't even feel restrained. This was very confusing and felt very strange.

 

As I was thinking all this, another realization hit me. I was feeling a weird numbness from everything below my neck. Originally, I had thought that this was due to the chilliness of lying on this table naked. But now I was starting to think it was something else.

 

"Did he make me paralyzed?!" I asked suddenly cried out. "Then again, didn't they say that when you were paralyzed that you couldn't feel anything below where they were paralyzed at?" I continued to ask myself.

 

I was puzzled by this as I definitely could feel my arms, chest, and legs. Right now, they were freezing cold. Shoot, I could even feel my small penis trying to bury itself inside of me as it sought the inner warmth of my body. I also had no problem feeling the wetness from where I peed on myself earlier and where it puddled underneath me. Even the poop that was smashed between me and the table was something I could feel. So, why couldn't I move?

 

I did find that I could move my head slightly since it was no longer pounding as it had been earlier. Still, I wasn't able to move it enough to be able to dislodge the blindfold. God this whole thing was discouraging!

 

"There has to be a way!" I firmly told myself. "Maybe he drugged me with something and as soon as it wears off, I might be able to escape." As much as I wanted to believe this newest thought, I was pretty sure the kidnapper was not dumb enough to just go ahead and make a mistake like that!

 

So I decided that I would have to somehow find a way to make my mind get control back over my body! So I spent the next several minutes just concentrating on trying to move a single finger or maybe a toe. This only resulted in wasting my time as I again failed to get any results.

 

With the only sense I had at my disposal (well, I guess I had my nose but all I could smell was my bodily waste.), I decided to put my ears to work. The room though was deathly quiet; not even the ticking of a clock could be heard. This just increased my frustration and fear. It also didn't help that I felt so miserable lying there in my own urine and fecal mess; freezing to death.

 

"Damn, is it the guy's attention to just let me die from hypa... um hypo..." For the life of me, I couldn't remember how to pronounce the word that people die of when they get too cold. "Oh well!" I said in defeat.

 

My stomach growled and it made me realize how hungry I was. I tried to think how long it had been since I ate, but this was not possible as I was not even sure what day it was, let alone the time. All I knew was that the last time I had eaten was breakfast the day I had been kidnapped. With me being out as much as I have been, it could have been hours since then! Or, it could have been several days for all I knew. I just couldn't tell how long I have been a guest of this kidnapper!

 

After what seemed like days but most likely was only a few hours, I heard the door open again, and the man un-mistakenly reenter the room. Putting my ears back to work now that there was something for them to hear, I could hear what sounded like the noise of plastic bags crinkling as they were placed on a solid sounding surface. If my assumption was correct, it sounded as if the guy had just came into the room with grocery bags. This of course made me wonder if he brought anything to eat.

 

"Mister, I'm hungry." I said in barely audible voice.

 

"What do you think I am boy? A fast food restaurant?" The man laughed at his wit and went back to work with putting things in cupboards. I knew this as I could easily hear the cupboards, as he opened and shut them.

 

Not able to control my emotions, I started to whimper. "Why was this happening to me?" I asked myself. "God! Who did I ever wrong to be put through this?" And I began to cry.

 

Finally I heard the guy groan out of frustration. "Kid, if I clean you up and give you a blanket, will you at least stop that god awful crying!" He snapped at me.

 

Even though the idea of the guy touching me sounded scary, I found myself nodding my head at his offer. Maybe the guy was softening up a little. I felt like I was finally getting somewhere with him. It also hadn't passed me that this guy chose to blindfold me which meant that he didn't want me to be able to recognize him. This gave me some hope that maybe he was going to let me go after he got what he wanted. I mean if he blindfolded me, it was because he didn't want me to be able to identify him.

 

"What's wrong boy, cat got your tongue?" Again the guy chuckled to himself as if he thought he was a clever guy.

 

"Yes!" I sniffled and tried my best to stop crying. Since he sounded like he might be in a better mood I decided to ask him about some food again. Can I also please have something to eat?" I begged him.

 

The guy just sighed. Then I could hear him collect things and I could only assume that they were the supplies he would need to clean me up. When he finally walked back over to me, he did something unexpected. Instead of getting to work cleaning me up, he hefted me onto what felt like his shoulder and carried me into another part of the place where I was being held at. I was then placed on my feet in what I thought felt like a tub. For a moment I was worried as I was sure that I wouldn't be able to stand on my own. But he held me up and I was able to hear what sounded like chains.

 

I didn't have a lot of time to wonder about this. As he lifted my right arm up over my head, I felt a cuff placed around it. He then repeated the same thing with my left arm. Then suddenly, he let go of me and allowed me to dangle from the chains. Between the chains and my feet, I was somehow able to keep from dislocating my shoulders.

 

"That's right boy. Just don't try and move as it will only result in you getting hurt!" He warned me and shortly after, I heard him turn on the water.

 

When the spray from the shower hit me, it was nice and warm and helped heat my body temperature. I guess the shower had one of those hose like attachments as I could feel the water move across my body, cleaning the waste off of it.

 

The guy continued wetting my whole body down and making sure to rinse off my bodily waste that was still stuck to my backside. Within moments, I started to feel much better and with the warmth I even started to feel more control of my own body.

 

"Okay, I am going to soap up a rag and wash you now." The kidnapper stated as he turned off the water. I also felt hope when he sounded a little kinder.

 

As He promised, a few moments later, he started to wash my body roughly with a wash cloth. As I cried a little from the pain caused by his deep scrub job, the guy snickered a little. It was almost as if he was once again enjoying the fact that he was hurting me. To prove my point even further, he suddenly smacked my wet bottom.

 

"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!" I hollered and because of the sudden pain, I was somehow able to jump a little. I of course lost my footing in the bathtub. As promised, as soon as this happened, my arms were almost yanked out of their sockets when the chains kept me from falling.

 

I again hollered out in excruciating pain!

 

"Are you going to stop that crying now? Or do I have to smack your bottom again?" He growled at me in a way that again made it seem as if he enjoyed everything about this.

 

Not wanting to be spanked again, I immediately quieted down and shook my head no. His last smack had managed to get both of my wet boy buns and I was sure if I were able to see them, that I would see a flaming red hand print now on my butt cheeks!

 

The guy then went back to work on washing my body but instead of washing my little doodle, which for some reason was becoming hard through all of this, he avoided it for now. He took great pleasure rubbing the soap into my stinging backside, which only made it sting even worse! He also thoroughly cleaned my butt crack, going as far as slipping a soapy wash cloth covered finger into my little hole back there. I found this very painful but again the guy seemed to be enjoying himself and the pain he was causing me.

 

When he finally washed everything except for my doodle, he used the shower hose to rinse the soap from my body. Again he turned off the water, and I expected the guy to start drying me. What I felt instead though, gave me conflicting feelings. I felt his soapy hands start to wash my little doodle which was still hard. The way he was washing it gave me an amazing feeling that was surging through my body! At the same time though, I hated him even more for manipulating my body like he was. I was upset that this person who kidnapped me could actually make me feel good! Still, there was no denying that I was enjoying the sinful act.

 

As he continued this, my body suddenly stiffened and it felt like I exploding from my doodle! Moments before that happened, I had thought I was about to pee and was amazed when nothing came out; even though it felt like my body was trying very hard to shoot something out of it.

 

"I see you enjoyed that as much as I did!" The man chuckled. "Let's just say that if you behave and do as I tell you, I will give you more tingles like that!" He snickered.

 

As much as I wanted to hate this guy, I also really wanted to experience what had just happened, again! I found this whole thing of course very confusing! I also found myself wanting to make the guy happy with me!

 

I then heard the water turned back on as he quickly rinsed the soap of my doodle. When he was happy that I was rinsed off he again turned off the water and started to dry my body with a large thick towel. Boy did that towel feel soft against my rubbed raw skin!

 

As soon as I was dry, the guy started to remove the cuffs at my wrist and before I could fall or anything like that, he once again grabbed my small naked body and threw it over his shoulder. I was then carted back out to the main room but this time, instead of being placed on that cold metal table, I was laid on a soft surface that felt like an air mattress.

 

"If you know what is best for you, you won't move from that spot... or else!" The guy threatened me.

 

"I don't know why he said it, I couldn't move even if I wanted to."

 

Even though it felt like I might be getting better, I still couldn't move much other than wiggle a little. Hopefully though, this meant that I would eventually have motor control back over my whole body. For now though, I just did as he said and laid there.

 

I could hear him move around the room and soon I was able to smell something good. My mouth started to water at the smell and my stomach growled as well. My only hope was that whatever this guy was cooking, he intended to let me have some of it as well. And as if in answer, the guy soon walked back over to me and I had no trouble smelling the good smell as it came closer. My mood suddenly got better as I was almost sure I was finally going to get something to eat. At least I hoped I was!

 

"Now if I feed you, are you going to shit on yourself again?" He asked me in a way that seemed that he was still enjoying this.

 

"Mister, I can't help it!" I cried. "Didn't you notice my GoodNite I was wearing?" I knew he had to have noticed it as there was no way he could have undressed me without doing so.

 

"Yah, but I just figured you had a leaky faucet was all!" He laughed.

 

Normally I would find this whole conversation with someone I didn't know, very uncomfortable. But I was more afraid of what the guy would do to me when (And it only was a matter of when.), I again messed myself.

 

"I can't help it sir! I have accidents and now with the fact that I can't go to the toilet I will have even more." I tried to explain, afraid that he might respond by spanking me again.

 

"All you got to do is tell me when you got to go and I will make sure you get there." He again laughed. It seemed like he liked the idea watching me use the toilet!

 

"But sir, I don't always know when I got to go right away! I am afraid if I have another accident you will hurt me!" I whimpered.

 

"Alright!" The guy said angrily. "I did by some of those GoodNites for you so you wouldn't pee on my bed. I guess I rather you shit in one of those then all over my bedding!" This time he sounded more sincere.

 

He then went back across the room, taking whatever was smelling good with him. I heard him opening up what sounded like a plastic bag. I assumed he was getting the GoodNites and I soon found I was right. When he came back to me, he slipped what felt like a pull-on diaper up my legs and finally covering my nudity. After that, he pulled some warm blankets over me.

 

"You better tell me if you use that!" I swear I will break your neck if I find out that it leaked on my bed!" Again the guy sounded sincere as he snapped at me before helping me sit up on the bed. I felt myself being supported by a corner. I figured his bed must be in the corner of the room. "Alright, I am going to feed you! Don't mess around or otherwise I will stop and you will be lucky to ever eat again."

 

At this, he spoon fed me a very good tasting stew of some sort. Then again, I was so hungry that I would have enjoyed eating an elephant's butt right at that moment! I quickly finished what he had dished out for me. At least that is what he told me.

 

"Can I have more please?" I begged softly.

 

"Maybe later kid." The guy chuckled. "I am hungry myself and I still need to clean up the mess you made!" At this he seemed to be angry again at the remembrance of me shitting on his table.

 

With food in my stomach, and now warm and clean; I found myself becoming a little sleepy and I couldn't help wondering if the kidnapper had put something in my food to make me drowsy. Soon... no longer able to stay conscious, I fell asleep.