This is the continued story of
Simon’s Journal.
I would highly recommend you read the first volume of this story,
Simon’s Journal Thirteen Days – The First Crusade
before you begin this
novel.
The following narrative is nearly a complete
work of fiction.
Any similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely
unintentional.
If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their
awakening sexuality is offensive or illegal in your area, then might I suggest
you go read War and Peace or something equally stimulating.
Simon's
Journal
Volume II
Thirteen Nights – After
the Crusade
Written by
Danny
Author of Thirteen Days
Tuesday, March 09, 2004 – Parts Unknown
I had fallen asleep again. I knew it for sure this
time because I had been brought back to consciousness as the van drew to a stop
and I was once again treated to the pleasure of having two pairs of heavy boots
kicking into me as the men shoved themselves out the rear door of the van.
With no more ceremony then when I had been dumped
inside the night before, I was dragged back out again, although only halfway,
with my shoulders still resting on the carriage floor and my legs dangling
outside. A sharp rap on the head silenced the squeak of pain I let out at
having been left in such an uncomfortable position.
“Shut up, you!” the command came in the low,
disguised voice I now was sure belonged to Detective Segal.
“We leavin’ or tak’n ‘is t’ing out of da van?” Doc
asked, his accent seeming to get worse the more he talked.
“So we were in a van!” I proudly thought to myself.
“If we ever expect get anything for that lot we
best be bringing it with us, don’t you think?” came Segal’s quick reply. “Runt
is taking the van down and ditching it soon as we get the other boy unloaded.”
“RUNT!” I screamed inside of my head, “I knew it!”
I felt myself again being grabbed and then a shout
rang out, “Hey dat blanket’s all wet!” Doc exclaimed, “How you t’ink dat ‘appen?”
“Oh brother!” I heard Segal groan and I must admit
I took a small amount of pleasure knowing Doc had been contaminated with me
pee. Segal continued groaning as he worked up to a full growl, “How stupid can
one man get? The kid obviously pissed myself now didn’t he?”
“Oh dat is jus’ plain disgustin’!” Doc shouted.
“Why don’t you be a little louder, I don’t think
the sheriff’s office cross town heard you the first time.” Segal snapped at Doc
and then as if he were trying to explain something to a little child he spoke
in a sort of broken pause, “The—kids—still—wears—diapers;
That—is—why—we—have—some—in—the—van—remember?”
“Well ‘o’s gonna change ‘em?” Doc’s voice cracked
nervously.
“Oh the hell with him; let him lay there in his own
piss for all I care!” Segal barked.
With that I felt someone grab my ankles and I was
pulled out of the van and my upper body came crashing down to the ground with a
heavy thud.
I let out a big groan that got me another rap on
the head with what felt like someone’s boot. “I done told ya to shut it!” Segal
commanded again.
Unfortunately the force of my body crashing against
the hard ground was all it took for my bowels to release into the blanket.
Oddly enough, I had forgot that I had needed to go before falling asleep in the
van but now that I’d crapped myself, I found the warmth of my poop against my
bottom and the back of my legs somewhat comforting but only for a minute or so
before it started to cool and I started to get cold all over again.
“Put all his stuff except them diapers over in them
their bushes and stuff them diapers in this here sack while I get the other
one.” Segal ordered to Doc.
I lay motionless on the ground gasping for air as
the wind had been knocked out of me when he hit the ground and for the first
time I realized I was still wearing my plastic body armor.
In the distance I could hear the sound of water and
a faint deep toned horn. I had never heard a horn sound like that before but
imagined it was what a ship horn would sound like so I assumed that is where
they were taking me next and I was right.
Soon I heard the van start up again and pull away,
then felt what must have been the bag of diapers being dropped on my stomach.
Two hands gripped my ankles and another set of hands took hold of the blanket
near my shoulders and lift me into the air.
The two men carried me farther then when they had
removed me from wherever it is I had been kept after the accident. I could hear
the sound of crunching gravel again with each of their steps they took, which
eventually turn to more of a clopping sound like that of a horse. It took me a
few minutes to realize that what I was hearing was the two men walking on
something wooden, like very loose floor boards that creaked and groaned with
each step. Hearing the ‘clop clop’ of their boots hitting the wood and the
smelling the salt water on the cold morning air as again it blew through the
now, very wet and soiled blanket helping me to piece together that we must be
at some kind of boat dock somewhere far from home. As the wind cut through the
blanket goose bumps arose on my skin and sent shivers rolling up my spine as me
teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
Thud! Thud! Two more raps to the head. “Stop making
those infernal noses or well just drop you in the ocean and be done with ya!”
came Segal’s now usual growl.
“The ocean?” I thought, “I must have been out of it
a lot longer then I had previously thought.”
It took some time to get where we were going,
several times I felt as though they were carrying me up a hill feet first
because all m blood kept running to my head and causing me a huge amount of
pain.
After a final long descent, which was much less
uncomfortable since it meant my head was higher then the rest of my body for a
change, my two captors, Segal and Doc stopped. They dropped me with a thump to
the ground as if I were already dead and unable to be hurt anymore, but I was
still alive and it did hurt a lot; especially because it was my head that hit
first leaving me dazed and confused for several minutes. However, it wasn’t the
ground I had landed on this time, it was something else, not hard metal like
the van floor or solid like the ground had been when they had pulled me from
the van and just let me drop. No this was solid but at the same time soft. I
was completely at a loss as to where I was now.
Seconds after I had hit there was another thudding
sound down by my feet and I wondered if that had been the sound of the “other
boy” Segal had mentioned back at that van. I also wondered if he was still
alive since I hadn’t heard a single sound from him during our entire journey.
And then I had a horrible thought, “What if it was Jamie?”
I lay there in the bundle for a very long time but
didn’t know just how long. It felt like several hours and I thought I might
have even fell sleep again, or maybe lost consciousness due to all the blows to
the head I have been taking; but I wasn’t so very sure just how long or if I
had really drifted away from consciousness or not since I was still rapped in
total darkness.
I could hear nothing and felt no movement of the
air around me though it was still quite cold. So I assumed that I was inside
somewhere, but where? My stomach rumbled and for the first time I realized I
was very hungry and I suddenly realized just how very thirsty I was.
“All right! All right! Relax boys; I will take care
of him. After all, where’s he going to run to in the middle of the Atlantic
Ocean?” I heard the sound of a women’s voice flavored with a hint of a Jamaican
accent. She was talking from a distance and then I again heard footsteps coming
closer to where I lay motionless and frightened that she was coming to kill me.
“All right now child! I am going to let you out of
that there blanket.” The lady said and I assumed she was talking to me and not
the other boy just then. “You are stinking up the place with your vile stench!
Those wise-guy wanna-be’s say you have to be tied and blindfolded. If you agree
not to make a peep or try to run, I will get you out of there and into a dry
diaper. Maybe you be more comfortable and stay a little warmer.”
“So we have gone to sea,” I thought to myself, “I
could take this chance to make a break for it but like the lady said, where
would I go if we are out in the middle of the Atlantic?” So I resigned myself
to staying quiet and hope they would at least give me something to eat and
drink. Another thought flashed across me mind, “This lady is about to see me
naked and covered in poop and pee! Maybe I could just tell her that I didn’t
really need diapers?”
However that thought lasted only a moment and was
replaced with, “Without the diapers, would they come and let me use a bathroom
when I needed to or would they just let me set in my own filth as they had done
before?” No, I decided it was better to just let her put a diaper on me.
I tried to answer her through the blanket; “I wall
'e gud?” is how it must have sounded from the outside but I guess she
understood it well enough because I could feel the lady tugging at the ropes
that were rapped around me as they loosen and fall away.
“Ok, now close your eyes and don’t you try
peeking.” She ordered in a tone not unlike the man I thought to be Segal but
coming from her it didn’t sound so . . . deadly!
I did as I was told as the blanket was pulled away
and a large cloth, I think it might have been a cloth diaper, was placed over
my face and pinned very tight at the back of my head. I was even colder now
without the blanket and though I was trying not too, my body kept twitching and
shivering against the cold. Once she had me adequately blindfolded the lady
took hold of my arms, stretched them over my head causing the muscles in my
chest to be stretched thus pulling on my ribs reminding me how tender they
still were. She pulled me backward so that I was now lying on my back with my
arms stretched over my head and then she tied me down in that position. Though
I couldn’t see, in my minds eye I imagined that in that stretched out position
I must have resembled someone being stretched out on a medieval torture rack.
After a couple seconds the discomfort in my chest
diminished until it was completely gone. That is when I heard the voices of two
men who’d brought me here, shouting from far away but I couldn’t understand
what was being said by either of them.
When I felt the lady take a hold of the blanket and
pull it open, exposing my wet and soiled body, instantly the cold air hit me
and I gasped.
“Yes its cold out here darling but soon you will be
dry and fairly warm again.” The woman cooed.
For a brief moment he felt something cold and hard
touch his skin just over his right shoulder that caused his body to go ridged.
“Do not worry; I am only going to cut this plastic
thing off you.” She said soothingly.
“Oh please don’t!” I said before I realized I
should not have spoken.
I heard the lady sign as I felt her loosed then
remove the ropes that she had used to tie my hands. I still did not move but
left my arms in the same position as they had been when they had been tied.
She took my arms and brought them down to my side
before lifting my shoulders only a couple inches off of what ever it was I was
laying on and pulled the blanket down across my back to my waist and off my
arms. I could really feel the cold so much more now and could smell the sea air
as it filled my nose mingled with the fowl odors emanating from the blanket. I
couldn't help but allow my mind to wonder as I questioned to myself if we were sailing
north toward icy waters. I’m not sure why but she again took my arms and
returned them to their out stretched position above my head. She tied them in
place again and I thought I was going to cry as felt the ropes tighten around
my wrists.
Feeling her grasp my ankles as if I were a baby she
hoisted them into the air and I felt the blanket peal off my bottom and the
backs of my legs. She lowered my feet and began to remove the shoes Doc had
place on me. She let each shoe drop the floor with a sort of hollow thud.
Now, I suppose I had been imprisoned in the blanket
for so long that I'd grown use to the odor but now that the blanket was gone
and I was again breathing fresh air I felt myself missing the blanket as I
realized I was laying there completely nude, save for my plastic armor and what
felt to be an ample slathering of my own waste.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as I had
become very much aware of the fact that my face had flushed red with
embarrassment. I was totally exposed to some strange lady and my little boyhood
member seemed to be aware of this fact and was beginning to awaken which caused
me a great deal of embracement. I was so grateful that my face was covered by
the cloth and my brain stopped for a moment as I thought to myself, “Grateful
to be blindfolded?” I couldn't help but to let a giggle slip passed my lips but
I don't believe she had head anything for if she had, she didn't let on at all.
I felt her lay a hand on my left side, just below
my plastic armor, "Does this hurt?" she asked as the pressed lightly.
A small but sharp stabbing pain caused me to
quickly inhale and served to take my mind off my boyhood member who seemed to
go back to sleep, at least for the time being.
I nodded my head and grunted, "Yes!"
"Did those two S.O.B.'s give you these
bruises?" she asked in an angry voice.
Fearing that she'd confront the men that had
abducted me and then having them come to kick me more, I lay quiet and prayed
that she would let the matter drop. But she didn't.
"What is this for?" she asked patting my
plastic armor.
I started to tell her but only got out, "For
my," before I started crying. I've no idea why I started balling but as
soon as it started I couldn't stop it and in a matter of seconds I was balling
like a baby with my blindfold catching all of my tears.
Odd thing was that though I had begun crying so
hard, she didn't seem to take any notice of me but instead busied herself with
cleaning the filth from my tender skin. When she again grabbing my heals somehow
instinct kicked in and I lifted his bottom several inches into the air to allow
her to easily reach my backside but the lady still lifted up my feet, pulling
my legs into the air as she scrubbed me raw. However, this time she didn’t
lower me back down but kept my lower half in the air. After a fashion of time I
heard what obviously had to be a fresh disposable diaper being shaken open and
then felt it being slide under me. As she then lowered me down on top of it I
remembered something she had said to me and I realized that she had been right;
it already felt more comfortable just feeling the dry Diaper as it came into
contact with my bottom.
A loud noise from the other side of the room broke
the near silence causing my whole body to tense. “Aren’t you finished in there
yet? Came the low gravely voice of Segal.
“I WILL BE DONE WHEN I AM DONE!” The lady screamed
so loudly that my entire body leaped into the air several inches. Had it not
been for the ropes around my wrists I have no doubt what-so-ever that I would
have fallen to the floor
Again a loud noise from the other side of the room
crashed and I knew it now to be a door being slammed.
As if nothing had just happened the lady continued
her work while being swift and gentle with the skills of a mother. In no time I
was tightly tucked into a clean dry disposable diaper and even blindfolded I
knew it was thinker then any disposable diaper I had ever worn because I
couldn't get my legs together and my lower back felt like it was being held in
the air a couple inches at least.
Still crying but as hard as before I listening to
each small noise the lady made, I knew she was now picking up the wet and
soiled blanket and placing it in what I thought was probably a plastic bag from
the crinkling sound it made. I was left alone for several minutes while she
busied herself with other things. I again became aware of just how cold the
room was since I was laying there sprawled out wearing nothing but a diaper and
a cloth over my face.
I shivered and this must have caught the woman’s
attention, “Oh you are cold; I will get something to cover you up.”
I heard her take a few steps away from me and
return almost as quickly. “Ok, this should do . . .” She stopped in
mid-sentence and I felt her lay another scratchy wool blanket over me. It must
have been thick as it felt heavy all over my body. She tucked the edges of the
blanket in around me stopping at my feet. She lifted the blanket off my feet
and then proceeded to tie a rope around them as well with his angles placed
firmly together. After she had my feet bound and then tucked in tight under the
blanket she moved back up by my head and made sure the blanket was tucked
tightly under my chin to ensure I was kept warm.
Hearing what I thought was her gathering the bag
filled with the wet and soiled blanket as she was preparing to leave I thought
I would try to see if she would bring me something to eat. “Miss?” I said
softly so not to sound demanding and mostly not to have Segal and Doc hear me
talking.
She answered me with a simple, “Yes?”
“I am very hungry.” I said.
Saying nothing the woman left the room and closed
the door.
I guessed it had been about twenty minutes that I
had been left alone, though I really had no sense of time really, when I again
heard the door open and someone coming in. I now knew from the sound of the
footsteps that it was the lady returning and she was alone.
“Are you still awake?” She asked with an almost
caring sound to her voice.
I turned my head to where her voice came from.
“Uhuh” I said beneath his cloth blindfold.
“Good, I am going to remove the blindfold from your
mouth and nose, lift your head and give you something that will take away the
hunger. You must drink it all and no spitting it out!” she again sounded rough
like Segal.
She did just as she had said and pulled the
blindfold up just enough so the end of my nose just peeked out from under the
cloth. Placing a hand under my head she lifted it until she could get a bowl to
my lips. I helped to crane my neck up as far as I could stretch with my arms
still bound above my head. I opened my mouth and began to swallow. It was a
thick warm and gritty substance, tasted very salty and smelled of fish that had
turned bad. I had no idea what she was poring into my and my bodies instinct
was to spit it out but I was to scared of what might happen if I didn’t do as I
had been told and because I was so incredibly hungry, I forced myself to
swallow every bit of the stuff.
Within no time at all she had fed me all of it,
replaced the cloth over my face and promptly headed for the door.
I squeaked out, “Thank you!” just before the door
closed again.
I lay there fighting my gag reflexes as my tongue
licked around my teeth at the after taste of the disgusting stuff I had just
been forced to eat. I thought to myself, “It would be a bad thing to vomit the
stuff back out since my face is covered. I might drown myself!” Never in my
life had I ever tasted anything so disgusting. I swallowed hard against the
back of my tongue hoping to get the taste out of my mouth but it was no use,
the taste lingered.
Having been freshly diapered, blindfolded, bound
hand and foot, covered with a very heavy blanket and having a belly about half
filled with what my mind now called ‘The Sludge’. I began to feel tired, my
head started to spin; I felt as though I were falling into a deep dark hole and
a moment later I was asleep.
I awoke feeling very groggy and confused. I had the
feeling that I was being shaken and it took several minutes before I realized I
was in fact moving. “No!” I shouted in my head, “I’m not moving the room is
moving!” only that last part came out his mouth.
“Ah oh! He’s awake!” came the voice of Doc.
I felt a hard blow to the side of my ribs, “Shut-up
you!" but the blow didn't hurt, not the way it had been intended because
my plastic armor had protected me that time.
“I thought I told you to give him another injection
before leaving the blood boat.” Growled Segal.
“Dere weren’t time and besides you was de one in
such a 'urry ta get 'way from . . . from dat lady!” Doc sassed, “Ya know, I
t'ink you is scared of 'er.”
“Another minute on that boat with the two of you
and I would have been guilty of three crimes! Kidnapping and a double homicide!
But then it wouldn’t have been a double homicide, it would have been justice!”
The two of you are enough to drive anyone over the edge!” Segal shouted and
then there was the smack of flesh on flesh and Doc let out a whimper.
Realizing that I and my two captors were again on
the road, I couldn’t help but feel the rush of fear overcome him again.
"You t'ink de o'der one will make it?"
Doc asked sounding as though he was still trying to sooth his wounded feelings.
"Far as I am concerned, she should just toss
the runt in the ocean and be done with the whole mess." Segal growled.
Thought I was very much interested in that last
statement of Segal's I couldn't help but to drift in and out of consciousness
for the next hour or so before the drugs had nearly completely worn off enough
for me to remain awake. I was sore all over and felt very weak; I also realized
I was lying on my stomach face down on the floor. Trying to move or roll over I
found that I was bound tighter then when I had fallen asleep. My arms were behind
my back, my feet crossed over each other and tied so tight that they hurt if I
tried to move them at all. I also was rapped in another scratchy wool blanket
that reeked of urine and I though it must be the same one from before. By
wiggled my hips and grinding my groin into the floor of the vehicle I was able
to tell that I was not just wet, but completely soaked again and that’s when I
figured out that I must have wet so much that I flooded the diaper and it
leaked. However that idea was hard for me to believe given the fact that the
diaper the Jamaican sounding lady had put me in had felt to thick. I wiggled a
little more and realized that I was no longer wearing that same diaper and from
the feel of it, it felt more like a cloth diaper now. There was no crinkling
sound so I assumed I did not have on plastic pants. "That's just
dumb!" I said to myself, forgetting for just a moment where I was and why.
Another kick to my side, which caused an odd sort
of cracking sound, knocked the wind out of me but didn't hurt as much as I
thought it should. “Stop all that squirming around!” Segal grunted while
kicking me several more times.
“That will keep you still!” Segal laughed.
I gasped for air as I began to cry again. The kicks
were enough to start an asthma attack; panic hit me like an avalanche. I gasped
and sucked but I couldn’t get any air at all. I was now squirming against my
bindings and flopped around wildly. Segal was kicking me harder and harder, to
the back, to the stomach and then one good kick to my head and everything went
dark.
I came around again as the vehicle my captors had
placed me in was coming to a stop. My head was aching from the kick that had
knocked me out and my body felt as though a truck had run me over. The vehicle
lurched to a stop at last, and I was once again treated to the pleasure of
having two pairs of heavy boots jabbing and kicking into me as the men shoved
themselves out the door. I heard a noise that sounded like a bear growling but
the noise then turned to a grunt and I decided it wasn't a bear at all but
Segal. He must have been stretching or something.
Then, with no more care than when I had been pulled
from the first van, I was yanked out and allowed to drop to the ground. I
couldn’t help but cry from the pain but for some reason Segal and Doc; they
didn’t kick or hit me to get me to stop this time.
However, a moment later I felt someone grab hold of
the blanket and left my upper body off the ground, “One more time! Just one
more sound and I am going to reach in and pull your tongue out of your head!”
the command came in a low, angry voice from Segal before he again let me drop.
“We leavin’ 'is stuff out 'ere dis time? Doc asked
while holding me in place with a single boot resting on my chess. The pressure
was enough to remind me of the asthma attack I had while still back in the
confines of the vehicle and I still felt the pain from the boot beating I had
received due to the attack.
“We are if we ever expect to see a dime for any of it,”
came the quick reply. “We will leave it all here with the truck until we get
back.”
“How 'bout de extra diapers?” asked Doc. “Do we
leave 'em 'ere too?”
Segal cleared his throat with a snort and spit,
“Why not? Weren’t nothing said about delivering him with any stuff, now was
there? We just take him as he is and get rid of him one and for all!”
I heard Doc say something that sounded like,
“Flimble gimbledy.”
“Let’s get on with it. Here I’ll take the feet
again, you get the head.” Segal ordered. I felt myself being once again being
transported by the two villains. To where? And to what? At least the grim boat
and truck rides appeared to be over. It did not seem to me that anything could
be as bad as those had been. At the very least, I might soon be having the
smothering blanket and blindfold removed, hopefully be able to get out of the
soaked diaper and to be able to see once again. It didn’t much matter to me
what I looked upon as long as I was no longer imprisoned in a wet diaper and a
suffocating blanket encamped by darkness.
I was only lugged a short distance on level ground
and then up several very loudly creaking steps, I heard an old style bell ring;
it was muffled and distant as if deep inside a building.
“You sure dey’re expetin’ us at dis godly witch'n
hour?" Doc asked with more then a hint of trembling to his voice.
Segal, sounding like he was able to go nuclear on
Doc snapped back, “It is called an ungodly witching hour you ass!”
And not missing a beat Segal continued, “When else
would we be coming with this kind of delivery you simple minded fool? In the
bright sunshine?” Segal snorted. “Of course they’re expecting us. Don’t think
they don’t know how everything’s done. It’s their business. Now, don’t you go—“
He stopped at the sound of a door handle turning,
and a door opening with all the special effects of a bad horror movie.
“We’ve got the uh . . . package,” Segal grunted
under his breath.
Next Installment:
Chapter 11 –
Wednesday, March 10, 2004 – Out of the Frying Pan
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