Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 13:40:04 -0400
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: Escape From There Ch. 2

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Escape from There

Chapter 2

I wrapped my arms around him and said, "I know son. If I can ever find out
who did it, they will be in prison for a very long time. When he's a little
older, we can start him on hormones so he'll grow and develop like a normal
lad. Now come on and finish your dinner, it's late and I have to see Oliver
tomorrow."

We finished our meal then took Danny into his room and changed his nappy.
After that was done, I did my nightly routine and crawled into bed setting
the alarm for 7.

It seemed I was barely asleep when the alarm was waking me. I staggered into
the loo and took a leak then put the kettle on for my tea. I went back to my
room and quickly showered and shaved then put on my suit for work. The
electric kettle had the water steaming by the time I came back. I fixed my
morning Earl Grey and toasted a bagel. I checked on Danny and he was still
sleeping soundly. I left him a note telling him I would try to be home by
noon but would be home for tea.

I parked out front and went to the third floor where I immediately saw
Bradley. "What time do you get off?" I asked patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm already off Sir," he said. "I'm just talking with Sandy here before I
head home."

The morning head nurse came to the station and Bradley bid a hasty retreat
towards the lifts. "Who will be assigned with Oliver this morning?" I asked.

"That would be Albert Styles," she said looking at the assignment sheet.

Just then we heard a commotion down the hall and the head nurse took off to
see what was going on. "I'm sorry but you can't go in there," a male voice
said. "Those are the Doctor's orders."

The head nurse said, "Well if you're with her officer."

I finally got close enough to see who was causing the commotion then said,
"She still isn't allowed in that room."

Everyone turned and the head nurse said, "That is Dr. Franklin, the boy's
attending."

The lady tried to quietly leave unseen when I said, "Going somewhere Mrs.
Bingley?"

She stopped in her tracks when I said her name and the officer said, "You
know each other?"

"Yes officer, we do," I said looking at the woman. "She came in last night
and after I saw the state the boy was in after seeing women, I'm not
allowing any woman to see him for right now until I can sort things out. I
told Mrs. Bingley this but she persists in going against my orders."

The officer looked at the woman and said, "You told me this child wasn't
being looked after."

"Lady if you'd just give me some time with him," I said. "If all you want is
his name then you could have gotten that at the nurse's station. Now, what
else do you need?"

"I need to know his details," she said. "I need to know what happened to
him."

"As soon as we find out you'll be the first to know," I said. "It was late
when he came to after your stunt and I thought it best if he got some rest.
I can tell you this though, and that is what ever happened to him was caused
by a woman or women."

"I didn't know," she said.

"Why do you think I asked you to wait until you heard from me?" I asked.
"I'm not going to deny a case worker to see him but what good would it do if
you went to talk with him and he worked himself into hysterics."

"You're right Doctor," she replied. "I do apologize."

"Nothing against you Mrs. Bingley," I said. "I do think you care about young
Oliver but given the situation, I think it best if a male worker had his
case. I believe a woman has abused this lad and this will take a lot of time
for him to get over." I looked at the officer then said, "Now, I don't want
the police trying to hound this boy either. I know it's important for him to
give you a statement about what happened. Are you the officer they sent to
talk with him?"

"Yes Doctor, I am," he said. "The other officer told us about what happened
and she even felt a male would do better."

"I'm going to talk with him and if he's willing, so he will only have to
tell it once, I will have you there so you can record or make notes as to
what happened," I said.

"That sounds more than fair Doctor," the officer said.

Mrs. Bingley looked at me and said, "Dr. Franklin, I did a query into your
license and it is still good. I will recommend that you be allowed to foster
him when he's ready to leave."

"Thank you," I said. "Now if you'll excuse me I would like to see Oliver."

I went inside and Albert was helping him get cleaned up. He had just put a
softer nappy on and I said, "How are you today Oliver?"

Albert got him sitting up in the bed then he said, "Feeling better today
Sir. I had a real nice rest last night."

I went over and did a quick exam on him then I asked, "Do you feel up to
talk with me for a little?"

He looked down then said, "I guess so Sir."

Before I started I said, "There is a young officer out there that needs to
take a statement from you. Would you mind if he sat with us?"

"It's not a woman is it Sir," he asked.

"No son," I replied patting his leg. "It's a man."

"Alright," he said. "If you're gonna be here with me, he can come in."

I got up and went to the door and saw the officer having a cup of tea at the
nurse's station. I walked up to him, "He said you could sit in while I talk
with him. Now I'll ask the questions and if there is any you want asked,
write them down and I'll ask him. Do you have a recorder?"

The officer reached into his jacket pocket and pulled one out along with
some extra tapes if needed. We walked into Oliver's room and approached his
bed. He looked at the officer as I said, "Officer, this is Oliver Jennings."

The officer reached his hand out and said, "Nice to meet you Oliver, I'm
Officer Wilson. But you can call me Evan."

"Nice to meet you Sir," he said.

I pulled up the bed tray and said, "Evan here needs to record your statement
son. Don't worry about it, just talk to talk us."

"Who's gonna ask the questions?" Oliver asked.

"If I have one, can I ask it?" Evan asked.

He thought then said, "I guess so Sir."

I looked at Oliver as Evan turned on his recorder then I asked, "Son, can
you tell me what you were doing in that alley?"

"I was exhausted Sir," he said. "I'd been getting rides and walking for I
dunno, must be a couple weeks now."

"Where were you going?" I asked.

"Dunno where I was going," he said. "I was trying to get as far away from
them as I could."

"Those people," he said.

Evan stepped in and asked, "Who were those people Oliver, and where are
they?"

"I don't know the name of the place," he said. "I don't even know if it has
a name. All the time I was there, I never heard it mentioned. Those people
are a bunch of women who run everything."

"Where are your parents?" I asked.

"Dunno sir," he replied matter of factly. "Never knew em."

"You didn't have parents?" Evan asked.

"None that I ever knew," he replied. "I lived in this dormitory with other
boys."

"How many other boys were in there with you?" I asked.

"Ummm," he said while thinking. "Maybe 4 or 5 of them, all of them younger
than me. They were between 4 and 6 years old."

"What about girls?" I asked. "Were there girls there too?"

"Oh yeah," Oliver said. "There were girls there and they were treated like
royalty."

"Do you know what happened to you?" I asked.

"A little," he said. "I remember waking up one morning after a strange dream
and the nurse came in to change me."

"Change you?" I interrupted.

"Yes Sir," he replied. "I still wore nappies."

"How old are you Oliver?" Evan asked.

"I'm 13 Sir, almost 14" he said.

"Alright son, carry on," I said.

"Well," he said. "I saw this white stuff in my nappy and asked about it but
they said it was nothing to worry about so I thought nothing more about it.
A few days later I woke up with a stiffy and more stuff in my nappy then
they put me in a nappy but no rubber pants then later on that was removed
and I was naked. I had these things on my hands so I couldn't scratch if I
had an itch then they came in and tied my hands apart."

"Were you given food during this time?" I asked.

"Oh yes Sir," he replied. "I got my regular meals then they stretched me
back out on the bed. It didn't hurt."

"Oh," I said. "Please continue son."

He took a sip of water then said, "The next day the doctor came back and
then strapped me to this table. She played with it and when my willy was
stiff they put something in my mouth. A woman started playing with it and I
started getting this funny feeling in my tummy when the doctor shoved her
finger in my bum. I felt weird then it felt like I peed."

"What that the only time this happened?" I asked.

"No Sir," Oliver replied. "Three more times."

"What happened after that?" I asked.

A few days later I was put on a bed with wheels then something was shoved in
my bum and I don't remember anything until I woke up," Oliver said. "I was
very sore and in a lot of pain. My bum and willy hurt really bad and I was
always having to get changed. I would soil my nappy and I could never tell
when I went. I do remember before I knew when I was going."

"How long ago did this happen, Oliver," I asked.

"I dunno Sir," he said. "But I knew I didn't like wearing nappies so that's
when I decided to run away from there. One day I hid on the supply truck and
when we got far away I started running. I was so tired, hungry and thirsty I
must have passed out."

"Were there any older men there?" Evan asked.

"Yes Sir," he said. "But they all worked in the fields."

"What did the girls do?" I asked.

"Other then go to school, nothing."

I thought about what Evan and I had just heard then said, "Well Oliver, I
think that tells us everything we need for now. If we think of something
else, I will ask you."

I looked at him and telling us his tale was getting to him. I was rubbing
his hand when the door opened and Danny came in. He saw Oliver about to let
loose it and he walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. Oliver
fell into Danny's arms and just started crying. "What happened, Dad," He
asked.

"We know what happened to him now," I said. "It wasn't pretty either."

Evan and I walked into the hall while Danny calmed Oliver. "Shh now," Danny
said softly. "It's over now mate and you're safe."

"What's gonna happen to me Danny," Oliver said through the tears.

"Don't worry about that," Danny said. "Dad will handle that."

"Do you think he would let me live with you?" Oliver said. "I really like
you Danny."

Danny kicked his shoes off and climbed into the bed with Oliver and said,
"I'll talk with him. I like you too and I wouldn't mind having a little
brother."

Danny knew that it would have to come out sometime and he didn't want it
there at home after he'd fallen more in love with him than he already had.
"Oliver," he said softly holding his hand. "There is something you should
know about me."

Oliver looked at Danny and asked, "What's that?"

"Um well you see mate," Danny started "Oliver, I'm gay. I don't like girls."

"I don't like girls either, mate," Oliver said.

"I don't think you understand," Danny said. "I don't like girls as in for
girlfriends."

"After what they've done to me Danny, I don't think I could trust another
woman," Oliver said. "What girl would want me?"

Oliver hugged Danny then broke wind soiling his diaper. "What girl would put
up with this Danny," Oliver said.

Danny rang for the nurse then said, "Whoo man, you are strong?"

"Sorry Danny," Oliver said as Albert came in.

"Can I help you Oliver?" Albert asked.

"Uh I soiled myself Sir," Oliver said softly.

Albert got his things and said, "You don't have to call me sir, Oliver. You
can call me Albert. I see you have a mate."

"I hope he'll be my brother," Oliver said. "Dr. Franklin might foster me."

"Oh that will be nice," Albert said as he lowered the covers and loosened
the tabs on the nappy.

Oliver turned red as the stench filled the room. "I'm sorry Albert."

"Nothing to be sorry for son," he said as he picked Oliver's legs up and
carefully wiped his bum "It all has to come out sometime."

Danny looked over and said, "Albert, could I trouble you for a favor when
you're done with Oliver?"

"Do you need one too little man?" Albert asked as he continued to clean
Oliver."

"I'm afraid so," he said taking his trousers off.

After carefully washing Oliver's bum and rectum, he placed him on a clean
nappy with an insert in it to help catch all the liquid from his bowels and
bladder. "This should help keep you a little dryer mate;" he said as he
lotioned and powdered Oliver's groin."

"This feels really nice, Albert," Oliver said as he felt the nappy being
secured around his body.

Albert went around and changed Danny next and Oliver quietly gasped when he
saw Danny without his nappy. "Your willie is huge mate," Oliver whispered
softly into Danny's ear.

"That's the only part of me that isn't small," Danny whispered back.

Oliver stuck his hand into his nappy and felt around to see if he was like
Danny. "Albert something's wrong, where are my balls?" He cried. "ALBERT,
WHERE ARE MY BALLS?"

I was standing out side talking with Evan when I heard Oliver scream. I
hurried inside as Danny was half changed holding onto Oliver. "Easy now
son," I said. "Look, I can't lie to you. They were removed by the doctors
where ever you were. Why this was done, I don't know."

"I can't believe they did this," he cried. "God I hate them."

Danny held him as he cried. Albert managed to get his nappy secured with
Danny on his side. When Albert left the room, Danny stuck his hand down
Oliver's nappy and said, "I kinda like it mate."

"I don't know why," he replied. "I got no bollocks. I'm worse than a girl."

"No you're not," Danny said. "I happen to love you just like you are."

Albert knocked on the door and said, "Mrs. Bingley is here to see you Sir."

"Tell her I'll be right there," I said.

As Danny climbed out of the bed and put his trousers on I looked at Oliver
and said, "I would like you to meet her son. What do you say?" We'll all be
here with you."

"Alright Sir," he said softly.

I walked over to the door and saw Mrs. Bingley standing there. I said,
"Would you please come in."

Danny was right beside Oliver as the elderly woman came up to me. "Mrs.
Bingley, this is Oliver Jennings."

"It's so nice to meet you Oliver," she said. "Please forgive me last night.
I didn't mean to scare the wits out of you."

"It's alright," he said trying hard to look at her.

"Dr. Franklin I have good news for you," she said. "Your request to foster
young Oliver here has been approved. And who is this fine looking young man
here?"

Danny walked over and shook her hand saying, "I'm Danny Franklin. That's my
Dad."

"Mrs. Bingley, that's wonderful," I said. "I wanted to take Oliver out for a
furlough and with this, it will be easy."

"I have some forms for you to sign then it will be official," she said.

We went out to the nurse's station and I had to sign more forms than when I
went to Uni. When I came back into Oliver's room he almost jumped into my
arms when I got close to him. "Oh Sir," he said. "I'm so happy now."

Danny looked at Oliver and said, "You don't have to call him sir now."

"What should I call him?" He asked.

Danny grinned and said, "Well why not call him what I do?"

"I can't call him Father or Dad," Oliver said.

"Why not, I do," Danny said smiling. "He is your foster father."

"Oh could I Sir," he said out of force of habit.

I picked him up and said, Of course you can son."

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me as he softly cried into my
shoulder. I made arrangements for Oliver to come home with us and while I
was doing that, Danny went to Asda's to get him proper clothes to wear and
some nappies that would fit him proper.

Danny wasn't sure about sizes so he got him a pair of sweatpants, pull over
sweater, some socks and a pair of cheap trainers in case they didn't fit. I
kept Oliver's fluid intake to a minimum before we left. I had his IV removed
because he really didn't need it and converted to a heparin lock. The boys
sounded a little noisy as their nappies crinkled as they walked.

Our first stop when we left hospital was Asda's again so Oliver could try
the clothes on. We were walking up to the entrance when a boy said, "Look at
the babies. You can hear their nappies."

Danny got angry that someone could say that about Oliver and he quickly
grabbed him and said, "You got a problem with it mate. One more word and
you'll get a good bashing. Now piss off."

I stood and watched as he stood up for his new brother. When he let the boy
go I looked at Danny and said, "Fighting doesn't solve anything son."

He looked up and said, "Maybe but he would have had a bashing coming if he'd
said another word."

We took our time and looked around and found some clothes Oliver could wear
that wouldn't show his nappy easily. I looked at the different kinds and
found some that were quieter than the ones the hospital uses. Once that was
done, Danny said, "We're getting hungry Dad. What's for lunch?"

I thought for a minute then asked Oliver, "Have you ever been to a pub?"

"No Dad," he replied sticking his head into the mirror.

We headed for the pub that was down the street from our house and we found a
table to sit at. We looked at the menu then went up to place our orders. I
wanted steak and kidney pie while the boys had bangers and mashed with minty
peas. The boys got sodas to drink and I decided to have a pint since I
wasn't going anywhere for the rest of the day.

Once the meal was rapidly consumed, I paid the bill then we took Oliver to
see his new home. Danny took his things into his new room and together they
had everything hung and in its place in very short order.

I was just about to turn on the telly when Danny hollered, "Dad, can you
come here please?"

I followed the voice and saw Oliver on the bed and Danny was kneeling beside
him in the middle of a change. "What is it son?" I asked heading towards the
bed.

"Something doesn't look right here," Danny said as I got beside him.

I got down on my knees so I could look at what Danny was referring to. Danny
had his cheek spread and I could see his rectum. It was dilated so someone
could put two fingers inside the boy without any problem. Oliver was
patiently lying there when he finally asked, "What's going on Dad?"

He slid his hand around and touched his hole when I heard him gasp. "Dad is
it supposed to be like that?"

I grabbed the lotion bottle and rubbed some into his cheeks then had him lay
on his back so I could do his front. As I was rubbing lotion into his diaper
area I could see he was worried. I pulled the nappy between his legs and
then secured the left side followed by the right. I reached down and lifted
him onto my lap then said, "In answer to your question son, it's not
supposed to be like that. In fact, this was something I wanted to talk with
you about."

Danny had crawled onto the bed and was sitting beside us when Oliver asked,
"What is it?" Did you see my bum before?"

"This is the fist time I've seen your bum son," I said. "I mean your hole. I
saw some things on an x-ray I did plus there are some small scars on your
tummy."

"The scars were there when I woke up that day," Oliver said. "My bum also
hurt real bad too and it really hurt to pee."

Danny looked him in the eyes and said, "Dad might need to operate on you to
try to fix some of these problems. Your bum isn't supposed to be like that."

I made a fist and showed him the side where my index finger and thumb came
together and showed him how his bum should be. Danny tried to make him feel
better by saying, "Don't worry Oliver, Dad is a good Doctor. He can fix you
right proper."

I kissed Danny on the head saying, "Well, I will certainly do everything I
can."

"When would you do this and what would you have to do?" He asked looking
worried.

It was almost time for tea so I set Oliver on his feet then we headed out to
the kitchen. "When you get back to hospital on Tuesday, I will talk with
some other doctors and we will discuss everything. What we will have to do
son depends on what we see when we look inside you."

"Do you think you can fix my bum?" He asked.

"I think we can fix it," I said. "I just don't know if you will be able to
totally control your bowels."

"You mean I might be in nappies for ever?" He asked as tears started
falling.

Danny was already hugging him when I said, "There is that chance son. I
won't lie to you but we will do everything we can to fix you."

I went over and hugged both my boys as this was making even Danny upset. The
kettle was sounding off so I fixed us some tea and Danny took a roast out of
the slow cooker. He'd also put some potatoes and vegetables in with it.

Oliver and I cleaned up the kitchen then Danny took Oliver to show him the
bath. Oliver walked out and asked, "Dad, would it be alright if I asked
Danny to shower with me?"

"If that's what you want son," I said.

He scampered down the hall and I turned on the telly. There was a football
game on between Manchester United and Arsenal. The score was 2 all when I
sat down but I didn't get to watch much of the game. The phone rang and it
was the head nurse. Evan was there looking for me so I gave her my address
and said to send him over.

Oliver and Danny got out of the shower then returned to Danny's room so they
could put their nappies on. They came out just in that and I said, "You
might want to put something more on boys, Evan is coming over."

"He's seen me in my nappy Dad," Oliver said.

"That was in hospital son," I said. "You're home now and when there is
company, I think you should have something on maybe like your sweatpants and
a tee shirt."

"Alright Dad," Oliver said as he and Danny headed towards their rooms.

I turned off the telly then there was a knock on the door. "Sorry to bother
you at home Doctor," Evan said as I led him inside.

"That's quite alright Evan," I said putting on the kettle. "What can I do
for you?"

"I need to ask Oliver something," he said as I fixed us a cup of tea.
"Scotland Yard has taken over the case and they are actively searching for
the place Oliver ran away from."

I was about to call for the boys when they came walking into the kitchen.
"Hi Evan," Oliver said walking over to shake the officer's hand.

"Hi Oliver, hi Danny," Evan said as he sipped his tea. "Oliver, if I were to
show you a map, do you think you could show us where this place is?"

"You you're not gonna send me back there, are you?" Oliver asked starting to
shake.

Danny ran to his side as Evan replied, "Oh heavens no. We want to know where
this place is so Scotland Yard can go there."

Oliver was crying now then said, "I'm sorry Sir. I just got frightened for a
moment. Ah I'll try to see if I can find it."

Evan pulled out a map and placed it on the table. Together Evan, Danny and
Oliver looked at the map and Oliver said, "I remember this place. The driver
stopped and I saw the town sign."

"That's brilliant son," Evan said smiling as he wrote a couple of things
into his notebook. "I'll turn this over to Scotland Yard and maybe they can
find out what's going on there."

Evan left and I turned the telly back on hoping the football game was still
on. The game was going off but I did manage to see that Manchester won 3-2.
I found a couple of comedies on and I was surrounded by the boys. Oliver
asked, "Will I get something to help me sleep?"

"Do you think you will need one?" I asked.

I saw him let out a big yawn then said, "I don't think so."

"You try and sleep and if you can't, I'll see what I can do," I said as he
leaned against me.

The last show went off before the news and both my boys were sound asleep. I
nudged Danny awake then picked Oliver up and headed towards his room "Dad,"
Danny said following close behind me. "Can Oliver sleep with me?"

I didn't think Oliver would object so I brought him into Danny's room. I
placed him on the bed and got his tee shirt off then removed his sweatpants.
I checked his nappy and he had soiled himself. I got a basin of water and
got him cleaned with Danny's help. I had rolled Oliver so much it's a wonder
he didn't wake up but he never did. I took a nappy and put a double pad in
it and secured it in place. They had ample gathers in the legs so he
shouldn't leak during the night.

Danny had undressed himself and removed his nappy and was ready for me to
clean him. I washed him completely and I saw him holding Oliver's hand as I
was rubbing lotion on. I was about to bring the nappy in between his legs I
said, "Easy son, you got a stiffy now."

"Can't help it Dad," he said hopping off the bed and going into the loo.

He returned a few moments later then took the rag and washed his penis
again. I got him in his nappy then kissed both boys before going to bed for
some well deserved and needed sleep.

To be continued