On life's Rough seas (Private)
 

A group of pirate marched a few adults and one kid onto their ship,pushing the younger boy into the doctors quarters "Alright you lazy bastard,we got you a new chore,we raided the town,found this brat buried under the rubble of one of the houses,no family....alive at least...clean him up and put him to work" the oldest said before leaving

"You alright kid?" Micah asked picking him up off the floor and sitting him on a table "You hurting anywhere?" he asked pulling the boys shirt off "Can you take your pants off for me so I can check for damage?"

6-year-old Brandon stared up at the pirate doctor, his eyes blinking back tears. The boy's face was smooth and delicate in his youth, and every inch of his sensitive face seemed to be twisting, about to burst into sobs.

The man was sort of gentle but.....nothing could make the little boy forget what had happened....the screams...the falling parts of his house....his parents...."Where's Mommy an' Daddyyyyyyyy" the boy whined, not knowing how to say anything else right now....he was practically paralyzed in fear.

He hadn't wanted to come on the ship. He had been carried by somebody most of the way...Brandon had always been small for his age...he'd been carried like a baby. When he had woken up he didn't know where he was..he had been walking...there had been grownups next to him but they were walking all slumpy...defeated....then he knew where they were going...the pirate ships that haunted his nightmares. Living by the sea, he heard about them a lot...but he had never seen one for real...now real pirates were standing in front of him. Brandon felt like he was shrinking.....he wanted his Mom so badly...he had sucked his thumb on the way in. He didn't like to do that. That's what babies did. But he couldn't help it.

Brandon shivered...whether in fear or in cold from his bare chest being exposed he didn't know. But then they asked him to take his pants off, and the little boy froze, covering up his front. This wasn't just because he didn't want a stranger to see him naked...though of course that was part of it. Brandon had a secret under his pants....Something only his mother and father knew....something he would never let a pirate see.......

Brandon was a bed-wetter.

And not just sometimes...a lot. Most of the time. Enough that what awaited under his pajamas wasn't just his private parts...but a garment that he did NOT want anybody to see...Brandon was wearing his night diaper, and there was no way he would let anybody see it....

"Im not going to hurt you bud"Micah said softly,wiping a few tears from the boys face with his hand "Im afraid there was an accident during my more brutish comrades raid....told them not to fool around with those grenades...." He said grumbling the last bit to himself "I need you to wor with me little one...I need to make sure you aren't hurt......please don't make have to take them off for you..." He said half pleading with the boy,starung at him from behind his glasses with his soft green eyes

Brandon flinched as the man's hand approached his face. But what followed wasn't pain..but a gentle soft hand brushing away his tears. Brandon blinked in confusion and looked up slowly. The man was looking at him almost gently. He wasn't like any pirate Brandon had seen...maybe he was a captive too. But...they had talked to him...he was on the ship...he was a doctor...he had to be a bad guy.

The apology of the man went over Brandon's head. All he heard was the last part. The part where the man said he had to work with him. He was asking for Brandons help....he wanted him to cooperate. Why wasn't the man saying he HAD to do it? Pirates didn't ask you...they made you. And Brandon did feel a lot of pain in his ribs. He clenched his teeth and grasped his ribs - though he considered it his tummy - and whined again, a fresh tear coming down. He didn't know what to do....he looked up at the man with his delicate blue eyes, the man looking back with soft green eyes...

Slowly, Brandon not even realizing why, slowly he began to lower the waistband of his pajama pants...but he pulled them back up. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't show what he was wearing. His stomach clenched again this time in nervousness. He felt himself begin to sweat. He couldn't let his secret be shown. He shifted on the table, his padded bottom pushing against him.....not only was he in a diaper but it was a wet diaper. He had wet the bed at some point.....Brandon's face began to turn beet red. He coudln't let him see..."Where's my Mommy..." he repeated again, softer this time.

Micah sighed and tipped the boy back till he was laying the table,taking a firm hold of his pajama bottoms and yanking them off the boy with a praticed tug"Is this what you were afraid of?" He said softly "It's not a big deal for kids your age to wear them buddy" he said trying to assure the child it was alright,doing his damnedest to keep the conversation away from the boys parents till he got him examined

Micah's gentle hand was almost hypnotic....a bit of comfort to a scared little boy. And so Brandon found himself laying backwards as he was guided down - and then an instant the pajama bottoms were gone. Brandon instantly tried to sit up instinctively, stretching his hands out, forgetting all about his hurt ribs - desperately wanting to cover what was under there. Doing anything to prevent the embarrassment of being seen in the used baby garment. As soon as he did, his ribs seemed to scream at him, a sharp pain cut through the little boy - much worse pain than before - and Brandon didn't have the strength to get himself up, letting out a whine. "Owwwwwwwww...." the boy moaned, as he felt his body lower again, as the diaper grew slightly wetter from the trauma - luckily indistinguishable in its current condition. His back touched the table and the boy weakly gave into his tears as he lay still.

Though Brandon sobbed, unable to help himself, he still heard Micah's words. "But..." he muttered, his voice choked up..."But...." he didn't know what to say...his face was beet red. He assumed Micah must have thought he was a toddler or something. How else would it have been okay to wear a diaper? It wouldn't have been the first time the mistake had been made, though Brandon wasn't that small for his age - something in his face seemed to have a younger quality to it. But he stayed quiet, not finishing his sentence, though his objection was clear. How could it be okay...at his age...to wear that?

"Everyone matures at a different age kiddo"Micah said opening up the soaked diaper"I Abe nephews who wore at night till they were eleven" he said as he rummaged around,finding a pack of diapers they had used a long while back when one of the crew had his kid on board "Just Lay still" he said using a wet cloth to clean the boy up,getting both the urine and dirt off the boy.
One he was clean Micah slowly pressed his fingers into different parts of the boy,watching for a reaction,quickly taking note of the boys ribs "Atleast three cracked ribs" he muttered to himself,writing down something on a piece of paper

"Eleven...?" Brandon asked shakily...that seemed impossible to believe. That was a big kid...big kids didn't pee in their beds like babies....he stopped trying to hide, but his face was still beet red. Micah was the first person to know about his diapers besides his family....and this was the last place to feel comfortable revealing a secret. It did feel good though to finally be cleaned up...and though Brandon flinched when Micah came near him, his touch was again gentle and he wiped him up like a pro. "How come ya know how....." Brandon asked despite himself in curiosity, but then quieted up to whine when his ribs got pressed.

Brandon looked around again. He noticed for the first time that the room was slightly rocking...that meant...they were on the ship. Brandon tried to be brave and ask the question but his voice squeaked in fear and the tears started to come up again. "Am I gotta haveta walk th' plank............" he squeaked out, sounding absolutely terrified, his voice barely more than a high-pitched whisper.

Micah stopped and couldn't help but laugh out loud at the question "No son you won't.....that's just a silly old myth,never happens" he said lifting the boys legs up and sliding the wet diaper out and replacing it with a clean one,taping up up snugly "Try and hold still" He said sitting the boy up gently,taking surgical tape and starting to wrap the uninjured ribs first "This is going to hurt a little but it's what we have to do" he said starting to pull tighter as he approached the injured ribs,pulling it as tight as he could as he wrapped the three ribs several times,cutting the tap and patting it down gently "No sudden movements alright?"

Brandon looked up at him not knowing whether or not to believe the things he was saying. He sounded so nice...how could he be a pirate? Maybe he had been captured too or something. Pirates were bad guys...not nice....He blushed once again as the wet diaper was fully taken away, leaving him completely naked on the table, but there was not much the boy could do ...he couldn't even sit up with his ribs, which he had learned the hard way before.

That was when Brandon felt the thing that replaced it. Not underwear...but...another diaper...a smaller, tighter one this time, this one meant for toddlers, though just big enough to fit the six-year-old. "Hey....." Brandon protested, despite his fear of the man. "But..." he sputtered, not knowing what to do, trying to sit up once again as Micah urged him to hold still and began to wrap his ribs. When he sat him up, Brandon looked down at the garment, and sure enough...a small toddler diaper.

Brandon whined as the tape was tightened around him, but he didn't try to escape. He let the man do his work. Why had Micah put him back in a diaper? That was for bedwetting. Brandon NEVER used one in the day. He was six years old! He was a big boy! Sure he may not have been that tall, but he was big...he didn't need that.....

"But...." he continued to sputter, his face turning beet red, not wanting to utter these words - not wanting to HAVE to utter these words "I'm potty trained..." he said softly, something seeming to drain out of him as he did so. It was like the shame of even HAVING to confirm this fact to a grownup was embarassing enough to rob him of some of his dignity. Like it could even be a fact in question seemed to make him feel much littler than he enjoyed...