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 and said, "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 lip 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 willie 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 willie 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 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 wherever 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."

"All right 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 then 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, "If 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 Asdas 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 and I had his IV removed because he really didn't need it 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 Asdas 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 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 you 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."

I 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 Arsenol. 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 out 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 aide 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 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.