Everest's POV

After I had gotten some energy back I kicked, screamed, and cried for half an hour. Seth and Royal both had a sour look on their face. "Stop the goddamn car," Seth muttered to Royal. Royal pulled over to the side of the highway. They began to whisper before both got out. Royal came to my side of the door and took me out of the car seat. Seth got in the driver's seat.

Once again I was in the back lying across Royal's lap, my pants and boxers pulled down. "Another ten," Royal hissed and quickly finished the hits. These were harder than last time. Once again I was brought to the car seat and strapped in. Royal sat in the middle next to me. Seth pulled back onto the highway.

I was thirsty from crying but I didn't want to drink out of a stupid bottle. I went for another half hour before the dehydration got the better of me. I shook on Royal's sleeve. "Can I have water please?" I asked hoarsely. "Please who?" Royal pressed. "Papa," I said shyly. "Yes you can have some milk," he says kindly. He pulls another bottle out of the bag. He brings it to my mouth and I open it. Why, I don't know. I tried to hold it but my hands kept being swatted away. I eventually gave up and drank it.

I dozed off after the bottle and was woken up by a feeling that I knew. "Royal, I need a bathroom please," I begged. If he heard me he didn't answer. He was back in the front driving while Seth sat talking to him in the front seat. "S-Seth, I need a bathroom," I cried, trying to hold it in. It didn't work and I leaked a little. "Please," I cried, a few tears running down my face. They continued to ignore me and that's when it happened.

I let go of my bladder. I cried harder and Seth finally noticed. "Oh baby, why didn't you tell Daddy," he said. That's when I realized why they weren't listening to me. I had forgotten to call them "Daddy and Papa". I sat in my urine for a little while longer until Royal pulled up to a big house.

This house was a mansion. We were in a fairly nice neighborhood, all the houses were nice. This house in particular was a modern grey color. It had a giant window in the front, just a few meters away from the door. The front door was a nice wood and the garage looked big. I wonder how big the backyard was.

Seth got out and got me out of the car seat. "Did Daddy's little man have an accident?" Seth asked. "No, this was the dog," I replied sarcastically. He popped me in the mouth, hard, and said, "I think you need a nap." I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

Seth carried me into the house where I saw two teenagers running around and another man chasing them. As soon as I opened my mouth the call for help a binky was pushed into my mouth. "If you spit this out, I will turn your bottom red," Seth threatened. I nodded my head, surprised at how aggressive he was.

He carried me up some stairs, down a hallway, and into a room that reminded me of a nursery. The walls were a calming tan with dots all over. A giant brown-framed crib was in one corner and a changing table directly diagonal it. There were toys scattered around the room and in a toy box. There was a bookshelf filled with picture books next to a rocking chair. I looked around in surprise but I guess Seth took it as wonder.

"Do you like your new room?" Seth asked. "This isn't my room," I replied. Seth chuckled and laid me down on the changing table. I heard a click near my stomach but it was just a strap. Seth pulled down my pants and boxers before standing up and going to a closet. He came back with a plain white onesie.

Seth also discarded my shirt. He reached down below the changing table and came back up with a diaper. I was shocked and disgusted that I was going to wear one of those. "No," I stated. "Do you not like the onesie?" Seth asked. "I am not wearing a diaper," I hissed. "When little boys like you have an accident they have to wear a diaper," Seth explained, tickling my stomach. I squirmed away from his touch.