The private humiliation Ollie experienced upon waking from his daycare nap and discovering a damp wet spot in the front of his pants paled to the public shame when the handsome Latino daycare worker noticed his predicament. The tall man stared at the wet puddle on the orange sleep mat and then noticed the matching wet spot in the front of Ollie's pants.
Ollie felt tears scald his eyes. He wished this was a bad dream.
Marco knelt in front of the embarrassed tyke. "Don't worry about it, Ollie," he said, taking the kid's tiny hand into his. "Let's get you cleaned up, all right?"
Ollie imagined everyone else around them was staring as Marco led him out of the room and down the corridor toward the restrooms.
Marco stopped in front of a cabinet, opened the door, and removed a package before he led the sniffling boy into the restroom.
He surprised Ollie by releasing his hand and then reaching down to hook each of his hands under Ollie's armpits. He lifted Ollie off the ground and seated him on a white table. Ollie needed a moment, but he soon realized that the man had placed him on a changing table. A table where the staff diapered the little babies and toddlers!
As he dealt with that mortifying information, he felt Marco remove his shoes and socks. In quick succession, the man unfastened Ollie's pants and then tugged on the cuffs of them. The grown man showed a practiced touch as he slipped off the damp trousers.
Ollie felt his mouth form a surprised "O" but he felt too embarrassed to say anything. The humiliation became complete when Ollie felt the man hook his thumbs under the waistband of the moist little boy briefs and smoothly remove them, too.
"Ollie, try to remember to duck into the restroom before nap time, OK?" Marco said without sounding too judgmental. "We want to prevent future accidents, right buddy?"
Ollie meekly nodded, too ashamed to speak aloud. He hoped the man would hand him some pants soon.
Instead, Marco began lifting his tee shirt. "Wait," Ollie said and tried to tug it back down. "It didn't get wet."
"Yes, and I want to keep it dry while we wipe you off," Marco said and finished stripping the little boy.
Ollie realized he was stark naked and seated on a changing table. He foolishly thought it could get no worse before Marco stepped away to dampen a towel under the sink faucet. He returned and directed Ollie to lie back.
Ollie did his best to not think about the hand holding the towel as it wiped around his little nub. Macro gently swiped and cleaned the area and then surprised Ollie by giving the tyke's little tush a couple of cleansing swipes, too. The sensations felt good even as he felt more waves of shame.
"There we go," Marco announced. "All clean."
Ollie stifled a groan as he looked down and saw his little nub had gone rock hard. Marco pretended not to notice to spare the little guy any more grief.
Ollie heard a tearing sound as Marco opened the package he had taken out of the cabinet. Seconds later, he lowered the pull-ups down and started to slide them past Ollie's feet and up the boy's stubby legs.
"What are you doing?" Ollie asked in a panic.
"Your daddy didn't pack any spare clothes," Marco said matter-of-factly. "I'll remind him this evening."
Marco continued to work the snug-fitting pull-ups around Ollie's hips.
"Look, they have Superman on them," Marco said as if that made it any better.
A little whimper escaped Ollie as he felt the snug garment hug his middle even tighter than the boy briefs. His only consolation was that the pull-ups training pants hid his pathetic little boner.
Marco slipped the tee shirt back over Ollie's head. Last but not least, he helped Ollie back into his socks and shoes before he lifted him off the changing table.
Marco patted the tyke's padded butt. "You're all set, Ollie."
"All set?" Ollie wanted to disagree. He couldn't face the other kids wearing something only marginally better than a diaper.
"Let's go," Marco said. "You can still have some fun on the playground."
Ollie's cheeks went pink. It wasn't a bad dream. His little boy belly made the tee shirt ride up from the waistband of the pull-ups.
And now Marco wanted to expose him and his humiliation to everyone else.
"No," he wanted to refuse, but he felt the tug of Marco's hand as the large man pulled him along toward the door that led outside to the playground.