Baby Boy

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Fourteen-year-old Jason, twelve-year-old Billy, and their eleven-year-old sister, Penny, had beenvisiting relatives in New York with their parents, and now were being driven back to their Virginia homeby their parents. All three kids were dressed neatly in matching spic'n'span sailor suits, with Penny'shaving a pleated skirt and the boys' having short pants. The parents had been concerned about Billy. Hehad been acting up a lot lately. So they decided to force Billy to be in a crib and diapers, as a way ofbehavior modification. But they wanted Billy to feel that it was all his fault. The minivan had already beenprovided with keylock seat belts for the seats in which the kids sat. These seats were individual,swivel-style seats, and Mom checked to be sure all three kids were fastened in before Dad started the van.Then Dad turned around and announced "none of you had better wet their pants on the way home, or that kid is gonna be wearing diapers and sleeping in a crib for a long time."
All three kids giggled a little. I mean, none of them wet their pants, but each had just had a largeglass of milk at breakfast--Billy had drunk two, because his mom had refilled his glass, and he had alsohad a drink of water a few minutes ago. But all three kids suddenly began feeling a little nervous, andwished they weren't strapped to their seats. They knew their parents usually meant what they said. Theystarted driving south. As they drove along the New Jersey Turnpike, all three kids started shiftingnervously in their seats. Just before leaving New Jersey, they stopped for gas. Mom got Penny out of herseat, while Dad unlocked Jason, and they headed towards the bathrooms while the attendant filled the carwith gas. Billy yelled to be released, and Dad said, "One kid at a time, you're going to have to wait." Jasonand Dad took a little longer in the bathroom than expected, or maybe they looked over the gas stationshop, but by the time they got back to the van, Penny was already strapped in, and the attendant had finished pumping. Dad paid the attendant as Jason closed the side door and strapped himself in, then gotin and started the engine. Billy yelled, "Don't I get to go?" Dad replied, "Don't yell, Billy. We can't stay atthe pumps once we've finished, and we have to get on the road. You will have to wait until we get home.""But I have to GO!" "Well, you should have thought of that before you had all that milk before we left."
Billy stared out the window, concentrating on keeping it in. Man, Delaware was so small, yet itwas taking forever. Damn, look at all those cars waiting to pay the toll, we're going to be here for ages.OK, Maryland, finally. Mile 108? It was 15 minutes ago I saw Mile 109, but we are going 55, I can tell.But it seems like forever since the last milepost. Maybe Dad will speed up if I ask him--no, I know hewon't. Man, I'm sure he means it about diapers and a crib, and if I can't keep it in, I'll be in diapers. I got to show myself to be a big boy, not a little kid. Where are we? Man, only Mile 107? But it seems likeforever. "Dad? Can we stop at that rest area?" "Sorry, Billy, we are behind schedule. NO MORE STOPS!"Billy moaned.
To try to keep it in, Billy began to cross his legs and scrunch together in his seat. "What are youdoing Billy?" "Nothing, Mom." "Well, we aren't having you act like that." With that, Mom reached into abag in front of her and pulled out a set of leather ankle cuffs. She reached back to the seat behind her andunlocked Jason's seat belt, and, at Mom's direction, Jason locked the cuffs on Billy's ankles. Jason smirkedas he threaded the cuffs through the metal support under the seat in front of Billy and secured the cuffs onthe ankles. Billy wasn't a big kid, so now his legs were forced straight out ahead of him. He couldn't crosshis legs. The boy was really getting desperate. Both his siblings were grinning openly now, and as theyhad used the restroom and politely turned down drinks, they were in no danger of wetting their pants. Asthey passed Baltimore, Billy could feel pee starting to come out. In desperation, he reached under hiswaist band and grabbed his penis. Mom saw. "You get your hands from under there you bad boy.
Jason. I'll let you up again. You lock these wrist restraints on Billy, arms straight down. Threadthe restraints under the seat--there's a metal slot which will work just fine, and lock them on, and therewill be no way that bad boy can touch himself. Jason, chuckling openly, restrained his brother, and thesobbing twelve-year-old was completely helpless. Whispered Jason as he locked on his seat belt, "Thismakes up for your telling Dad about my jerking off. It's worth getting a whipping compared to what you'regonna get, diaper boy." Even as Jason said the word diaper, Billy could hold it no longer, and the peecame pouring out, completely soaking his pants. It took awhile, and when he was done, with his entirefamily watching, Billy sagged in his seat, crying openly, but relieved to have that pain gone. He knew itwas all his fault, whatever happened to him now. As he dropped his head down in shame, he heard hisdad said, "Well, looks like we got one kid in diapers and crib. Anyone else?" Jason and Penny smiled andshook their heads. "OK, I'll order stuff for our new baby as soon as we get home. We can stop and getsome Attends to tide us over until we can get cloth diapers in. Billy, you are confined to bed as soon as weget home, until we can get your crib. The rest of you will have to help take care of  baby Billy. ExclaimedPenny, "It will be just like taking care of one of my dolls." Billy groaned and cried some more.
Sure enough, they stopped at a drugstore for Attends, baby powder and oil, and a few things likethat. And soon they got home. Billy was released from his seat and marched upstairs in his wet things,and he soon realized his mom was going to bathe him. "But MOM, I'm TWELVE." "Not any more, you'renot," said Mom, "you gave up being twelve when you wet your pants." He was soon bathed and being bentover, he was oiled and powdered, and an Attends was put on. His p.j.'s were soon put on ("Got to get yousome sleepers," said Mom) and he was shuffling into the bedroom, getting used to the feeling of a diaperbetween his legs. He got near his bed, bunk beds he shared with Jason, and stopped dead, seeing thoseankle restraints lying near the foot of the bottom bunk, connected to the foot of the bed by a locking belt,and with wrists about the middle of the bed. "But that's Jason's bunk," muttered Billy. "Not any more," grinned his brother, "you think I want you peeing on me from on top. Mom and Dad always had me giveup the top bunk to you because you're younger. But don't worry, LITTLE BABY, you won't be in thebottom bunk long. Dad already ordered a real SPECIAL bed for a SPECIAL kid, and it's comingtomorrow." Billy groaned, and without any resistance lay on his bed and allowed the restraints to beapplied. He was tucked in tightly, and cried himself to sleep, even though it was only two o'clock.
About five, he was shaken awake by his mom, who had his supper ready. She didn't remove his restraints, but allowed him to sit up and began to spoon feed him baby food, followed by baby bottles fullof formula and juice. Mom explained to him that these were the meals he would get in the crib, but that hewould be allowed normal food outside. When Mom said the work "crib" Billy felt like he had gottensocked in the nose. He asked to be let up to use the bathroom, but was told that he would have to stay in bed in restraints until the crib was set up. His parents were headed out to do some shopping, so hissiblings would be babysitting. Billy moaned again, but the moan was stopped by a pacifier which filled hismouth so he couldn't talk. He couldn't spit it out, either! Mom smiled and said she had bought it sameplace as the restraints, and had been dying to use it on the loud-mouthed Billy. Billy wet his diaper, anddirtied it, knowing he had no choice. A few minutes later, Penny came in and checked the diaper, andhappily changed him. "Just like my doll!" she exclaimed, as the boy writhed in humiliation. She removedthe pacifier, but refused to unlock the restraints. She did agree to give the boy a bottle of water, which hesucked on while she held it. She stroked his head, crooning, "my little doll." When the bottle was empty,the pacifier went right back in, and Penny tucked in the helpless child once more.
A couple of hours later, the diaper was wet again, and it was Jason's turn to check on Billy. "Dadsaid it's lights out for you right at 7:30, so I'm going to hurry up." Jason quickly changed the diaper,muttering "Oh, gross" a couple of times, checked the restraints to be sure they were secure, and left,taking his p.j.'s with him, and turning  the lights out. Billy lay there quietly in the dark. He still pulled onthe restraints from time to time, he could not believe he was diapered and restrained. He wet again. WhenJason came in at his bedtime, he saw Billy was awake, and took out the pacifier. He allowed Billy to suckon a bottle, but refused to change the diaper. "It won't kill you to sleep in it, you little dweeb. I'm sackingout in MY bed. Enjoy your last night in a bed without bars. Sleep tight--well, you don't have to worryabout that, with those restraints on." He climbed the ladder to the top bunk, and stared down at Billy for aminute. Billy heard movement up there for a few minutes, and Billy knew Jason was jerking off.  Jasonheaded for the bathroom to dispose of the results, then got back in bed and went to sleep. Billy fell asleeptoo.
Morning brought a diaper change and a spoon fed and bottle breakfast. Billy had hoped he wouldbe allowed to start the day camp he was supposed to go to (it was July), but Dad told him that he had beencancelled. Jason and Penny were allowed to go off to camp, though. Billy still lay there in his diaper andrestraints. About 11 o'clock, workmen started bringing in metal pieces of what Billy realized was ahospital-style crib--he had been in one at age 5, when he had his tonsils out. Some of the workmen glanced at the boy, but said nothing. Fascinated, Billy watched the crib take shape. Soon it was complete,and it looked pretty bad. He watched the workman test the keylock release, and he knew he couldn't getout from inside. But he could climb out--but what were the workmen doing with those extra metal pieces?A cage top took shape, and when Billy realized what it was, his eyes almost bugged out. Soon, it wassecurely on top of the crib, and the high-security hospital crib was complete and ready for its occupant.The workmen came in, and Mom put in a mattress and pillow, as well as sheets, blanket, and pillowcase.All was ready for Billy, and Mom wasted no time. Leaving the leg cuffs on, she unlocked the beltconnecting them to the bunk. The wrist restraints stayed on, but the straps connecting them to the bed were removed. Then the wrist restraints were threaded through a belt placed around Billy's waist,which was locked on, and the boy was helped up and helped over to the crib. A step was placed by thecrib, and the boy was helped up onto it. He paused, and looked back at his mom, thinking, I don't want togo inside, if I go inside I'm stuck maybe for years and years. His eyes glistened with tears, but he couldsay nothing because of the pacifier. Impatiently, his mom turned him around and pushed him in the back,his legs automatically lifted up as his front hit the mattress, and before he knew it, his legs were shovedinside, and the side rail was on its way up before he could react. SLAM! The side rail closing and lockingclosed the door on his hope of a childhood without diapers. Mom removed the restraints and pacifierthrough the bars, and left the boy holding a teddy bear (which had been put in the crib) with one arm andsucking on a juice bottle with the other. He was happy to be unrestrained, but he knew that he couldn't goanywhere.
All the same, he checked out the crib, with a view to maybe sneaking out. He soon figured out itwas impossible. Three was a key lock, and he didn't have the key. The bars were heavy duty, and hecouldn't even shift the crib.He even tried hanging on the top bars, but with no result. At last, exhausted, helay down and slept. When he awoke, Jason and Penny were home, and he was stunned to realize hisdiaper was wet. Of course, his siblings rushed to his room to see the boy in the crib. Penny thought it wasa great idea, and so did Jason, but for different reasons, of  course. Mom came upstairs and instructedJason and Penny on how to unlock and lock the crib. Billy sulked in the far corner of the crib while thiswent on. Mom then changed the diaper, replacing the Attends with a cloth diaper and plastic pants, andputting Billy's p.j.'s back on. She then informed the children that Billy would be kept in the cribcontinuously for a week, "to make sure he gets used to being a baby." Billy noticed that Jason kept staringat the crib, and even though Jason kept taunting Billy about being locked in a crib, he seemed fascinatedby it, and Billy heard two jerk offs that night. The next day, Billy's sleepers arrived, and were put on him.He was changed by his parents, or by Penny or Jason. Any misbehavior resulted in either being restrained,flat on his back in the crib, or a spanking, or both. If he wasn't restrained, but had been recently punished,he was required to stick his hands out through the bars at the head of the crib to be handcuffed before thecrib side was opened. Jason especially liked this, and since he had access to the handcuffs, often requiredBilly to be handcuffed even if he wasn't being punished. Their parents didn't mind, it was up to the person opening the crib.  Jason was the strictest of all with Billy, pinning the diapers on tightly, even the specialnight diapers he wore to sleep, requiring restraint during diaper changes, and making Billy go longerbetween diaper changes. Billy got bed baths from his parents every two days. His feet never touched thefloor that whole week.
Billy would lie there, clutching his blanket and teddy, and cry, wishing, just wishing he had beenable to stop himself from peeing in the car. He lost all sense of time, just judging time by "breakfast" and"guys getting home from camp" and "bedtime", ceasing to connect them with specific hours. They werejust times. He became a bit dazed and disoriented. Thinking about the events in the car, he knew it washis fault, but he wished he had been able to stop. His parents had already said to him that even thoughhe would be allowed out of the crib once the week was up, he would be sleeping in there every night untilhe was 21.          Penny was the nicest to Billy, not requiring restraints unless her parents said otherwise. She wouldsit next to the crib, reading to Billy, or would set up a table next to the crib and play games with Billy, likecheckers or parcheesi. Billy, of course, had to reach through the bars all the times, and sometimes Pennyhad to move his pieces for Billy, the pieces were just too far from the crib, and he couldn't reach. Hesuggested that Penny let down the side rails during that time, but that was against the rules whichMom and Dad had told Penny and Jason. The crib side could be open with the child in the crib onlyduring diaper changes and feedings and the like.            In fact, Jason wouldn't open the crib for feedings. Once Billy was handcuffed (face down), he hadto press his face close to the bars at the top of the crib, and be spoon fed through them. At last, the weekwas up, and a now docile and quiet child was taken from the crib and bathed. He was rediapered, andwhen his mom put toddler clothes on him--a shortall with snaps to allow for diaper changes, he justsobbed a little. But he would be in his crib for a nap and to sleep every night from then on. He was surethat when school started, they would have to let him out of diapers. But the school had been after hisparents to transfer him to special ed because of behavior for a long time. Now his parents agreed. Theschool had several diaper users in special ed, and changed them as needed. Of course, all the other guysfound out real soon, because his mom hung out the washed diapers to dry, and Jason and Penny werequick to tell their friends that it wasn't them. Although Billy was allowed to wear fairly normal clothes toschool, his parents kept him in toddler and little-kid clothes the rest of the time.            PART II--A YEAR LATER
Well, it was summer again. Billy had recently "celebrated" the first anniversary of thatfateful trip home, and the arrival of the crib. He was now 13, and his brother Jason was 15. Billy had beengoing through a growth spurt, and was about the same size as Jason, who was a late maturer. Billy hadbeen taken out by his parents to be measured for more little kid clothes, while sister Penny was atsome friend's house. This left Jason at home alone, and he wandered up to his room, in which there werebunk beds, which he alone now occupied, and Billy's hospital crib, open, with the key lying on a nearbytable. Jason had always been fascinated by the crib, and now he had an idea. Spend a little time inside like Billy, just to see what it was like, then get out before he got caught.          Quickly, Jason bathed himself, and oiled and powdered himself. Then he put on one of Billy'sdiapers and the plastic pants and sleepers. He headed for the crib. He knew a confined child couldn't reachthe keyhole, but he guessed if he left the key in the keyhole, and inserted a coat hanger wire through thehole in the key, he could manoeuver the lock and let himself out. He got in the crib, closed it abouthalfway, and tried it out. Yeah, it worked, no problem. He could unlock the crib pretty easily that way.And he knew he could activate the release handle from inside, he had seen Billy trying it often, only to be frustrated by the fact that the crib was keylock. He got out and inserted the key in the lock on the otherside rail of the crib, then got back in, leaving the near side open, and experimented with opening theclosed side. No problem, with the key. In he got, closing both sides of the crib, and so locking himself in.He just sort of hung out and explored what it was like for a while, putting his face by the bars, kneelingand sitting up, that sort of stuff. It was all pretty cool. Then he lay down and started to jerk off by rubbingthrough the diaper and other layers, it wasn't easy but it was a lot of fun. He turned over onto his front to come, and being an athletic boy, he did it sort of hard, sort of leaping up and twisting. Man, he thought ashe lay there afterwards, jerking off is way cool. But now I want to get out of here. But what was thatclattering sound I heard just as I jumped. He kneeled in the crib and looked at the floor by the crib. He fellon his face, stunned, with the image of a key attached to a coat hanger lying on the floor stuck in hismind.             Well, Jason did what anyone would do and tried every which way to get out, but the crib was welldesigned, and he could do nothing. He couldn't even reach close to the key. He tried fishing for the keyand hanger with the pillow, but only succeeded in pushing it away. He tried hanging on the bars to breakthem, but they were designed to take a lot of weight, and he didn't even bend them. The pan beneath the mattress was highly secure, too, he soon found. At last he gave up and just rattled the bars hopingsomething would break or something, he didn't know. But of course, the crib was much to secure for that.             His only hope was that Penny would get home before his parents, and let him out. But after anhour or so, he heard voices downstairs, and he could tell it was his parents and Billy. As Jason huddled inthe crib, he heard the voices come upstairs, taking Billy into the bathroom for a bath before giving him anap. No one looked inside, and he still had a little hope. But soon enough, Billy came into the room, oiledand powdered, and about to be diapered himself. He looked at the crib, and at Jason, and almost doubledover laughing. Mom and Dad for a moment only saw Billy, who pointed at the crib, still laughing, andthey saw Jason, all  locked up in there in diapers and sleepers.
"It was an accident," mumbled Jason, but his dad cut him off. "An accident? With you in yourbrother's sleepers like that, and the key on a hanger? I don't think it was an accident. If you want to be in acrib, that's fine, we can arrange that easily." Meanwhile, Billy had been dressed by mom, and ordered overto the bunk beds, where he was put in a light cotton waist restraint. "You'll have to stay there, Billy, untilwe can get you a new crib. Your brother will be using that one from now on. I'm sure you don't mind."Billy was giggling and saying "no, I don't mind, no big deal," he was so happy at what had happened toJason that he didn't even mind being restrained at all. Mom went over the crib and ordered Jason to stickhis hands through. He did automatically, and they were cuffed through the bars. Mom opened the side andexamined the diaper. When she took off  Jason's diaper, as he mumbled in embarrassment, she discoveredno urine, but semen. "Did you jerk off?" she demanded. Jason had no choice but to admit it. Dad said, "Babies don't jerk off, and it's about time you learned that lesson." Jason's cuffs were removed just longenough so he could be placed on his front, and Dad went and got the strap. After a severe spanking, theboy was rediapered, and was placed in four point restraints in the crib. He gave some resistance, but notmuch, as he was more concerned about his blistered bottom and rubbing it than resisting the restraints.Mom popped in a pacifier to complete things.
Billy was jubilant, calling Jason "diaper boy" and saying "Who's the one in the crib now, baby?"All Jason could do is glare at his younger brother. "Ha ha, this is going to be fun. I heard Dad say thatbecause you are older when starting your being in a crib, he's going to keep you in for a month beforeletting you out. I'm going to tell all your friends how you got yourself stuck, including that girl you like. Hey, maybe I can help diaper you. Hey, maybe SHE can help diaper you." At that Jason thrashedagainst the restraints REAL hard, but only succeeded in tiring himself. Billy watched Jason fight,giggling. Jason was shoving his body back and forth, but the crib didn't even rock. When Dad came in andsaw this, he locked body straps on Jason, so now all he could move was his head! At the end of his nap,Billy was let up, he waved "Bye bye diaper boy. Have you wet yet? Have fun using diapers for the firsttime." Mom admonished Billy for teasing, but she didn't seem to mind much.
Then Penny burst into the room, with a grinning Billy right behind. She stared at her older brotherin the crib. Jason was hoping for sympathy, maybe Penny would talk to Mom and Dad and let him out.After a minute, "Cool! I've got another big doll to play with. This is GREAT!" She raced downstairs,excitedly talking to Mom and Dad. Jason slumped in his restraints, starting to cry. Jason was offered formula and baby food for dinner, but he refused the food. He said he didn't want any--not the awful foodshe had fed Billy so often. His diaper was dry, too, so he didn't get a change, although he was barelyholding it in. "Fine," said Dad, "We'll save this for breakfast. As for the diapers, you will be going sooneror later, so I advise you to do it before bedtime so you can sleep comfortably." Jason was stubborn, andkept his diaper dry until bedtime--now lights out was 7:30 for both boys- -after a smirking Billy was led into be put in the waist belt in the bottom bunk. But finally, nature was too powerful, and as Billylistened and chuckled, Jason filled and dirtied his diaper. And now he had to sleep in it!
He refused breakfast too, the next morning, and the food was carefully put aside. He waschanged, though, to his great belief. Billy was taken downstairs to play before breakfast, and was alloweda normal, nutritious breakfast. About 10, workmen came in and disassembled and removed the bunk beds,assembling in its place a second crib, just like the one Jason was lying in. When he saw that, he knewthat his situation was completely hopeless. At lunch, he quietly ate the foods he was given, and wascomplemented on being a good baby. The restraints stayed on, though, for a whole week. Before that time,Jason was used to using his diaper whenever he needed to. Billy wasn't allowed to change his brotheralone, since it wasn't a good idea to give him access to keys, but he was allowed to help, much to Jason's embarrassment.          After a week, he was allowed to be loose in his crib. After another week, he was really angry ateveryone, and was determined to escape. One evening after Billy was locked into his crib, it was Jason'sturn to have his diaper checked and be allowed a final bottle of water before lights out. Dad was in ahurry, and didn't bother to handcuff Jason. As soon as the crib side was down, and Dad had turned awayto put down the key, Jason leaped out of the crib and made a run for the stairs. He had been pretty muchlying down for two weeks, so by the time he was on the stairs, Dad was right on his tail, and at the bottomof the stairs, Dad tackled Jason and put him in a headlock. Mom hurried downstairs with restraints, andsoon Jason was suddenly being forced upstairs in handcuffs and ankle restraints. Dad had a grip on thehandcuffs in the small of the back, and each time he shoved, Jason went up two or three steps.              At last, they entered the bedroom, where a wide-eyed Billy, still locked in his crib, had his facepressed to the bars, staring. Jason was stood at the foot of his bed, and soon the ankle restraints weresecured by a locking belt to the bar at the foot, so he couldn't move anywhere. Dad unlocked thehandcuffs, but before Jason could do anything, Dad had one arm gripped and twisted behind the back,and Mom was manoeuvering the other arm into the sleeve of a brand-new straitjacket. When he saw whathe was being placed into, Jason desperately thrashed, but both parents hung on tight as the arm Dad washolding was placed in the sleeve. The back was quickly tied up, and the arms brought around and strappedin place. The crotch strap was not buckled, then. Jason was still resisting and trying to get loose, buthis parents almost ignored it, just unlocking the belt at the ankles so they could lift the restrained boy intothe crib. A body strap soon had him on his front, as Dad slowly bared Jason's butt while Mom attached theankle restraints to the frame of the crib at the foot. Dad went for the punishment strap, almost leisurelynow that the boy was helpless, and as Billy watched from his locked crib, Dad gave Jason the thrashing ofhis life. His butt shone bright red by the time Dad was done, and he was cursing like crazy--until, that isMom popped in the pacifier. Then, Dad rediapered the child, adjusted the pajamas and straitjacket, andslowly tightened the crotch strap, pulling it very tight. The body strap was removed so the boy could beturned over, but then he was strapped down right there, restraints and all. As Dad locked the crib: "Letthat be a lesson to both of you. Next time either of you tries something like that, he will wish he'd get thepunishment Jason is getting. Jason glared at his parents mutely. Now, he didn't understand how he mighthave felt that being in a crib was fun. After a few comments about how he now had to start his month'sconfinement all over again, and about how Jason's escape attempt made it hard ever to trust him again,the boys were left alone to sleep.
Billy, for once, didn't mock his brother. Jason had done what he had always wanted to do andnever had the guts. He whispered "are you OK, dude" and saw Jason nod in his restraints in the adjoiningcrib. The boys were starting to be friends again, and realizing they had to stick together. Three weekslater, soon after Jason got out of restraints again, the boys tried a joint escape attempt, with Billy trying todistract his parents by pretending to be in pain so they would open his crib while Jason made a run fromhis open crib. The escape failed because they never opened Billy's crib, and Dad was on top of Jasonbefore he got out of the bedroom. They really hadn't thought it through, they realized, lying in restraints intheir cribs with painful butts. Their parents realized that it wasn't a good idea sending two boys who mighttry to run to school. So, they withdrew the boys from school, and required them to do home schoolingcourses, which could be done in the cribs or under supervision. The boys eventually gained someprivileges, and got to go to special ed at school, but they spent a lot of time in their cribs first, and sleptthere until they each were twenty-one.