Dueyboy

Chapter 61 - 11 months later I don’t document almost all of the next year of Chris’s life with Brenda and Frank. In terms of daily life some things have changed, but most practical things have stayed resolutely the same. There’s a lot of routine, not many unique experiences to document, each day is largely the same as the day before it. Chris is now on solid food. He’s eating in the high chair still, but his arms are free and he can feed himself normal food with a knife and fork, all nicely cut up by Brenda of course. He’s still in the Segufix at night, but he’s got his arm time. It is set no looser or less restrictive than it was on day one. Of course he’s still in nappies 24/7, unless he has a reversal, it has to be that way. He is now allowed out on this own his own as long as he is back by certain times and they’re just tracking him with “Find My” on his iPhone. So they know where he is if he gets lost and they can message and call him to keep an eye on him and make sure he is ok. It’s a system built on trust, rather than physical enforcement. He rarely does go out on his own though, he doesn’t really have cause too. He usually just goes for a walk around the block or to the park and back for some fresh air. He’s been out on his bike a few times, but he doesn’t really go much further than around the block on that either as he doesn’t want to get lost again. When he goes out with them, he’s on the harness, because that’s what they want. Frank has been noticeably less grabby with it. A tug is now quite rare, it’s more a little pulling pressure to let him know they’re moving on now. Though Frank still stops dead sometimes, without Chris realising, he doesn’t mean it. Chis is still remote learning. He had the opportunity to attend in person offered him by Frank and Brenda, but he didn’t think he could do it. He couldn’t face the prospect of messing himself in front of his friends, that’s if they even still remembered who he was. He didn’t want to have to try and explain something to them to account for where he’d been and why he’d been ignoring them for nearly 2 years. A couple of really major things have changed tough. The relationship between Chris, Frank and Brenda is no longer one of discipline and punishment, but one of increasing affection, love, respect and trust. He knows what they want from him and he gives it to them. In return they shower him with affection and kindness. The trust that has built up between them has changed everything, and he has never felt so happy and comfortable in his life. The second and for Chris equally important change has been that he has been seeing Jayden almost every week, except when his parents took him on Holiday. I wonder why Frank and Brenda never go on holiday…. Jayden and his mum go swimming with them on Tuesday and they often play a little badminton afterwards, though playing fast moving racket sports can be a challenge when you’re in a nappy and doubly incontinent as Chris found on several occasions. They also fairly regularly come round in the week too for playdates, and Auntie Sandra, as Chris is to refer to her, is now Chris’s primary babysitter when Brenda and Frank need to go out by themselves. Uncle Pete has still never been seen again by anyone in the community. Chris does feel a bit bad about that - poor guy. Chapter 62 - Play date Jayden has been to their house several times, although they’ve never been allowed upstairs together on their own. Today though, Brenda and Sandra have let them. ‘Remember you’re on camera’ said Brenda. ‘I don’t want any funny business under my roof’ said Frank. When they got upstairs Chris proudly started to show Jayden his amazing room and Jayden was duly impressed with it. ‘My room is nothing like this’ he said. ‘In fact our house is nothing like this, you’re really lucky with that’. ‘I know said Chris, it is beautiful’. Jayden was mostly interested in all the lego models around the room, so Chris spent quite a lot of time showing them to him. Whenever Jayden stood close to Chris it was like he had a magnetic charge. Chris could feel the attractive energy busing down that size of his body. After some time playing with the lego they sat on Chris’s bed and Jayden put his hand on Chris’s leg, that felt amazing, so Chris did the same to him. They sat there for a minute in silence before Jayden said. ‘I love spending time with you Chris, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had’ a tear rolling down his cheek as he spoke. Chris swallowed the lump in his throat turned his head towards Jayden for what would be a long and beautiful kiss. The moment was only broken when poor Jayden could take the discomfort in his nappy anymore. The physical attraction causing a boner so hard and for so long, it was agony and his eyes were now running from the pain. Chris went to grab it, to try and help. ‘Don’t he said, don’t touch it, it’s too painful’. Chris backed off and started to get upset. He did not like to see Jayden in pain or discomfort one bit. ‘Don’t worry, it’s fine’ said Jayden. ‘It’s not fine though is it, it ruins something so beautiful. Just because your body is responding to liking me it hurts you. That is meaner than anything Frank and Brenda have ever done to me’. ‘Please don’t touch it’ said Jayden’ clearly in quite some distress. ‘Can I see it again?’ asked Chris curiously. ‘No, we’ll get in trouble and they might not let us see each other again’ said Jayden. ‘It’s ok, if we go over to the window we’re behind the camera and we can hear them come upstairs, they’re really creaky in this house. Slowly they made their way over to the window, and Chris helped Jayden down with his shorts. He was wearing a cute nappy with boats on which also had a landing zone, so unlike Chris’s it can be untapped and re-tapped without being noticeable. They gently untapped it not making too much noise and like before this evil looking contraption is revealed. In the better light than on the NYE party Chris can see more clearly just how much pressure it is applying to Jayden’s penis to prevent it from becoming erect. It seemed that the majority of the resistive force was applied to his balls. His ball sack was so tight that it looked like it was going to tear. ‘I can’t believe this Jayden’ Chris said softly with a tear coming down his face’. ‘Why do you let them do this to you’. ‘Why do you let them strap you in that mean bed every night Chris, it’s the yin and yang isn’t it’. ‘But this looks agony’ said Chris. ‘It’s not normally this bad or this long’ said Jayden. ‘It’s just because it likes you so much’ he said with a sweet smile. After a few minutes Jayden’s attempted erection started to go down and Chris could see the pressure gradually releasing. Flaccid it didn’t look as bad, and Jayden assured him it didn’t hurt. It was only when he was aroused it would try so resolutely to stop him getting any pleasure. Chapter 63 - Can I help? Then they hear a creak on the stairs, in a mad panic they quickly re-tape Jayden’s nappy and yank his shorts up. As Chris is at home, he didn’t have any shorts on, which meant his nappy and the degree to which he had wet it was on view for everyone, including Jayden, to see. Despite knowing that Jayden was also wearing on, he still felt embarrassment at having his wetness indicator so visible. He’d have much rather it wasn’t so on show. Jayden’s mum walks into the room and they both nonchalantly look out of the window pretending they’re watching the birds in the garden or something. ‘Sorry to disturb you both’ she says. ‘But I need to check Jayden’. ‘Oh ok’ said Chris. She goes over to Jayden and pulls down his shorts, giving his nappy a good feel and inspect. ‘Ok, let’s change you’ she says. Without even thinking, Chris blurts out. ‘Can I help?’ She looks at him, his sweet little pleading eyes. ‘I suppose so, if you want. It is only No.1. Is that ok Jayden’. ‘Yeah don’t mind’ said Jayden, pretending he wasn’t bothered, even though he loved the idea. They head to Chris’s changing room, and Sandra opens the door using the fob that Brenda has given her. Jayden hops straight on the change table. ‘This is a cool changing room you have Chris, it’s better than ours isn’t it mum’ he said. ‘Yes it’s very nice isn’t it’ said Sandra. ‘Ok Chris’ said Sandra. ‘I doubt you’ve ever done this before. But we need to pull these tapes, can you help me?’ With that they both remove all 4 tapes and Sandra pulls the nappy down. ‘You can hook his legs up there’ said Chris pointing to the hoist. ‘Oh it’s ok’ said Sandra. ‘We’ve got our own way’. Jayden lifted his bottom and Sandra pulled out the wet nappy. Jayden is now laying flat on his back, his entire bottom half naked. ‘Ok next we need to wipe him down’ says Sandra passing Chris a wet wipe. Chris starts to gradually wipe Jayden. It’s a bit difficult to know where to wipe as much of his penis is inaccessible, so he does around it and then starts to do his balls and up into his bottom. Chris’ hormones are on 100%, he is enormously turned on by this experience and bone hard in his own nappy (pointed down of course). As Chris gently cleans him once again Jayden’s penis starts to harden. Jayden shuffles on the change table as if to brace himself for what is to come. Chris watches as he starts to see Jayden’s penis move upwards. As it does of course the bend in it is completely maintained by the tube. At this angle he can really see the bolt pierced through the head holding it in the tube. The device starts to lift Jayden’s balls up again, until they are now almost pointing straight up in the air. Everything continues to move up until Jayden’s balls can be pulled no more and his ball sack is pulled solidly tight again. Jayden is doing deep breaths up the other end of the table to manage the discomfort. ‘Sorry’ Chris said to him softly. ‘I didn’t mean to do that’. Sandra just carries on with the change process, now ruffling one of Chris’s far less designer Tena nappies ready for Jayden. One thing Chris noticed was actually useful about Jayden’s willy device was that it was not necessary to wait for him to soften before taping him up. Everything was already pointed down where it needed to be. Chris had, had many an embarrassing experience where he’d gotten aroused and Brenda would have to stand around and wait for him to soften up, so she could point him down. Once Sandra had finished taping, she said ‘Ok, all done, sit up for me’. Jayden sat up slowly, saying ‘Ahh, ah’ a couple of times, clearly still in a lot of pain and discomfort. Without thinking, Chris’s anger and emotions got the better of him. ‘I don’t like that thing on his willy, it hurts him and it’s mean’. Once he’d said it, he immediately regretted it and wished he hadn’t said anything, it had just sort of come out. ‘I don’t like it either Chris’ said Sandra calmly. ‘But its only uncomfortable when he can’t control his dirty mind. Isn’t that right Jayden’. ‘Yes mum’ said Jayden. ‘So what do we need to do Jayden?’ she asked. ‘Just think about normal things and not horrible dirty sexual things’ said Jayden as if this was a scripted scene. ‘That’s right’ said Sandra. ‘It’s only painful, if you choose for it to be painful, you’re in control’. Chapter 64 - The Beach Car packed, lunches made, everyone Sun creamed up in advance, we’re ready to head off for a day at the beach. Early May has already rolled around. In some ways Chris’s almost 2 years at the Morden’s has felt like a lifetime, in other ways it’s gone in the blink of an eye. Today Frank, Brenda and Chris are going to the beach with Sandra, Bob and Jayden. It’s been in the diary for months and Chris has been really looking forward to it. This being the UK though it was only going to happen if the weather played nicely, so for the last 2 weeks Chris has been studying the weather forecast intensely. Fortunately for him, the almost impossible has happened and a nice day has arrived on a day with an outdoor event planned! Chris has on just a rash vest (a t-shirt designed for wearing in the water) and a pair of Jeans sorts, “Jorts”. Brenda had brought them for him after Chris went on and on about how nice Jayden’s had looked when they went to the Science museum last year. They’d arrived before Jayden and family, so headed out on their own to get a good spot. Thankfully it was a week day, so it wasn’t too bad. On a sunny weekend the beaches in the UK can get packed solid. Chris is on his harness of course, rules being that when he’s with them he’s on it. Frank has brought almost everything they own with them it would seem. 2 deck chairs, Chris will have to sit on a towel, no deck chair for him, the cooler full of food, beach matts a wind break…It’s as if they are setting up camp for a week. Just as Frank is finishing off setting up the wind break, Jayden pops his head around the with a big cheesy grin. He’s been pulling Bob down the beach like a dog on a lead to get to them. ‘Moooorning!’ he shouts at them. ‘Morning sweet pie’ said Brenda. ‘Good morning young sir’ said Frank. Chris just got up and went straight for a hug. After some setup and sun scream top ups Sandra and Brenda start preparing them for the Beach. Shielded from view Sandra removes all of Jayden’s clothes before putting him in some speedo’s and then putting his harness back on over his bare chest. Brenda is taking a different approach. Obviously poor Chris can’t have a day not in his nappy because he make a mess. I don’t think many people know this, but adult swim nappies are only for poo, they don’t do wee at all, in a swimming pool a bit of wee doesn’t really matter. On the beach though, sitting on your towel or even on the sand where other people are walking, it does matter really. ‘Are you going to be in the sea, the sand or hear with us’ she said to Chris. ‘Ermm, I dunno I guess here to start with’. ‘Ok’she said, ‘Just stay in your regular nappy for now’. She removes Chris’s harness ‘You don’t need that today, we’re just here. Before you go out to the see or the water, look back to remind yourself what our spot looks like and don’t go too far’. With that Chris is now just in a nappy and his rash vest. He walks over to find Jayden and is really surprised to see him a) not wearing a nappy and b) still on his harness. How were they going to go in the sea? Not only that, but Bob has looped the end of Jayden’s harness around the leg of his chair so Jayden only has about 1.5 meters of movement at ground level, when he’s stood up it’s way less than that. Jayden looks enormously well hung in his speedos and whilst he isn’t badly hung, a lot of it is his Chasity device, because of course it comes out and down, it won’t quite lay flat. Chris decides he’ll have to stay with Jayden as he can’t come to him, so they sit where they are and start to build a sand castle together, with their buckets and spades. It’s a little awkward to be honest. Jayden can’t quite get out far enough to reach. He’s sort of stuck inside the windbreak area with the towels, etc. In fact he can only just get off of his towel if he comes out bum first. His reins running back over the top of his head. It annoys Chris a bit, Jayden is obviously frustrated and a bit embarrassed about it and it’s spoiling their time together. After about an hour, Chris says to Bob. ‘Can we go down to the water?’ ‘Are you going to hold on to Jayden for me then?’ Says Bob. ‘Yes of course’ says Chris. Now we know he hates holding Jayden’s reins, but they know each other much better now and Jayden know’s Chris doesn’t like it and won’t pull on him. ‘I’m going down to the water mum’ says Chris. ‘Oh, do you want your swim nappy on’. Oh what a palaver that is going to be thought Chris. More faffing about. ‘No, it’s ok’ he said. ‘Ok said Brenda, but only go up to your knees, if you get that wet with sea water you won’t like what happens next!’ Chapter 65 - Life choices The sight of a 23, almost 24 year old guy, walking down the beach in a t-shirt and nappy, holding on to a 26 year old guy in normal speedos but in a walking harness was certainly strange. Yes, people were looking. Yes some people had packed up and moved away. But did Chris or Jayden think about this for a moment? No they did not. They just focused on what was important to them. Having fun and being together. Even playing in the water together was a bit annoying with Jayden on his harness and Chris only able to go up to his knees. Chris just wanted to drop the harness, but he knew if he did that would be the immediate end of their time in the water. After about 30 minutes of splashing about they sat down together on the sand so that the lapping water just came up to their feet. Like before Jayden put his hand on Chris’s leg, sending a tingling feeling through Chris’s body. Chris didn’t care what the “parents” thought, he lent over and gave Jayden a beautiful and sensual kiss on the lips. As he did, his heart was thumping in his chest. Jayden pulls away a little before Chris is ready. He’s getting hard. Chris is hard, but it’s not possible to tell through his nappy as he is fairly comfortably held down by it. Jayden’s cage is now really obviously sitting on top of his legs in his speedo. ‘It’s so much more painful when I don’t have the nappy holding everything together’ Jayden said taking deep breaths to cope. ‘I absolutely hate this’ said Chris. Every time we have a beautiful moment together, that wicked thing spoils it for us. How could any one, or anything want to prevent us from enjoying each other. I so wish you didn’t have it on’. ‘It’s ok’ said Jayden. ’No, it’s not ok Jayden’ said Chris. ‘You need to talk to them about it, it’s too much they shouldn’t do this to you’. ‘It’s ok, because it’s going to be over soon Chris’ said Jayden. ‘What?’ Said Chris confused. ‘I’ve decided I’m going to leave mum and dad, Sandra and Bob’. ‘Oh’ said Chris. He’d not meant for Jayden to take it that far. ‘I didn’t mean for you to leave’ Said Chris surprised and in a bit of a panic. ‘I thought you were happy overall, I thought you liked how things are? It was just the willy lock thing you didn’t like and we’re getting to see each other a lot’. ‘I do like it’ he said. ‘But I’ve done it’. ‘The experiences are just not unique anymore. I’ve lived out my fantasies, I enjoyed most of it, hated some of it, but either way it’s done. I stay it’s just more of the same, year after year. Just think about it, you had all these experiences early on, but in the last year, what’s been different, what’s notable? If someone were to write a book on your life they’d probably not bother to even cover the last year’. Chris thought about it and realised he was right. Over the last year nothing particularly new or interesting had happened to him. It was just more of the same, very much a routine. ‘I want something new’ said Jayden. ‘I want to drive a car, I want to own a house, I want to go out when I want to, I want to go on holiday, I want a boyfriend…….I want you’. As Jayden spoke Chris looked deeply into into his eyes. ‘You want me to be your boyfriend, but like…normally?’ Said Chris gently. ‘Yes I do. I want to be with you without someone telling me I can’t do “funny business”. I want to love you without that causing pain and discomfort in my willy. I have thought it through. On your contract expiry day in a couple of weeks, I will be standing outside the front of your house, and if you want me, then I hope more than anything in the world I see you walk out and greet me. Free of all this, like a normal guy’. ‘But I’d still need a nappy on at that point, until I get my reversal’ said Chris shyly. ‘Oh I don’t give a damn about that. I don’t care if you’re still in nappies your whole life, I’m going to keep wearing them, though maybe not all the time like now. They are the coolest bit. I mean free of the control, free to do what you want, when you want, with whoever you want. To live new experiences, to grow your mind, to grow……up’. ___ When Chris got home that day his head was spinning with thoughts and counter thoughts. He hadn’t really thought about his contract re-signing. What was he going to do? If anything he’d just thought he’d re-sign it and carry on. The alternative, going back into the real world, just seemed so daunting now after having spent 2 years so closely supervised and looked after. More than anything he didn’t want to hurt Frank and Brenda. After everything they’d done to him, especially in the early stages, he loved them dearly now and he knew they loved him back. He couldn’t imagine not having them there every day. Not being changed by Brenda throughout the day. Not having them to talk to, not having his nice room and living in their lovely house. He felt like he belonged there. But pulling in the other direction was Jayden. If he didn’t leave then it was unlikely he’d ever see him again, that Jayden would move on. That ultimately is what made Chris decide he would not re-sign. He would leave and he would go and be Jayden’s boyfriend. There was more of a long term future in that option than just staying where he was. He would not just repeat the same thing day after day for another 3 years. He would grow up, he would experience new things and move on to the next phases of his life. He’d had a unique opportunity few of us will ever have, to re-live a part of his childhood and though he never intended to originally, he’d ultimately enjoyed it and felt a better person for having gone through it. Chapter 66 - Contract day When Brenda got him up on this important day she was not herself. She knew Chris so well by now, she knew what was going to happen. Sandra had already told her that Jayden had left a week ago and Chris had not been himself, she knew, like mums always know. She knew he was going to leave. When she changed Chris that morning she had a lump in her throat, would this be the last time? After he was freshly changed Frank called family meeting in the dinning room. Frank was on one side of the table, Brenda and Chris on the other. Frank placed a large envelope on the table and began to open it removing some of the papers. ‘A big decision day for you today Chris. You get to decide whether you would like to stay here and do this for another three years, or leave us and go out into the world on your own’. Chris nodded gently. ‘Do you know what you want to do?’ Asked Frank. Brenda already had a tear rolling down her cheek. ‘I do’ he said, but as he tried to say more the emotion over came him and he immediately started to cry. Brenda was now also loosing her composure. Frank looked down at the table sadly and regretfully. ‘And what is that decision Chris, what do you want want to do?’ Asked Frank softly. ‘I’ve had an amazing time here, and I love you both so much, but I need to move on with my life dad’. He said just about holding himself together. Brenda nodded, and smiled at him, ‘I know Chris, I figured it out, it wasn’t hard, and I also think I know you have someone waiting for you on the outside to live that next phase of your life. I would love you to live here with us for another 3 or even 1 year, but because I love you so much, I want you to be happy and so I think you should go and be with Jayden if that is what your heart is telling you to do’. Frank needs a tissue, he’s off now. He may come across tough, but he’s a teddybear on the inside. Trying to look official, but breaking apart inside he says. ‘You know you’re always welcome here Chris, anytime as an adult child or as an adult. Please stay in touch, don’t let us loose you’. ‘You don’t even have to go today if you don’t want to, or need time to sort yourself out. You can stay in the spare room, or even your room if you want. This all felt so strange and so final, but at the same time the fact he was still welcome here was of enormous comfort. ‘Thank you so much both of you. I love you too’ said Chris tears streaming down his face. Frank passed him some papers and said. ‘Here’s your exit paperwork. You just sign here’. Chris looked at a page full of numbers, with a total at the end of -£100,000. ‘What?’ Said Chris in shock thinking he owed £100,000. ‘No silly’ said Frank. ‘We’re giving you £100,000 Chris. To make a start in life. We don’t need the money, trust me, we’ll be alright’. ‘You don’t need to do that’ said Chris. ‘I know’ said Frank. ‘But we want to. It was a tough start, but over the last two years you’ve brought us so much pleasure, it is the least we could do’. ‘Here is a voucher for Dr Sanchez’ just call him and he will do a front and back reversal, he’s now offering both. We’ll supply you with nappies until you’re fully continent again’. ‘Thank you’ said Chris ‘You know I love you both so much Mum and Dad..can I still call you that?’. ‘Of course’ said Frank. ‘We’ll always be here for you, like any parent, we’ll always be Mum and Dad’. Brenda finally manages to speak above her emotions. ‘And until you see Dr Sanchez, or in fact anytime you want a nappy on or a nappy change, you can always come here and I’ll do it for you’. ‘Thanks mum’ Chris said leaning over for a hug. Frank looked at him and pulled his arm toward him across the table. ‘You know your Mum and I will probably do this again’. He said seriously. ‘We’ll get a new son. It’s what we do, it’s what we love, it’s who we are. But I want you to know that doesn’t mean we love our previous sons any less’. ‘Oh’ said Frank. ‘One last thing’. He pushed a key across the table. ‘You can stay in this apartment for as long as you want. You’re of course not obliged to, but you need somewhere to go today if you’re not going to stay here. You just return the key to me when you don’t need it anymore, if that’s in 1 year or 10 I don’t care’. Chris took the key in amazement and started to cry with emotion all over again. ‘It’s nothing too special’ said Frank. ‘But it’s comfortable, furnished and easily big enough for 2’. ‘Thank you Dad, Mum” he said sobbing. ‘If only my birth parents had been as good to me as you’. He said. ‘Right!’ Said Frank in his typical way. I think you better give us a hug and make your way out to the front, because there’s been a young man hiding in my hedge all morning and I’d like you to ask him what he’s doing there please’. ___ So Chris left that day, he met Jayden on the drive, where they hugged each other for what felt like forever. ‘I knew you’d come out to me’ said Jayden. ‘I knew you’d be here’ said Chris. THE END Chapter 67 - Epilogue Chris still visits for Sunday lunch every week. Not in his high chair, but at the table, Brenda still cuts it all up for him though. Chris and Jayden have since moved to their own home, not far from the Morden’s. They enjoy travelling and have been on many holidays together, their first in Barcelona, where they had the most magical time and realised they’d be together for the rest of their lives. Chris went on to achieve a Phd in Physics and Applied Mathmatics and become Dr Christopher Stephen Applegate (his full real name). He is currently a senior research fellow at the University of Surrey. Chris still has his bike and he and Jayden regularly go for rides together at the weekends. He’s since bought himself a more discrete outfit. Frank and Brenda are yet to take on any more sons. Chris never went to see Dr Sanchez for his reversal. He has since managed to regain more control over his bum naturally over time, he’s not bothered about wetting himself anymore. Both he and Jayden remain in nappies 24/7.

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Chapter 57 - Access denied Chris had never seen or imagined anything like it. At the base of Jayden’s penis was a solid metal ring. Attached to that and secured with some weird screws at the top was a metal shaft which pointed unrelentingly downward. Between the ring and the shaft was a small gap enough for his sack to fit through but no where near enough for his balls to pass through. But they weren’t getting there anyway. Clamped around his balls and attached at the back to the ring was a tight screwed on scrotal cuff, holding his balls in place at the bottom of his sack. At the tip was a cap, also screwed on with three screws around it. It just allowed a glimpse of the head of Jayden’s penis. Chris could just make out a metal bar coming out of the tip of the penis and through the cap of the device. It was hollow, presumably for weeing through. The same bar then exited Jayden’s penis a bit higher up at the back, in a place there isn’t normally a hole and secured again through the back of the tube. This penis was not pulling out of that tube. With Jayden, like Chris, bursting with arousal, the whole contraption was being pushed forward aggressively and looked extremely tight on Jayden’s balls which were bright red and being thrust forward and upward. It looked extremely uncomfortable. Chris asked a question which was stupid in hindsight. ‘Does it come off?’. ‘Well mum and dad can take it off for cleaning, but I can’t’. ‘Have you ever tried?’. ‘What do you think? I’ve tried everything over the last year to get it off’. ‘Have you ever succeeded?’ asked Chris. ‘Nope, but I’ve drawn blood enough times trying’. Chris could see now that the device was quite marked and scratched around all the screw holes, presumably where poor Jayden had tried various tools on it over time. ‘You need a special screw driver with like a n S on it to get it off. Just can’t do it without them and if I do make some progress in cutting a grove in a screw for a regular screw driver they just spot it, replace it and punish me. By now a tear is running down his face. ‘It’s the main thing I don’t like. I’ve not touched my own penis for 11 months. I get no sensation in it at all, it’s like my cock is just a useless brick in my nappy. Even when they take it off to clean it they secure my hands at the top of the changing mat to “stop any impropriety”’. ‘Oh my god’ said Chris, feeling sorry for Jayden but also now terrified at the prospect of having to wear one himself. ‘Can you cum in it’? ‘I’ve managed to a few times. But it gets really tight and pulls like fuck when I get a boner’. ‘I can see that!’ said Chris. ‘But I guess it stops you getting horny most of the time in the first place’. ‘No, it makes you horny all the bloody time, because you can’t get relief. Sometimes after a few weeks I get a wet dream which provides some relief for a day or two’. Jayden was still trying to calm himself, but standing there with it all out in front of Chris was just making him even harder. His penis was trying desperately to get erect, but just like every other time over the last year, other than the odd satisfying, but untouchable boner on his changing mat, it was completely unable to, instead just placing huge pressure on itself and Jayden’s poor balls. Chris gave it a gentle and affectionate stroke. ‘I wish I could feel that said Jayden looking at the ceiling in desire. With that the curtain swung back and Brenda was standing there with a look of absolute horror! ‘What in the name of god is going on HERE!’ She said in total disbelief. ‘GET UP!’, she said to Chris. ‘Sandra, get over here quick!’ She yelled across the hall’. Jayden started to tuck himself in. ‘Don’t move’!, said Brenda, I want your mother to see what you’re doing you filthy young man’. I must point out here that her disgust is not because she is any way homophobic, she knows full well Chris is gay, and she hopes one day he’ll settle down with a nice man, but not now, absolutely not now. The thought of Chris being sexually active breaks the illusion for her, she is terrified of it. Sandra comes over and gives a look of equal horror. Frank has also showed up, Chris’s harness dangling in his hands. As Sandra’s starts aggressively re-fitting Jayden’s nappy and pulling up his trousers, Frank is angrily and disappointedly securing Chris’s harness. ‘I tell you, literally every time you’re not wearing this outside the house, something untoward happens! He barked as he clicked the crotch strap into place. Chris pulls forward hard to quickly grab Jayden for a hug before they part, but Frank forces him back with a firm pull on the rein. With that Jayden and Chris look at each other longingly as they are both dragged away on their harness to opposite sides of the hall. ‘Thank you’ Chris mouths to Jayden as they part. ___ This is the device fitted to Jayden. All photos credit @CyclicCycle on Twitter https://twitter.com/Miss_On_Top/status/1652859903860518915/photo/1 https://twitter.com/Miss_On_Top/status/1670415391170895874/photo/1 https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1664691128937984002/photo/1 https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1604145548302639105/photo/1 https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1604141418385182722/photo/1 https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1380856364654821376/photo/1 https://twitter.com/Miss_On_Top/status/1578748328199585793/photo/1 https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1380860616286560264/photo/1 https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1515866524111802370 All those look ok? Not so much when erect, if you can call it that: https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1360581636274978816/photo/1 https://twitter.com/CyclicCycle/status/1360579560400703490/photo/1 Chapter 58 - Milk, Eggs and a loaf of Bread It’s early May and it’s nearly Chris’s Birthday. Over the last 4 months not a lot has changed for Chris. After the incident on the bike at Christmas and then the New Years Eve party he’d not felt confident enough to ask for his watch on. He knew they weren’t going to let him out on his own for a while. He’d thought about Jayden a lot, in fact if he didn’t have anything else occupying him he’d think about Jayden. He’d go on and on and on to Brenda and Frank about him: ‘Maybe we could meet with you and his mum’ ‘We could be on our harnesses’ ‘You could enforce a gap between us if you want’ ‘It could be in a public place’ Brenda had gradually softened in her replies, from “No”, to “We’ll see” to “I’ll talk to his mum”, so the message was gradually getting through and Chris was encouraged by the progress. He sat on his bed, with his gps watch in his hands rolling it threw his fingers. Today he thought - If you don’t ask you don’t get. Maybe they will let me go out. Not to see Jayden obviously, but just out. Life was feeling very claustrophobic. He went downstairs to Frank sitting in the lounge watching rubbish on tv and said softy. ‘Dad, could I have my watch put on please?’ Frank looked over at him. ‘We’ve been wondering when you’d want that on’ he said. ‘Come on then’. Frank opened the changing room with his RFID fob and went over to a draw, pulling out his rivet gun and secured it to Chris’ wrist. It lit up straight away and said “Press to Pair”. ‘Ok’ said Frank who’d also got the manual out, not very confident with technology is our Frank. I think we just have to press on it and wait a few seconds. Chris looked scared. ‘It’s ok’ said Frank. ‘It won’t bite’. The watch showed a big swirling ring with “Pairing…” showing on the screen. Then, not painfully, but certainly taking Chris by surprise his scrotum went “Bomp” “Bomp”. Each time his little padded bum bounced into the air. “Paired” said the watch and then it returned to its Home Screen of the map. When he came down stairs that afternoon Frank and Brenda were sat in the lounge waiting for him anxiously. ‘So…do you want to try that watch out son’ said Frank. ‘Oh errr, ok’ said Chris, not expecting this so quickly! ‘Your mum needs a loaf of Bread, a box of eggs and 2 pints of milk from the shop in the parade. Do you think you could get them for her?’. ‘Yes!’ said Chris. ‘Ok' said Frank, 'do you know the way?’. ‘Yes I think so’ said Chris. ‘Well not to worry I’ve plotted the root and sent it to your watch, so you can just follow it if you’re lost’. ‘Ok, cool’ said Chris turning to leave. ‘Don’t you need some money and to put some trousers on first’ said Brenda laughing. Chris of course only ever wore a nappy and t-shirt indoors. ‘Oh yeah’. ‘Here’s £10’ said Frank. 'That’s plenty for what your mum needs. Treat yourself to some Chocolate or sweets with the rest’. This surprised Chris, he’d had a little Chocolate, but never any sweets ever since he’d been there. Outside on the drive he studied the watch. It showed a green line along the drive, turn right and then along the street. It felt so weird to be out on his own. He’d been out once in nearly a whole year on his own, that was to registration. He felt like he was driving a car without a seatbelt, no harness on whilst walking along the street felt strangely insecure. So genuinely worried about Chris going out on his own after all this time, Frank and Brenda had hatched a cunning plan. They were going to follow him and make sure he was ok. If he turned around they’d just hide in a drive or something - darting into the bushes, Monty Python style. So as Chris was about 100 yards away they were making their way along behind him. He walked along carefully and with trepidation, not looking where he was going but studying the blue dot move along the green line. Chris has been to this shop loads of times on foot, but he is hopeless with directions. He’s a bright lad, but this is his Achilles heal. Imagine for a moment that you’re only 90% sure where you’re going, and that if you take a wrong turn there will be someone standing in front of you who will kick you in the bollocks. Well this is basically the situation Chris is in, and he is very aware of it. One wrong move and it’s gonna hurt. He gets to the shop, collects the items and picks himself up some minstrels as a chocolate treat. He’s worked out that he actually has enough for some more, but he doesn’t want to be greedy. After he’s paid the money he headed out into the street with his little shopping bag and starts heading home the way he came. Frank and Brenda are comically scurrying along behind. They’ve not thought about how weird it will look when he gets home and they aren’t there, suddenly to turn up behind him…. He’s more relaxed now, starting to enjoy himself a bit more. ““Beep”” “”Beep”” What?? Think’s Chris looking at his watch in a panic “Amber Zone warning 10,9,8…”. How?? I’m going the right way! He taps the map and his blue dot has sort of drifted a bit from where he actually is, in the middle of someones garden on the otherside of the road. As he stands there it gradually drifts back to the correct place “Green zone, Ok”, the display says. ‘What’s he doing?’ say’s Brenda. ‘Not sure, quick get in here, hide!’ says Frank. Chris sets off again but he’s not much further along the road when ““Beep”” “”Beep””, he looks at the watch again in dismay as his blue dot just sort of caries on moving around as he is standing still. Now at this point Frank should know what is happening, because his phone is pinging him with the same warnings. But in their hurry to get out, Frank’s phone is still on the arm of the arm chair. 3,2…Chris braces for impact. “Punch, Punch” he gets two warnings in the groin. His bottom shooting backwards. There’s nothing really wrong with the watch here. Any of us that have used gps on a phone know it will drift about in a built up area. This is Frank not understanding that and rather than just setting a radius around the house and shop - as the watch is designed to work, he’s plotted a narrow route along the road, thinking that’s the best way to do it. Watching from behind Brenda shouts to Frank in horror. ‘I know what he’s doing…that bloody thing is shocking him! He’s not doing anything wrong bless him!. Frank! Make it stop!!!!!’. ‘Shit I haven’t got my phone on me!!’ Frank says slapping his pockets in panic. “Punch, Punch, Punch”. Chris has now knelt down with one knee. ‘Nooo!!’ Shouts Brenda. Chris turns on hearing it and see’s Brenda running towards him, Frank following behind. She grabs hold of him, ‘I’m sorry love, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You’re not doing anything wrong, my poor baby’. With this the watch has returned to the green zone and it stops punching him. When Frank gets there Brenda is burning with rage. ‘Right…that’s it…enough. This stops now. I never liked the idea of this wicked device. I didn’t like it hurting Rich and I don’t like it hurting Chris, it’s cruel and it doesn’t work properly. Rich got more erroneous shocks than real ones, and poor Chris has walked less than a mile’. ‘But..’ Said Frank. ‘Don’t you but me, she said still raging. When we get in. The watch is off and going in the bloody bin and you can book an appointment with that crook of a so called doctor of yours to get that thing out of his testicles!!!. Chris love, we’ll get you out on your own without it. You’re a good boy.’ You see it may seem throughout that Frank is in charge. But when it comes down to it, Brenda is in charge. In fact, everything Frank does is for Brenda. He is absolutely devoted to her and her happiness. He has set all of this up purely for her because that is what she wanted. If she has said this is the end of this watch / gps device, then it absolutely is. It was removed in a home visit by Dr Sanchez the following Wednesday. Chapter 59 - Happy Birthday! Message from the Author: The original ending of the previous chapter didn’t end like that, it was far more brutal and here there were two Chastity chapters, on popular request from readers. Chris went back to Dr Sanchez, not to have his willy zapper removed, but to have one of those brutal chastity devices fitted. But these have been deleted, because they are wrong. That isn’t where we have built up to is it? Brenda, and possibly even Frank would not want to inflict more pain and discomfort on him now. We’ve had the difficulties, we’ve had the humiliation, we’ve had the anger, the frustration and the pain. But now things are turning beautiful between them, let’s not spoil that. You see as I’ve spent hours writing this I have become incredibly fond of Chris, and Brenda and even to some extent Frank. Writing the Christmas chapter I genuinely had tears rolling down my face. I don’t want more pain, I just what the best for this lovely young man. So as we enter the closing chapters of this story, that dear reader is where we are going. This is about to become a beautiful love story about 4 people. Yes that’s right, 4. And for you chastity lovers, don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you, there’s a little something for you. — ‘Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, haaaapppy Birthday day dear Chrrrrisss, Happy Birthday to yooooooou’. Sung Frank and Brenda as that beamed into his room on a Beautiful May Day to get him up. May the 9th actually. Chris’s 23rd Birthday. ‘Come on let’s get you up’ she said joyfully, we’ve got a busy day today, we have to be out in an hour’. ‘Oh cool where are we going?’ Asked Chris. ‘It’s a surprise’ she said. Once up, fed and showered, Chris was laying on his changing mat, legs in the air waiting for his nappy to be put on. As she was unfurling it and giving it a ruffle she said. ‘We’re going up to the science museum in London today’ with a bring grin, so pleased with herself. ‘Oh cool, always wanted to go there’ said Chris. ‘And someone you like is going to be coming with us’, she said with another big proud grin. ‘Jayden!?’ Shouted Chris. ‘Yes, Jayden and his mum and dad are going to meet us on the train and spend the day there with us’. In this moment Chris felt like his heart was going to explode. He couldn’t possibly have a better Birthday present than this. To finally, after 5 months, see again the boy who had melted his heart and he’s thought about every single day since. Chris went down to the door waiting for his harness to be put on. ‘You don’t have to wear that today if you don’t want to’. Said Frank. ‘Your mum thinks you’re ready to go out without it, you just hold our hand’. Chris thought for a minute. ‘Will Jayden be wearing his?’ He said. ‘I don’t know son’ said Frank. ‘Because if we think he’s going to have to wear his I want to wear mine’. ‘I honestly don’t know’ said Frank. ‘That’s up to his mum and dad’. Chris thought some more and concluded it was likely Jayden would be in his. He never in a million years thought he’d say this. ‘I want to wear mine, I don’t feel safe going all the way to London without it’. He said. ‘Ok’ said Frank. ‘But once it’s on it’s on, I’m not taking it on and off all day’. ‘That’s cool’ said Chris casually, ‘Buckle me up’. When they got to the station, Sandra, Jayden’s mum had text Brenda to say they were in the last coach, so they headed to the far end of the platform. Chris was so excited he could burst. As the train arrived and the first 11 coaches rolled past, it felt like a million. As the last carriage rolled to a stop in front of them, he was looking in the windows for Jayden whilst they waited for the doors to open. As the door opened Chris bolted in there so fast he nearly tore Frank’s arm off, but as he looked down the carriage he could not see Jayden at all. They made their way down the carriage. Chris looking frantically and starting to panic at the potential disappointment. As he passed by ‘Hello there’ cried Bob, Jayden’s dad. ‘Oh where’s Jayden said Chris’, forgetting himself and being a little rude. ‘He’s really not been all that well this last week’ said Bob. ‘We’ve just had what Sandra and I call a “Nap-splosion”, she’s just in the loo sorting him out now’. And he pointed to the big disabled loo in the carriage with the revolving door. Chris sat down and started at the door. The train was already well underway before the light flashed on the door and it began to open, gradually revealing Jayden and his mum standing there. Chris could barely breathe at the sight of him. He looked a little different, his hair was a little longer, it looked nice - floppier. He was less formally dressed too, in a nice pair of blue jeans shorts (jorts I believe they’re called - kids today…) and a nice pink t-shirt. Oh and yes, his walking hardness and reins. Chris went to leap up, but Frank grabbed hold of him instinctively and pulled him back down. ‘Easy now’ he said gently. As Jayden came over he knelt down to Chris and gave him a hug as he sat. The feel of Jayden’s gentle soft arms on him made Chris’s entire body buzz with sexual energy. After about 10 seconds Jayden’s mum pulled on his harness to pull him off. ‘Come on you, sit down’, she said. In these ridiculous trains we have in the UK the seating is 6 and 2, yet the carriages are no where near wide enough for this. This isn’t a plot device, this is the reality of South Western Railway and its long suffering travellers. With the two dads sat facing each other by the window, the two mums in the middle facing each other, Chris and Jayden were perched on the end. The only thing stopping Chris from falling off was Frank holding on to him. Now those two chatted the entire way, and unless I looked away for a second I did not see those two hands come apart as they were chatting, the entire way. Chapter 60 - Yin and Yang During that journey Chris learnt a lot about Jayden, both how they’re different and how they are the same, some of the things surprised Chris. So we already pretty much know how they are the same. They’re both “sons” in this community, they both met their “parents” through online Ads. They’re both treated like they are children. They both wear nappies (and use them). They both go out in walking harnesses, etc. If it wasn’t for these similarities, they may never have met. We also know some of the ways they are different. Jayden sleeps in a cot not a restraint bed and he has a chastity device fitted 24/7, which he is unable to remove. But Chris also learnt other interesting ways in which they are different. Jayden knew that he was going to be treated this way before he even showed up at Sandra and Bob’s. This is why he went there. In fact on the day he turned up he was already wearing a nappy. He’d worn and enjoyed nappies as a fetish long before he met Sandra and Bob. On the day they “interviewed” him he’d been asked to do a demonstration wee and poo and he had performed impeccably. He’s not under any kind of contract like Chris. He’s technically able to leave at any time, he just chooses to stay, but if he stays he has to follow their rules. He’s not had any kind of procedure done, he doesn’t like to admit it but he deliberately wets and messes himself. Nor have Sandra or Bob ever locked the loos or insisted that he use a nappy, he just does because he prefers it and they’re happy to change him. So to Chris’s amazement, and perhaps a little disappointment, as much as they appear the same, they are actually quite different. Jayden is, or at least was far more willing. Conversely, Jayden is a little upset for Chris when he tells him about his procedure and how he can currently not control himself. He’s pretty horrified at the restraint bed too. After his reaction to these Chris thought it best to not even mention the Willy zapper, especially as that gone now anyway. So why then did Jayden not leave if he hated this thing on his Willy so much? Yin and Yang he said. Rough with smooth, give and take. I get a lot of what I want, I have to give them what they want, and they want me to wear it. Chris and Jayden and even their parents had a fantastic day at the Science museum. Chris and Jayden held hands the entire time, only letting go when they were taken in turn by their mums to be changed in the loo. I recall one extremely sweet moment, where they were both trying to eat their little packed lunches with one hand, because they did not want to let go of each other. So incredibly sweet to watch. What beautiful souls these two young men are.

I’m sorry to disappoint you, but this has nothing to do with going the Netflix / Disney route. I am gay, so a love interest with a girl does nothing for me. Chris’ sexuality was declared in the very first sentence “Chris is a mature and responsible 22 year old university student, recently thrown out by his parents for being gay and looking for somewhere to live and for some people to support him.” Thanks for joining us this far. x

Chapter 53 - Lost You may or may not be worried that Chris being missing would activate his scrotal implant. I can put your mind at rest, that can’t happen. It can only be triggered by the gps watch, which hasn’t yet been re-attached to his arm, or the fob, which has a range similar to a car remote, so no, activation can cannot happen here. Chris doesn’t know this for sure though. What also can’t happen is Frank locate Chris on the gps, because that can only work if he is wearing the watch, which he isn’t. Chris got it back yesterday and it would have been perfect for them both in this situation, so it’s annoying that it is still in its box on the desk in Chris’ room. It’s incredible how the last 6 months have changed Chris. 6 months ago in a situation like this he’d have been fine. He’d have just walked along, asked for directions, just sorted himself out basically. But he’d lost some of that, he didn’t have that kind of confidence now. Nor did he have any money or even a coat. As the bit of sweat on him he’d built up started to cool rapidly he was getting really cold and shaking. He was also just tremendously upset about the whole situation. How he’d ruined it again. He looked at his lovely new bike, convinced it would be a long time before he got to ride it again, maybe never. Adding to his distressed mental state, not knowing for sure the technical limitations of his implant he was also frightened that at any moment he’d receive a punishment shock, or worse a sequence of them repeatedly kicking him in the bollocks for his insubordination. As he was standing there sobbing, shaking and clutching his groin in anticipation, the lady in the house he was standing in front of came out to him. ‘Are you okay young man?’ She asked. She took a look at what she saw in front of her. A young man, somewhere between 20 and 25, tears pouring down his face, he’s wearing an unusually large amount of safety equipment and he’s clutching at himself. ‘No, I’m lost’ he said his voice quivering. ‘Where are you trying to go?’ She said ‘I have Google Maps on my phone, I can get you directions’. ‘Home’ said Chris. ‘Can you be anymore specific?’ She said thinking he was joking. ‘What’s the address?’ At this point Chris realised, he didn’t know Frank and Brenda’s address. In the last 6 months he’d had absolutely no cause to recall it. If you find this unbelievable, picture yourself in the middle of a 2 week vacation and wonder how you’d respond if someone asked you for the street address of your hotel. You might know where it is, but can you recall its street address? Could you make your way there from an unknown location? Or would you need to look it up on your phone? ‘Errm, It’s in Petersfield’ he said. ‘Ok, what’s the street name?’, she said. He was pretty sure it was like a bird’s name or something. ‘Maybe Swallows or something’ he said. She put “Swallows, Petersfield” in her phone. ‘Nothing’s come up’, she said. ‘Do you have a phone or anything?’. ‘No’ said Chris. ‘Ok’ she said ‘You’re freezing, come inside, bring your bike it will be safe down the side of my house’. She gestures Chris in front her and he pushes his bike through her gate. She takes one look at Chris from behind and notices he is wearing a large incontinence pad in the back of his outfit. ‘Were you with anyone when you got lost today?’ She asked hesitantly. ‘Yeah, I was with my Dad, but I turned around and he was just gone’. At this point she knew she was dealing with a vulnerable adult (of sorts, I mean he is genuinely pretty vulnerable right now isn’t he). Inside she gets a towel and places it on the sofa and then gestures him to sit on it. (She’s no idea how effective his pads are is she). I’ll be back in a sec, she said. After a few minutes she came back in. Chris is warming up, and settling down, but he is still bouncing his leg nervously. She tries to occupy him and find out more information she might be able to get out of him to find out where he lives. Nice lady: ‘What’s your name dear?’ Chris: ‘Chris’ Nice lady: ‘What’s your Dad’s name?’ Chris: ‘Frank’ Nice lady: ’What’s your Mum’s name?’ Chris: Brenda Nice lady: ‘How old are you Chris?’ Chris: ‘I’m 22, but I am 23 in May’. Nice lady: ‘Oh you’re a bit older than I thought Chris.’ Chris: ‘Oh am I? Heh.’ Nice lady: ‘Do you have a job or go to school or anything like that?’ Chris: ‘I do home learning’ Nice lady: ‘Oh lovely, and what are you learning?’ Chris: ‘I’m a Physics and Applied Mathematics undergraduate.’ Needless to say, that came as a bit of a surprise to hear and she now didn’t know where she was. Was he making that up? Nice lady: ‘And what are they teaching you now?’ Chris: ‘I’m doing like 4 courses this term’ Chris shuffles himself about a bit and fiddles with his crotch, ‘ooopshie’ she shouts, jumping to grab him off of her sofa. Chris is a bit shocked and jumps up, actually wetting himself in the process. ‘Oh it’s ok she says looking at the towel, I’m sorry sit down’. Realising what she’d just done, he said ‘It’s ok, I have a nappy on’. ‘I know dear’, she said softly. ‘I saw it’. Nice lady: ‘So what courses are you doing this term?’ Chris: ‘Errm…Entropy, Equilibrium and Elasticity, Thermodynamics and Quantum Theory. Next term I’m doing more maths ones so Calculus, Set Theory and Circular and Rotational Motion’. This lady is now totally confused at the cognitive function of this young man. On the one hand he seems like a vulnerable child, he doesn’t even know where he lives and he’s incontinent. On the other he is studying complex subjects and can at least recall their names perfectly. The human mind is a mysterious thing she thinks to herself, shaking her head in amazement. With that she gets up and goes to the window. Chris stands and sees the Police car pull up in front of the house. Chapter 54 - The Police The Police were well trained and professional. They had dealt with this vulnerable young man so well, that they’d eventually convinced him he was not going to be arrested if he went with them, they were simply going to help him get home. At the Police station they’d put him in a small but comfortable little room designed to put victims at ease as they recounted their ordeals. He was with a young policeman, not much older than himself who was asking him very similar questions to the nice lady he’d just met. Meanwhile Frank and Brenda have been at home an hour. Frank had obviously had to declare he’d lost him. ‘How can you just loose him!?’ she shouted. ‘He just got a bit ahead of me and flew out the park’. ‘Couldn’t you have given him a little zap with that wicked bloody thing you’ve made our last two sons wear?’ She’d never been comfortable with the scrotal attachments, but she’d seen a clear use for it here. When Frank had turned up with it for Rich at the re-signing of his year 3-5 contract she’d gone apeshit about it. But with Rich, it had only ever gone off once because Frank sat on the Fob. Rich’s was also a much older model. Whilst Rich was under contract not to remove it, if he’d have wanted to remove it he could have just ripped it off quite easily. Things had moved on a lot in the last couple of years in the willy zapper department! ‘How could he run away after the lovely day we had yesterday’ said Frank. Brenda stood there pacing and thinking. ‘I don’t think he has run away. I think he’s lost’ she said. ‘What makes you say that? You know what he’s like, he’s tried to run away before’. ‘Was like’ she said. ‘I know him now, I can tell we’ve connected with him, he wouldn’t run away now, I could see the love in his eyes yesterday when he looked at me. My poor boy is lost! He doesn’t know the way.’ ‘I’m going to phone the Police’ she said. ‘Don’t be bloody stupid’ said Frank. ‘You know this isn’t a real or normal situation don’t you? I know we tell ourselves his our little boy but he’s a bloody grown man. For all we know he is there right now telling them how this evil couple have held him captive for 6 months’. ‘Don’t be ridiculous’ said Brenda. ‘And if he has, then they’re just going to come here and arrest us anyway, but if he’s lost and been found or made his way there, at least I can file a report’. She had a point, so Frank let her make the call. ‘Yes, that’s right. He’s 22, was on his bike with his dad when they got separated…a black and white cycling outfit….I know…but he’s vulnerable and not used to being out on his own…yes I’ll wait a moment’. After a few minutes…’Oh thank god, oh thank you yes we’ll be there in a minute’. He’s there Frank! He’s there!’ —- As Chris was busy answering the questions, the door suddenly opened and there was Brenda, tears streaming, arms out for a cuddle. He’d never been so pleased to see someone in all his life. ‘Mum!’ He yelled lovingly. He jumped out of the chair and threw his arms around her. With the sudden movement and the firm embrace he popped the seals at both ends and did a lovely satisfying poo and wee into his already soaked nappy and for the first time, it actually felt good. Chapter 55 - Love interest When your author first started to write this chapter it was just called “New Years Eve”, because that is where this is set. But after witnessing the events that took place that night I had to change it to reflect the main and beautiful thing that happens. You may recall that there is an annual NYE event for “families” like Frank, Brenda and Chris. The kind of people that get into this thing deeply and can afford the time to take it on are usually pretty wealthy. As such the NYE event is in a magnificent Hall which doubles as a theatre, decorated splendidly and about 150 people were expected. When Chris arrived he was dressed in smart tan chino’s, a blue formal shirt with sparkly bits like the night sky and and a cute little yellow dicky bow that Brenda has picked up from somewhere. Oh and of course, his harness. They were one of the first ones there, Brenda was a senior member of this community and was one of the organisers setting up. She was busy fussing as Frank took Chris up to the bar. As Frank was waiting to get their drinks, to Chris’s absolute delight he started to unfasten the harness. He wasn’t going to have to wear it! He was so pleased he couldn’t help but turn around after it was off and say ‘Thanks Dad!’. ‘It’s ok son’ he said. ‘You don’t need it tonight’. As Chris sat and watched the various families arrive and come in he noticed the ages of the sons and daughters varied quite a bit. Some looked much older. He was one of the younger ones. Some of the families also had multiple sons and daughters. That would be fun he thought. With every one that came in he was looking to see two things: 1. Were any on harnesses like he had to be. 2. Did it look like they had nappies on. He’d seen no harnesses, nappies were much more difficult to spot. However he’d definitely seen one. A girl about his age in a long thin silk dress. Her bum was definitely padded. After 30-45 minutes the place had pretty much filled up and the pace of people arriving slowed. Chris was a bit disappointed to be honest, he didn’t really see anyone he wanted to talk to. Then, as he sipped his drink through his straw he looked up, standing in the vestibule area was a guy about his age. Lovely short brown hair with a quiff at the front. Beautifully smooth skin, a smart t-shirt and a nice pair of black jeans. And whilst that was more than enough for Chris to want to talk to this guy, the thing that really exited him….he was in a harness just like his, although minus the crotch strap lucky bugger. Chris was fascinated to watch him as he and is parents went and sat down. Once sat he could see him scanning the room like Chris had, and Chris pretty much could tell he was feeling lonely and embarrassed that he was the only one in a harness. ‘Can I go about on my own?’ Asked Chris tentatively to Brenda. ‘Yes love, she said. ‘But stay in this area, no going in the kitchen or out by the door, it’s dangerous, ok?’. ‘Ok’ he promised. Chris made a beeline for him and walked up to him with a big grin. The lad looked up and gave him a half smile, but he looked so sad. Chris was already so attracted to him he could feel the energy like a magnetic field around him. ‘Hi, I’m Chris’ he said. ‘Hi, I’m Jayden’. ‘Nice to meet you Jayden’. Said Chris cheerfully. ‘Hey’. was the reply. Chris was a bit disappointed at how Jayden didn’t really seem to want to chat back to him. He hoped it was the harness thing which was making Jayden look so sad and withdrawn. ‘You know I have to wear one of those silly harnesses too’ said Chris. It was, Jayden looked straight up at him with a grin. ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah, I came in it tonight, I was in it earlier but my Dad has taken it off now’. ‘Oh cool’ said Jayden ‘I wish mine would, no one else has one on’. Chris pulled up a chair opposite him. ‘How long have you been with your Mum and Dad?’ said Chris. ‘Just over a year’ said Jayden. ‘Do you like it?’ Chris asked. Jayden thought for a moment and then said ‘You know I’ve thought about it a lot and I do, I love them. There is a lot I like, some I love, and some things I struggle with’. Chris was impressed with this answer, a thinker, like he was. ‘You know that is such a good way of putting it’ said Chris. ‘I hated it at first, but I’m quite happy to stay now’. ‘What do you like & love about it?’ asked Chris. ‘They hug me, my real Mum and Dad never really did. They tell me they love me. They make me feel special, like I’m the centre of their world.’ This was just so sweet, Chris’s heart was melting. ‘What do you not like?’ asked Chris. ‘This harness, it’s just so embarrassing, and my willy thing’. ‘Heh, I don’t like my harness or my willy thing, I’m not a fan of my bed either’ Chris replied. ‘Oh I love my bed’, said Jayden. It’s a cot actually, it’s got all my teddies in it. It’s got a roof on too so no one can get me. I am safe in there’. The cot definitely sounded better than the bed and Segufix! Chris noticed no nappies mentioned in the love or hate and they’re pretty significant right? So he braved himself for the question, and thought he’d put it a less direct way. ‘Can I ask a private question?’, ‘Erm yeah’ said Jayden. ‘Do you use the toilet?’. Jayden looked a bit awkward and as if when he gave his answer Chris might just walk off. ‘No I don’t he said, I just go.’ Chris gave him a big smile and opened his crotch to emphasise his bulge a bit. ‘It’s fine, I’ve got a nappy on too’. Chris desperately wanted to go off somewhere more private with him, and he was feeling brave. Without even checking with Jayden, he turned straight round to his Dad and said. ‘Excuse me sir, can Jayden and I go and play’. ‘Oh hello young man’ said Jayden’s Dad. ‘And what is your name?’. ‘I’m Chris, and Jayden and I just wanted to know if we could go and play’. ‘How old are you Chris’? Asked the man. ‘I’m 22 said Chris. 23 in May’. ‘Oh ok, Jayden’s a little older than you in years aren’t you Jayden, he’s 24, but he’s not as big and grown up as you in other ways’. With that he held out Jayden’s rein. ‘If you go off and play, you make sure you hold onto him tightly for me now won’t you’. ‘Oh yes sir. We’ll be good!’ Chapter 56 - Lets go! Come on let’s go! Chris said to Jayden encouragingly. Jayden jumped up at the offer. ‘Let’s go find somewhere quieter and more private to chat’ said Chris. As the walked off Chris was sure of one thing, there was no way he was going to pull on that rein, even the slightest bit. As they searched, Chris was essentially the one following Jayden around focusing on keeping the rein slack at all times. He didn’t want Jayden to think his was being dominant over him, Chris is not the dominant type at all, he’s an endless gentle guy. They dipped their heads through a curtain next to the stage and behind it was a small area where the actors would wait to come on stage. ‘In here’ said Jayden. Now you have to remember that whilst both Chris and Jayden are both absolutely treated like children, they are not children. They are young, handsome, testosterone filled, somewhat sexually frustrated, men in their prime. Chris didn’t want to chat, he wanted more some physical touching. Shyly and hopefully he asked ‘do you like boys or girls?’ Jayden didn’t answer but instead looked into his eyes, lent forward, turned his head slightly and puckered his lips gently to offer and kiss. Chris shuddered with arousal and went for it. A long, beautiful, sensual kiss. They went on and on and on. As they got more and more into it Chris put his hand on Jayden’s padded bum and pulled him towards his crotch. It would have been so much better without nappies on, but it was still wonderful to press up against him. As Chris is gyrating slightly he can feel even through both of their nappies, Jayden is pointed down, but bone hard, incredibly bone hard, it’s like he has a rock in there. As Chris is feeling around Jayden starts to get uncomfortable and pushes Chris’s hand away. ‘I’m sorry, sorry’ said Chris fearful he’d over stepped the mark. Jayden looked quite distressed and was sort of deep breathing and holding himself, looking like he was trying to calm down. ‘It’s not you he said breathlessly as if he was in pain, it’s my Willy thing’. ‘What?’ asked Chris. ‘It hurts when I get a boner, and you’ve given me a massive boner.’ ‘Oh’ said Chris a bit confused. ‘Is it shocking you?’. ‘What? No it just hurts’. Chris was intrigued. ‘Can I see it?’ Chris asked. ‘Errm, I spose, if you want’. Chris knelt down as Jayden undid his trousers and pulled them down. His nappy looked much different to Chris’s, it was covered in cars and planes and patterns. ‘Your nappy is cool’ said Chris, mine looks boring compared. ‘These are my favourite ones, said Jayden’. ‘Do you like your nappies?’ asked Chris. ‘Yeah I love them, that’s how I got into this in the first place’ said Jayden. ‘I wore them a lot before I met Sandra and Bob’. ‘Oh right’ said Chris, noting the first major difference between them. ‘My Mum and Dad are Frank and Brenda’ said Chris. ‘Maybe they know each other and we could see each other again’. As Chris was talking and thinking how he could ensure he stayed in contact and not loose this wonderful guy at the end of the night like Cinderella, Jayden untapped himself. ‘You’re not going to get in trouble are you?’ said Chris. ‘Nah, I can just re-tape these, they have a landing zone. If we get caught in here it might be a different story!’ As Jayden pulled the nappy away, Chris had another unique experience in his life.

Chapter 49 - Merry Christmas You’ll have observed that in several of the experiences I’ve documented for you so far Chris’s hopes are built up only to be dashed, think the iPad experience. It’s been difficult not to sound like Lemony Snicket at times as we watch things get much much worse. I can reassure you that doesn’t happen today, you can read and enjoy this chapter, relaxed in the knowledge that Chris is going to have nothing but love, warmth, affection, and the best Christmas Day of is life. Let’s all be pleased for him and share in his joy as we experience it together with him. —— It’s just 6:30am when Brenda bursts into Chris’s room on Christmas Day dressed head to toe as Mrs Christmas. Chris is in bed, wearing a cute red one piece onesie, which Brenda had found in Primark and couldn’t resist. (a mainstream shop in the UK which often sells oddities at Christmas time). It’s a little hot and Chris has had to flap his arms about a bit in the night to get some air in the duvet, but even he has to admit, it’s pretty cool, and he’d loved it when Brenda gave it to him as an early present on Christmas Eve. Brenda had been downstairs preparing a special breakfast and was bursting with excitement to get him up an hour early - because it’s Christmas after all! As they come downstairs the smell of a Full English is hanging in the air, the extractor fan over the oven working overtime. Chris walks into the dinning room where Frank is already sitting in his Father Christmas outfit (minus a beard). Chris immediately notices something different. There are 3 places set at the beautifully decorated table. His high chair is pushed to one side against the wall. ‘You’re at the head of the table, my little Christmas Elf’ said Brenda. Chris sat down and Frank got up and went behind him placing across his chest a new device Chris hasn’t seen before. It looked a bit like a bullet proof vest. What it actually was, was a restraint system designed for a regular chair. No where near as effective as the high chair, but would prevent Chris from leaving the chair and make sure he could come to no harm. ‘This is a little precaution in the big chair’ said Frank as he fastened it and Chris to the chair. Chris didn’t care, he was sitting at the dinner table for the first time, that was great. In walks Brenda and places huge plates of food at her and Frank’s places. She then goes back into the kitchen and comes in with a beautifully decorated tray with Chris’s. On the plate is Sausage, all cut up into little edible pieces. Little pieces of bacon, beans, scrambled eggs, little squares of toast and a little pile of mushrooms. Next to the plate is a little knife and fork with Santa on the handles and a sippy cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. ‘Do you actually like mushrooms?’ Said Brenda. ‘Err, yeah’ said Chris. He was actually a little taken aback by the question, she’d never asked him what he liked before, he’d just had to eat whatever he was given. Chris looked at the plate and decorated tray, as well as Frank and Brenda in their costumes and he got an egg in his throat and tears in his eyes at the thought of all of effort they’d gone to for him to make this special. He felt truly wrapped in love and kindness in this moment. (Your author has had to get himself a tissue at this point as he writes this). Trying to hide the fact that he was choked up and happy crying, Chris picked up the knife and fork and sat there with them, for the first time in nearly 6 months, eating tasty solid food and feeding himself like a normal adult. It was pure heaven and he enjoyed every mouthful. Chris obviously finished considerably before Frank and Brenda. After much irritating moving of food around the plate Frank eventually finished and Brenda put her knife and fork down on the plate declaring she could “eat no more”. Chris was quickly released from the actually pretty comfortable chair restraint and got up. ‘Presents!’ Shouted Brenda with glee and excitement. ‘Let’s go to the lounge and see if Santa has been!’ She was almost jumping up and down with excitement. I think she was enjoying it even more than Chris! At this point someone probably should have checked Chris. He was pretty wet, his nappy hanging quite visibly in the back of his onesie, but no one cared about that at this point. As Frank opened the door Chris was blown away at the sight. There was a huge pile of presents, and at the back was one which was clearly a full sized bike, all wrapped up. ‘They’re all for you’ said Brenda with the biggest, kindest smile. Chris could contain his emotions no more, he burst into tears. Frank and Benda both hugged him together. ‘We love you so much you know son’ said Frank. That was the first time Frank had ever said that. Chapter 50 - Presents! Having pulled himself together Chris went and sat on the floor in front of them and took a small one. Being a calm, gentle and organised person, he didn’t tear off the wrapping frantically, he removed the sticky tape and gently unfolded the wrapping. He would do this to all his presents, and Frank and Brenda thought it was sweet. When the wrapping came open inside was the little travel Rummikub game he’d played with Ollie, Will and Steve. ‘If those mean boys won’t let you play with them then you can play with me’ said Brenda. ‘I’m sure you’ll thrash me, but I’ll try my best’. What a sweet gesture this was and it was his first adult game, something that flexed the brain a bit to play. He got up off the floor to give Brenda and Frank a little thank you kiss. As he got up a little bit of wee and poo came out, but he didn’t care, in fact he didn’t even notice. He opened several more, various games and toys, all pretty good stuff which he would enjoy. To his surprise one of them was also a badminton racket. ‘Maybe we can play on Tuesdays at the leisure centre after swimming’ said Brenda. ‘Frank and I need some exercise and I’m sure you’ll give us a run around’. Chris hadn’t played it for years, but it sounded fun, especially seeing Brenda try and do sports lol. ‘Why don’t you open your big one at the back, a lot of what’s left relates to it’ said Frank. Chris went over to the present which was obviously a bike and like the others, carefully unwrapped it. It look ages. Now this was not some silly childlike contraption. Neither, at this point at least, was it fitted with a ridiculous set of enormous stabilisers, it was a very high end, very nice, specialized hybrid road/mountain bike which would have cost Frank and Brenda well over £2000. Chris didn’t really know what think. Where was he going to ride this? Round the garden? Were they really going to let him out on this? ‘Thank you’ he said slightly unsurely. Wanting to see where this went before he got too excited. ‘I’ll take you out on it tomorrow if the weather’s reasonable’ said Frank. ‘Great!’ Said Chris. Next he opened a softer present, some kind of clothing, clearly. When he pulled it out it was a cycling singlet. Again it was a really nice, really high end smart one. The front and the bottom half of the legs was all black with like a carbon fibre effect on it. The back was bright white from the top mid way up the legs. He was a little taken aback by it, and wondered if he still had the body confidence to wear it, but there was no denying it was nice and so he said thank you. He continued to open his presents, most of them remaining related to the bike. A lot of them various bit of safety equipment. Helmet, shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads, as well as a little pump, water bottle and puncture repair kit. Just as Chris thought he was done, Frank passed him one more present which he’d been hiding behind his back. ‘We’ve got one more for you Chris’ he said. Chris took the small long box and carefully removed the wrapping. Inside was a smart white jewellery box. He opened it up and inside was the gps watch they’d taken away 4 months ago. Now when Chris first saw this, it was a device which he only saw would restrict his movements. But after the last 6 months, you have to understand that he saw it completely differently now. It meant only one thing. They were going to grant him more freedoms and they were going to let him go out on his own. It could also ultimately mean the end of the dreaded and embarrassing walking harness. This watch would grant him more freedom than he had now. Chris looked at them thankfully. ‘Yes love, your Dad’s convinced me, you’re ready to go out on your own. It’s up to you though, if you don’t want too and you’re not ready you can keep it in the box and let us know when you are’. The rest of the day was equally magical with a beautiful lunch and tea at the big table, a game of Rummikub (Brenda will get there), and Christmas TV. To top it all off Chris didn’t go to bed until 10:30pm. It had felt like the longest day of his life, and he thought to himself, this has definitely been the best Christmas I’ve ever had. When Chris got in bed that night, he was so exhausted from the long and emotional day, that he was sound asleep before Brenda and Frank has finished strapping him in. Chapter 51 - Boxing Day & that sexy singlet Get up time on Boxing Day was the usual 7:30am. Chris had slept so well after his long and amazing Christmas Day, Brenda had, had to gently wake him. As he opened his eyes he felt like he was waking from a coma. While Brenda opened the curtains, he pulled on his arm and leg restraints to stretch his achy weary muscles. Breakfast was back to usual, cornflakes fed to him by Brenda in the high chair. Chris was naturally a little disappointed about this. After 3 meals at the big table on Christmas Day, he thought he may be entering a new phase, but alas that did not seem to be the case, at least not yet anyway. Through the patio doors he could see Frank in the garden. He has Chris’ new bike lent again the Fence and he had what was presumably his bike in a stand as he faffed about with it. Whilst they’d bought Chris a lovely bike, Frank’s was clearly 20 to 30 years old and hadn’t be out the shed in years. Frank poked his head in the door ‘Come on you two, get a move on, I’m nearly done out here’. Brenda whipped Chris out of his chair and then up for a shower and change. When Chris walked into his room laid out on top of his bed was his new black and white singlet and all of his safety equipment. Brenda picked up the singlet and held it out one leg at a time. As she pulled it up Chris pushed on his nappy to try and flatten it at the front as much as possible. This cycling singlet was just beautiful and it fitted Chris as if it was made to measure. It must have cost a fortune. It was all black down the front with a carbon fibre effect in the webbing. The bottoms of the legs were also black like two bands and then the rest of the back was white. Don’t tell Chris, because he liked it, but it did look a bit like a penguin from the back. He looked at himself face on in the mirror. It looked bloody awesome. He looked like a really fit roadie and he felt sexy in it. And you know what, you really couldn’t see the nappy. The carbon fibre effect kind of hid it, and the groin area was slightly padded for cycling anyway masking it. He turned to the side. Again the budge at the front, compressed by the material looked fine. His bum clearly looked bigger than it should do for a guy of Chris’s size but it was always going to wasn’t it. And in fact, because there was like a slice of white down the side of the buttocks that did take the eye off it. If you like guys in cycling gear and your author does, then it’s all about the bum right? Chris’s bum, should it have been possible for it to be in it on its own, would have looked phenomenal in this. As it was, when Chris turned around he was mortified. Because the back was plain white and made of a stretchy material, you could see his happy through it, plain as day. It showed every contour. The leg gathers, the bits of elastic the distinctive pad outline, everything. It was hugely obvious. To top it off you could even make out the markings on the nappy. TENA, SLIP, ULTIMA, and 9 drops of water. In the UK everyone knows Tena is an incontinence brand, their adverts for lady problems are on the TV all the time. ‘I don’t like it’ he said suddenly, looking as if he was about to cry. ‘What?’ said Brenda. ‘I don’t like, I want to take it off’ he started to sob. ‘I thought you liked it?’ She said. ‘Well it doesn’t look good on me’ he sobbed again. ‘Oh darling’ she exclaimed ‘You look incredibly handsome in it, like on the TV!’. ‘Not at the back I don’t, you can tell I have a nappy on’. ‘Well you have got a nappy on love’ said Brenda. ‘I know, but I don’t like people to be able to see it’ he sobbed. She stood back and looked at him from behind from a bit of a distance, and yeah it was absolutely bloody obvious. She had genuinely not done this deliberately, when she’d ordered it online she’d only looked at the picture of the front. ‘Well you’ve got to look pretty damn hard to see it if you ask me [you didn’t], you’ve got to know really [you really didn’t]’. ‘I don’t think you’ll find everyone outside is looking at your bottom and making assessments Chris [reader I have to make it clear, you wouldn’t need to be]’ When Chris arrived at the back door he didn’t look quite as hot from the front now either in all his safety gear. Helmet, shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads. He looked like he was going into a bear cage, not ride a bike. Chapter 52 - The ride As Chris stepped into the garden the cold December air was bracing. If they didn’t get moving he was going to get really quite cold. He took his bike, admired it and then threw his leg over to get on, shooting a little wee into his crotch as he did. He put his hands on the handle bars, lent forward and tested out his positioning. With Chris leaning forward on the bike the singlet stretched even tighter at the back and the nappy was even more visible. Brenda secretly pointed it out to Frank, who took a look. He looked back at her really unsure with a sort of eeek expression on his face. He shook his head at her to indicate, don’t say anything, just leave it, he doesn’t know and he’s happy. Let’s just go. They wheeled their bikes round to the drive and Brenda came to the front door to see them off. Just as they were about to go, Frank said ‘Oh love, can you get my fob, you never know’. ‘Oh yes of course’ she said going back into the house and then coming back holding out the fob with the Red and Amber buttons on which can activate Chris’s scrotal implant. It disappointed Chris that Frank had thought of that in that moment, he was just looking forward to going on a ride together and Frank was thinking about how something might happen during that ride that would cause him to need to, effectively, kick Chris in the bollocks as hard as he could. The last time that button had been pushed it took him a week to recover. ‘Ok’ said Frank. ‘Follow me, don’t lag behind!’ Let’s face it there was little chance of that. Chris was young and fit. Frank was older, out of shape and hadn’t ridden a bike for 20 years. Despite that though, Frank did pretty well maintaining a decent pace. Chris followed along behind loving it. He felt free, and “normal”. He didn’t look that normal, but let’s not spoil it for him by reminding him. After 30 minutes of riding around Frank said ‘Come on, you go in front’. ‘Oh no’ said Chris ‘I’m Ok’. ‘Come on son, I’ll follow you. We can either head back or do a loop of the park first’. ‘Ok, let’s do the park’ said Chris, not wanting it to end so soon. As Chris went in front Frank got another look at Chris’s adult sized nappy showing proudly through the back of his singlet. I mean Frank was used to looking at it, Chris never wore trousers indoors after all, but it really was quite in your face up on that bike saddle. Chris rode round the park trying to match the pace Frank had set earlier. Every 30 or 60 seconds he’d glance back to make sure Frank was still there. Chris took a few little detours around. It felt so cool to reach a junction and choose left or right. For the last 6 months he’d had to walk exactly where he was told and if he made a mistake he’d be yanked the “right” way. After a full loop of the park he headed out the exit and turned left down the road, he glanced back to check Frank was there, but he didn’t see him, so he slowed and turned harder, no Frank. What? Thought Chris, where is he? He stopped and waited, Frank did not come. He cycled back to the gate, no Frank. He got off of his bike and walked into the park to scan around. No Frank. WTF he thought, a sense of panic setting in. ‘WHERE IS HE? Oh no, on no! Oh no No No NO NOOOO!’ Chris was saying to himself. ‘Why? Why?’ He’d not wanted to go in front in case something like this happend. Rather than Frank keeping an eye on Chris, Chris was as much keeping an eye on Frank. Running away was the last thing on his mind. He was settled with the Morden’s now and he’d had an amazing Christmas. ‘They’re going to think I ran away’ he started to sob. ‘I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t, where is he?’ Meanwhile Frank hasn’t actually thought Chris has run off either, he’s thinking Chris has just gone off quick and is ahead of him. Having lost sight of Chris momentarily Frank has come out of the park and turned right, the correct way. The route back is lots of turns through the housing estate, Chris could just be round the next bend. Alarmed he can’t see him he rides faster and faster until he eventually reaches home. He jumps off of bike and runs to the Garden. Neither Chris or his bike are there. Frank, who I don’t think we’ve heard swear yet and doesn’t like it under his roof, says ‘Fuck, she’s gonna kill me, I’ve lost him’. He grabs his bike and starts heading back for the park. The irony here is that if Chris had just stayed put Frank would have been there in 10 minutes. But after waiting for a while, shaking and quivering, from the upset and the cold he decides himself to head home. He jumps on his bike and rides off as fast as he can. He starts to stand up ride to get more speed. Thrust, Thrust, Thrust. With each stroke his willy is squirting wee into the front and crotch of his nappy. He reaches the end of the road, but this road hasn’t come out where he expected? He turns and heads down another road, again it doesn’t come out where he thinks it is going to. He frantically searches around and his stomach flips over as it dawns on him, he is lost.

Chapter 45 - Arm time Over three months have passed since we last followed the Morden family and it is now winter and nearly Christmas, I’ve not documented them in detail as they’ve been largely uneventful. I’ll just summarise this period. Chris decided that day he would just go along with it all to see if it would be easier, enjoyable even. That has made life easier for him and he’d describe things as ‘ok’, but life has been somewhat dull and isolating. Chris has gotten more used to regularly wetting and messing himself. That’s not to say he likes it and there have of course been some horrible moments, but we’ll cover some of those later as they’re obviously going to continue. At least now it doesn’t take him by surprise every time. He can “go with the flow” more easily. He’s learnt to just trust his nappy to deal with it. He’s been going out regularly with Frank and Brenda, to the shops, to the park, the cinema, bowling a few times. They’re not comfortable to let him off the harness so that is still applied for each outing. They even take him swimming on a Tuesday morning. Swim nappy, buoyancy suit, big orange arm bands. The swim nappy is obviously required and quite possibly required by law given Chris’s lack of control. The rest is Frank and Brenda, Chris is actually an excellent swimmer, of course he doesn’t need arm bands. Brenda has been working her magic with the creams and powders and there has been no more nappy rash. Chris is lucky, he has really lovely skin and it holds up well. Brenda now shaves him down there and it’s made things a lot easier. Chris doesn’t like the look, but accepts it’s more practical and he doesn’t really get to see his willy much anyway. The locks on the arms of Chris’ Segufix safety system were replaced a day or two after we last saw him with the more secure green ones. As well as using the key to remove them they also have to be twisted in a special way, a bit like the safety cap on a bottle of bleach. They’re just as easy to apply, but a bit awkward to remove, even with the key. Brenda and Frank have regularly had to stand there for several minutes working on one or more of them to get him out. Needless to say they have done their job though and there has been no more unintended releasing of his arms. That’s not to say Chris hasn’t tried though. He tries pretty much every night and morning to get something from this relentlessly restrictive device. Despite being resolutely committed to behaving, and he has done exceptionally well, its just so agonisingly frustrating to be held in one position for so long, that waves of frustration and temptation to just burst free are regular and cannot be suppressed entirely. As we meet Chris again, on this particular December day it is cold, damp and grey. Chris is in his room at his desk studying, his door closed. This has been a new theme. Since the incident, as they refer to it as, they’ve not really been comfortable leaving him unattended around the home. If they’re busy and can’t be with him, they’ll put him in is room. They’ve even used the harness a few times whilst at home to secure him whilst they were busy. He’s pretty much finished studying for the day now and he’s hoping Brenda and Frank will come and open his door soon, he’s not seen them for a few hours. Right now he’s wearing a smart grey hoodie, t-shirt and his trusty Tena Ultima Active Fit nappy. No trousers, but it’s fine, he’s used to it now and Brenda and Frank always have the heating up mega high in winter. Having hated being in these Tena’s at first he has come to appreciate how good they are and how well they protect him. He’s only really out of a nappy for the 10 paces it takes from the shower to the change room in the morning and evening. But during this time he feels vulnerable having dropped a little something on the carpet on his way a few times. The nappy is the good guy now, helping him function, it’s his dysfunctional bladder and bum which are now the issue. There has been one major improvement in the rules though and it’s made a big difference to Chris, with the introduction of what Frank and Brenda call “Arm time”. This is the time between 7:30pm and 9:00pm. During this period the straps on his wrist restraints are now not fastened to the bed and he can use his iPad to read study materials. He often also saves up his 45 minutes of screen time on Safari to read the news during this time. At 9:00pm on the dot, Brenda or Frank come in, take away the iPad and safely fasten his arms for sleeping. They’re happy for his arms to be free for that period as long as there is nothing around he can injure himself on, the door is closed and they can monitor his safety on the camera. They say it would be dangerous for his to sleep with his arms free all night. Chapter 46 - Friends As Chris stood in the hall this morning, waiting to be harnessed up, he looked especially smart. He was wearing some smart new black suede shoes, a pair of brand new and very high quality slim fit chino’s and a smart crisp white t-shirt with a collar. Brenda had also cut and blow dried his hair all smart. When he’d looked at himself in the mirror that morning he actually felt sexy for the first time in ages. He looked absolutely dashing. If he were to go out on the town looking like this, he’d have men and women alike lusting over him. As Frank began the process of harnessing him, Brenda commented, that it was a bit of a shame to have to put it on as it was going to crease up his shirt. ‘Needs must’ replied Frank. Chris just chuckled to himself. He was just used to these comments by now. ‘You’re going to meet some new Friends today’ Brenda said, with a big happy smile. They travelled in the car for at least an hour before arriving at a large private estate. Once there Chris was got out the car seat and they made their way along a gravel path to a small cottage on the estate. As they approached the door, Frank seemed nervous and anxious, he was holding on to Chris as tight as he could his fist in the small of Chris’ back. Frank opened the door and as they walked in Chris saw 3 older couples sitting in a square on large comfy looking Sofa’s. To the corner of the room were three gorgeous and well dressed guys about Chris’s age sitting at a table playing a game. A dark haired one, a mousey haired one and a ginger one. The older couples all stood up arms open as they took it in turn to greet Frank and Brenda. Each time Frank went to hug someone, he was holding Chris on such a short leash he would have to sort of move around the with the flow of Frank’s arm. ‘And who’s this?’ Said one of the ladies with a big grin, gesturing at Chris. ‘Hi, I’m Chris’ he said gently and nervously. ‘Well it’s lovely to finally meet you Chris’ she said with a big welcoming simile. ‘I’ve heard all about you, I’m Wendy’. ‘Hi Wendy’ Chris said politely. Chris had figured this scene out almost immediately. These were “families” just like his. “Parents” with their adult adoptive “sons”. He felt genuinely excited to meet those 3 guys. They were just like him at this point in his life. His social skills hadn’t had much practice for 5 months, but he stood a chance to make some genuine friends here. Wendy turned to Brenda like mothers do ‘How’s he been?’ she said. ‘We’re getting there’ said Brenda, with some exasperation in her voice. ‘We’ve got a long way to go, but we’re getting there’. ‘Good’ said Wendy. ‘I’m glad things are improving for you’ patting Brenda on the shoulder sympathetically. Chris just shook his head, he wasn’t going to let it get to him today. He knew, and he knew Brenda knew he’d been nothing but the perfect son for the last 3 months and much of the time before that bar a few incidents, which given the circumstances were to be expected. ‘Is he going to be alright with the others today, do you think?’ Asked Wendy to Brenda. ‘I think so’ she said. ‘We’ll keep an eye on him’. ‘Ahh, lovely’ said Wendy. As people started to settle down, Chris stood there expectantly waiting for his harness to be removed. After all they were indoors, in private and the other sons weren’t wearing theirs. Frank started to roll up and fold Chris’s lead and then pulled the back of his harness a little and tucked it down there. He’d not done that before, it was really uncomfortable, pushed into the small of his back and made the harness even tighter across his shoulders. He gave Chris a little push forward and said encouragingly, go on then, go and say hello, as he slapped on a name badge saying “Chris” on it. Naturally, like his other restraints Chris hates his harness. Yes it restricts his movement, yes it is tight across his shoulders, yes the crotch strap tugs at his groin and yes Frank still drags him about like an angler reeling in a fish. But what he hates most is how visible it is and that he has to wear it in public. It is a major source of embarrassment and shame. The looks he gets from some people just punch right through him. In this moment, that’s how he feels. As he goes over to these guys to introduce himself he doesn’t want his on when they don’t have theirs. Why won’t Frank just take it off? It takes less than a minute. Chris walks over to the table. ‘Hey’ he says. ‘Can I play?’ The Ginger guy has a name badge with Will on it. He looks up and gives Chris a smile which is about to burst into a laugh. He’s laughing at my harness, knew Chris. But he obviously will have one on later when they all leave. ‘I spose so’ said Will. ‘Oh come on let him play’ said the mousey one, with the name badge “Stephen”. Chris sat down, they were playing a travel version of Rummikub. He’d never played it, but it was clearly a numbers game and Chris is exceptionally good with numbers. They play for an hour, and after a few mistakes and false starts Chris is getting it quickly. On their 6th game he spots a sequence of complex moves, places all of his tiles and shouts ‘Rummikub!’ jumping up in the air with both his fists and at the same time violently crapping himself. He hasn’t realised in his joy and excitement and quickly drops back into the chair. The large poo in his nappy shoots both forward pushing on his balls and about half way up the back to the top of his bum crack shooting a waft of stench into the air. He doesn’t know it yet but it’s also all over the inside of his trousers. Nappies are good, they’re not that good when about 65kgs lands on them from standing. He realises what’s just happened and goes as white as a sheet. Chapter 47 - Unexpected reaction Chris tries to carry on, watching as they count up the scores and Stephen adds them to the tally. This round puts Chris 3rd overall, just above Will, which is pretty good for a first timer and clearly annoys Will. It’s clear Will doesn’t like him very much for some reason. Sitting directly next to Chris on the left is the dark haired guy, Ollie. He’s not said much, he’s very quiet, but then he pipes up quite loudly and says. ‘Who’s just farted?’. ‘Not me’ said Stephen busy working out the score ‘I smell it though’. ‘Not me either’ said Will shaking his head and grabbing his nose. ‘Phhhrrr that stinks’. All three look at Chris, waiting for his denial. He is sheet white and doesn’t say a thing, his mouth just sort of frozen half open. ‘Ok, we know who it was then’ said Will. As the table is being set for the next round the smell is getting strong not weaker. ‘Bloody Hell Chris, that stinks’ said Ollie. ‘You sure you haven’t shit yourself or something’? Now Chris is seriously embarrassed, but also a bit confused. I mean, these guys have nappies on too right? Chris is the one who’s had an accident first, but sooner or later at least one of them is also going to do it. If anyone is going to understand these guys the are going to. ‘I have yeah’ he says quietly. ‘What seriously?’ Said Will, Chris looked at him questioningly. ‘Yeah I have Will’ he said. As if to say, I have, and I’m sure we all do it, right lads? ‘What deliberately?’ Asks Will. What is the deal here with this confusion, thinks Chris. We’re all in the same boat right? ‘No, it was an accident’ said Chris ‘I wouldn’t do it deliberately in the middle of packed room would I’. Ollie leans over to him a bit. ‘So this smell is because your pants are full of shite is it? You don’t think you should go and clean yourself up rather than just sit there? Have you got a fresh pair with you to change into if you’re prone to this?’ Chris throws his arms open in front of him as if to say come on guys. ‘I’ve got a nappy on’ he said matter of factly. Will just burst out laughing. ‘Nooo waaay’ he said ‘seriously?’ Still laughing to himself. ‘Have you really?’ Said Stephen. ‘Yeah, don’t you guys wear nappies then?’ Asked Chris confused. Will just laughed again at the question. With a look of disbelief in his face, Stephen just shook his head in disbelief and said. ‘No mate I don’t, I’m 21, How old are you?’. ’22’ said Chris. ‘Oh god, you’re actually older than me, that’s hilarious’ said Will. ‘Oh I’m only 20’ said Ollie, ‘but I don’t think I’ve shit myself for 18 and a half years at this point’. Ollie leaned over and said in a patronising tone. ‘I think you better just go back over there to mummy and ask for a bum bum change don’t you’. Chris swallowed his Adam’s Apple with the shock of this exchange. He’d just spent the last hour with 3 guys who he truly thought were all the same as him. He’d assumed the whole time that they’d also all arrived in harnesses, and for sure they were all wearing nappies!?! What a massive miss-read of the situation. But then if he’d read it differently would it have made any difference? He can’t help it, the accident would still have happened. He went over to Brenda shamefully and she immediately smelt it and jumped up. ‘Oh dear’ she said. She looked over to the other women. ‘Action stations!’ She shouted. ‘Let’s sort you out’. Chris had to lay on a cold hard stone bathroom floor, whilst Brenda works away down there with a series of wipes and bags to sort out the mess. There’s a large mirror floor to ceiling behind Brenda and Chris gets occasional glimpses of the state his poor beautiful bottom, he used to be so proud of, is in. His once most proudest asset now routinely shows him up in the most humiliating way. He closes his eyes, he can’t watch. It takes about 10 minutes before she’s done and he stands himself up. As he does, pop, the front of this fresh nappy fills with wee. It’s been on seconds. He hates it when that happens. Brenda looks up at it. ‘Oh Chris’ she said annoyed. ‘You could at least hold it a bit, you don’t even try anymore’. He waits for her to bring over the leg of his trousers but she doesn’t. ‘You can’t wear them’ she said, ‘they’re soiled’. She’s fumbling around in the change bag, ‘I don’t have anything, you’ll have to go out like that’. ‘I can’t!’ Said Chris. ‘Well you don’t have any choice love, you’ve got poo all over your best trousers’ said Brenda as she tosses them in to a waste bag. As Chris stands their wearily he feels an urge to kick off, but clams himself, there’s no point. Brenda is actually right, he can’t wear them can it. Brenda re-attaches his crotch strap and starts to get herself ready to leave the bathroom. Chris walks out like this in to the room, red as a tomato. ‘Aww, bless him, all sorted?’ Says Wendy kindly. ‘Yes thank you’ says Brenda. ‘Sorry about that, we’re still very much in nappies with this one I’m afraid’. ‘Not a problem at all’ says Wendy. She looks at Chris ‘we’re all just glad you’re sorted out’ she smiled at him. Chris walked back over to the table of 3 sons, or at least he was still assuming they were sons. ‘Sorry’ he said regretfully. Will pointed directly at Chris’ nappy. ‘Look at this’ he said. ‘That’s bloody hilarious’. He leaned forward a bit ‘Oh don’t look too close guys, he’s already pissed himself’. All three burst out laughing. Chris went to sit down, as he did, Stephen who had been mostly nice to him so far, looked at him and said. ‘I think they’ve laid a play mat out on the floor over there for you mate’. He pointed across the room, and sure enough someone had placed a small play mat and some toy cars out in the corner of the room. He got up, and slowly walked over and sat on it on his own. Chapter 48 - Confusion As they got in the car to come home, Chris had 101 questions in his head he wanted to ask Frank and Brenda. He just hoped they’d answer them properly and not warp them with their fantastical version of reality as he’d come to realise they did when people in their circle asked them questions about him. Chris: ‘Were they all parents and sons like us?’ Brenda: ‘Yes love.’ Chris: ‘Why don’t Ollie, Pete and Stephen wear nappies like me then?’ Brenda: ‘Maybe they don’t need them, like you.’ Chris: ‘Why would they not need them?’ Brenda: ‘Maybe they don’t have accidents like you do. I think they’re a bit older than you anyway.’ Obviously this is totally irrelevant at their ages by over 20 years, Brenda’s not going to give clear accurate answers, but those which play to her narrative. Chris goes along anyway to see where she goes. Chris: ‘Actually I was the oldest one there.’ Brenda: ‘Oh sweetie.’ Chris: ‘I didn’t need nappies when I arrived.’ Brenda: ‘I beg to differ.’ Chris: ‘I only wore them because they were in my contract, are they not in everyone’s contract?’ Frank: ‘We don’t discuss contracts, stop it.’ Chris: ‘You accept thought that I didn’t actually NEED a nappy when I arrived?’ Brenda: ‘I think you’d been in my house no more than 6 hours on the first day before you stood in front of me and wet yourself.’ Chris: ‘Well I can’t hold it forever and you didn’t let me use the loo.’ Brenda: ‘You never asked, you just stood up in the middle of my favourite TV program and emptied your bladder into your underwear.’ Chris: ‘How many other families are there like us then?’ Brenda: ‘Ohhh in the UK I think we have connections with at least 500 wouldn’t you say Frank?’ Frank: ‘Easily, love.’ Brenda: ‘World wide, 10’s of thousands.’ Chris: ‘And how many of them wear a nappy like me then?’ Brenda: ‘Oh I have absolutely no idea.’ Frank: ‘Isn’t Libby and Steve’s son Jack still in nappies?’ Brenda: 'Yes, he is, you’re right Frank, and he’s nearly 30!’ She’d said that incredulously as if it was unbelievable that he was still in them at 30, yet Chris being in them at 22 was totally acceptable. Chris: ‘Will we ever meet others here in the UK?’ Brenda: ‘Yes, you’re going to meet lots at the New Years Eve party.’ Chris: ‘Cool.’ Chris: ‘Will I be in my harness when we go?’ Frank: ‘Yes!’ Brenda: ‘Yes, my dear, you know that.’ Chris: ‘Will anyone else be wearing one, or will it just be me again?’ Brenda: ‘I don’t know love, it depends whether they need it or not.’ Chris: ‘I don’t need mine.’ Frank: ‘Oh don’t you now. That’s a decision for me and your mum, not you.’ Chris: ‘Did you go to the New Year’s Eve party last year?’ Brenda: ‘Of course, we go every year don’t we Frank.’ Frank: ‘We do.’ Chris: ‘Was anyone else there last year with a harness on like me?’ Brenda: ‘There might have been one or two I don’t remember.’ Chris: ‘And how many in nappies?’ Brenda: ‘How would I know that?’ Frank: ‘Well Antonio has helped at least 50 families hasn’t he, so there must be quite a few.’ Brenda: ‘That’s world wide though isn’t it. I’m not sure about here in the UK.’ Frank: ‘True’ Now obviously everything related to Chris had been manipulated to their narrative like always, but it seemed the answers they’d given about the community were genuine and truthful. From this Chris realised, that his experience was probably more towards the extreme end of the scale. Other guys, and whilst he’d not met one yet, girls, appeared to get far more mainstream experiences. How nice must it be to get all the good bits of getting some new adoptive parents later in life, without all the strings attached like Chris had.

Chapter 40 - Libido Surprisingly, one thing we have not discussed at all in 39 chapters is Chris’s libido, or sex drive. Let’s just say he’s a 22 year old guy, before all this started he was always horny and masturbated at least once a day. Since moving in here, it’s fair to say his sex drive had been enormously suppressed, and his opportunities to masturbate few and far between. Let’s look at his sex drive. Those of you reading this are probably AB or DL, or littles or whatever you identify as. You like nappies or diapers right? They’re your thing, you wear them for fun and pleasure and invariably, when you’re done, you take them off, pop your underpants back on and go about your normal day. Well it’s not like this for Chris. He isn’t a DL and if we’re honest he isn’t really an AB either is he? Ok granted Frank and Brenda treat him like a baby, but in his heart he doesn’t feel like one and before he arrived at the Morden’s he’d never even heard of it. It may seem strange to you the reader, but Chris doesn’t feel attractive with a nappy on. He looks at his body and it looks pathetic to him, his best bits covered up as if they are sealed off to both him and anyone else who might have liked them. Just look how delighted he was a few chapters ago to see himself in pants, even if it was very short lived. Now let’s look at his opportunity to masterbate. For obvious reasons he cannot masturbate in bed, in the evening, night or morning. It’s been summer and it gets light early, coupled with him going to bed at 7:30pm. He’s been awake most days by 5:00am or 6:00am and he can feel his morning wood down there, pressed down by the nappy. It is incredibly frustrating that he is unable to reach it. He often gyrates his hips and pushes and releases himself from the crotch strap a little to get some pleasure and sensation, but it has not yet brought him to cum, especially pointing down. For a lot of the day he is with Frank and Brenda, for obvious reasons that’s out. Next there is simply doing it when he is on his own in his room, and yes he has had some success here, but it has problems: 1. He can’t or is at least fearful of cumming in the nappy itself in case Brenda or Frank find it. He doesn’t know how they’d react. They might send him off to Dr Sanchez to have his willy disabled or something crazy - reversibly of course. If he’s going to do it he needs something to do it in he can permanently hide or throw away, like a tissue. But without access to a toilet he can’t flush it away, so opportunities are limited. 2. He’s tried from the outside of his nappy, rubbing the bone he can feel through the pad. He found it’s better when dry, but there are two issues. One, he can’t get a particularly good purchase on it, basically just rub it and two, its noisy as the nappy crinkles with vigorous up and down movement. 3. He’s put his hand in, pulled his member up and then jerked it off inside with a tissue or sock on top to catch it. This is actually how he’s done it a couple of times, pre-procedure, but since the procedure it squirts wee out of the top when he does this. 4. His room is covered by 24 hour video recording, so he always feels he is being watched… 5. His best option is the shower, but he only gets 5 minutes and Brenda is always waiting around to change him, so he has to be quick. It also takes a bit of time to go down afterward and he can’t just walk out of the shower every day with a massive bone just as Brenda is about to change him. Right now though, these thoughts, worries and cares are not on Chris’ mind, he’s just not in the caring mood. He has been treated unfairly, and he’s taking what he can get. After all the exertion about an hour ago, as he lay there flat on his back his bored idle mind has drifted off fantasising about various cute guys he knows or has seen out and about. He places them in clothes he’d like them to wear and imagines their nice biceps, and bums flexing and moving as they walk around. His penis is rock hard, albeit held down, by his wet nappy. He takes his free right hand and reaches down undoing his popper vest, pulling it up and reaching into his nappy. He pulls his semi hard penis up straight and he starts to masturbate himself, his hand inside. It’s too awkward, he pulls the top two tapes and starts at it vigorously - like any normal guy. (Sort of) He feels a pop in his abdomen, he didn’t care. He is wanking his rock hard cock like a man does, but now since that pop with every upward thrust a shot of wee is shooting out the end all over his popper vest and all over the fabric waist belt and crotch strap of the Segufix. The crotch strap is actually a major annoyance and spoiling it a little. Chris has his hand tucked under it but as he drives himself to climax he clenches his buttocks rising up and tightening it, limiting his hand movement, precisely when he needs it. Finally he cums, with every satisfying pulse of reproductive pleasure shooting cum up and all over his chest and the Segufix a small about of poo his pushed out of his still beautiful but now functionality inadequate bottom, into the nappy he is now half wearing. He lays back and enjoys the moment, pulling out his hand and dropping it to his side. But then he hears the door open. He opens his eyes and Pete is standing there with a look of absolute horror and sheer terror. ‘What the actual fuck!’ He shouts. Chapter 41 - Emergency Now we know that Chris is a kind, gentle and completely harmless guy and realistically, even if he wasn’t, he’s of small frame and stature and isn’t particularly strong. But Pete doesn’t know the first part, isn’t thinking about the second and he’s quite frail himself. He’s only briefly met Chris and all he knows about him is what Frank and Brenda have told him, plus his own experience of Chris’s angry outburst earlier, where he’d seen him shouting and raging and pulling against his restraints. They have told him before he arrived they would pay him £120 rather than the £85 they used to pay him to look after Rich, because this one is “a bit of a handful”. Brenda had listed out earlier in front of Pete what sounded like a series of awful and violent incidents that had left Frank and Brenda and even members of the public injured. He knew Frank and Brenda well and knew how they’d cared for their previous sons. If they had told him that the only way to be safely in the room with this one, was for him to be secured into a medical grade 8 point restraint system, designed for use on the most dangerously violent and mentally ill patients during their most disturbing and threat to life episodes, then there would be a reason for it. There is no way he was in it for nothing. He quickly surveyed the scene. What hit him hard the moment he had walked in was that the room absolutely stank. Somehow the bean bag was on the floor and Chris flat on his back. His lip was cut and some blood smeared around the lower part of his face. He had bled down the front of his vest quite considerably. There was piss and cum all over him and his restraints. His penis, still hard from having literally just ejaculated was pointing right out of his half open nappy and completely open popper vest. What the hell had happened in here? Chris bolted upright in shock at the sudden sight of Pete. Pete lept back in fear, but was slightly reassured when he saw Chris’s shoulder restraints still attached to the top of the bed, swing up with him catch him just past 45 degrees. ‘I can explain’ said Chris. But before Chris could say any more, Pete freaked out. ‘His arm’s loose! His arm’s loose! He’s fucking escaping. Oh my god, Oh my god!!’ shouted Pete in a panic. ‘Don’t move!’ he shouted to Chris, as he held his hand in front of him and backed to the door. Jumping out of it and slamming it behind him. I have seriously fucked up here thought Chris looking down at himself, he was a total mess. Not wanting wee to keep going everywhere Chris started to poke himself in and re-fasten his nappy. At the same time Pete is fumbling his way down the stairs in a panic and then hunting around the lounge for the little white fob Frank had given him. He pressed it hard and long three times. Each time it made a small confirmation beep and the green light flashed to acknowledge the command had been received. Up in the bedroom, just as Chris is trying to tape with one hand and thinking through how he’s going to explain all this to Frank and Brenda, he receives an absolutely almighty kick in the nuts. It would have hurt less if Pete (or even Frank) had just walked up to him laying prone on the bed and punched him full force in the bollocks. He’d pretty much forgotten about the new disciplinary device. He couldn’t see it or feel it and Frank or Brenda hadn’t used it or talked about it since it was implanted. The amount of electricity it was delivering was actually the same as the old one, but rather than through surface mounted patches it was through barbed electrodes directly inserted into the nerves of Chris’ scrotum and that made its effectiveness far, far greater. Chris is thrown backwards his penis, scrotum, bottom, back and thigh muscles, tense rock hard arching his back and pulling his legs toward him. It stops for a few seconds, Chris catches his breath. SLAM! It delivers another disciplinary shock. Chris’s penis feels like it’s going to explode and it fires wee out like a cannon all over Chris’s face. SLAM!..pause…SLAM!..pause…SLAM!..pause…SLAM! Each shock lasting about 5 seconds. It all just keeps going he’s in increasing agony with every successive shock. As he is shocked and his back arches, buttocks clench and thighs tighten under the electrical load, his legs are pulled into a bend. This is what’s thrown him in the air before on the bed, and dropped him to the ground in the park. But in his current situation as his knees bend the ankle restraints pull defiantly holding his feet firmly where they are. He is not permitted to move his feet towards him. This causes his body to be pulled violently downwards towards the bottom of the bed. But the restraints don’t permit him to move his body down the bed either. With the shoulder restraints loose it’s just the crotch strap holding him up putting tremendous pressure on Chris’ undercarriage. These two devices were never designed to be used together. Heaven knows where it’s all coming from but with every shock poo is pumping out of Chris’ poor bum. As the crotch strap pulls hard on Chris’ nappy with every shock, it is squeezing the contents out all over the bed. The pressure eventually tears through the plastic of the nappy and Chris can now feel it pulling directly into the grove of his bum as the shocks hit one after another, after another. Downstairs frantic and no idea what he’s causing upstairs, Pete is continually pressing the button. He’s queued up at least 50 shocks at this point. For Chris, eventually, after some 20 shocks and the associated unrelenting pull of the crotch strap, the pain is too much and the room starts to go dark and to a point, he is passing out. Chapter 42- False apology When Chris came around he was still lying in bed, with the duvet pulled up and Brenda sitting over him mopping his brow gently and affectionately with a cool wet towel. ‘There we go, there we go, it’s mummy Chris, it’s all ok’ she says gently. He can see Pete and Frank standing in the background watching intensely. ‘He’s ok, He’s ok’ said Brenda. ‘Oh good, thank god’ said Pete. Frank didn’t say a word. They’d come back to a horrific scene, Chris unconscious, a cut lip, blood, cum, wee and poo everywhere. Truth was, Chris wasn’t ok. His penis felt like it had been ripped off, his back was sore and his entire body ached. He also had a pounding headache. He lifted his free right hand up to his eyes to rub them. “Tink”, his arm stopped dead in its usual place in his bed. It has been safely re-secured with a new lock. His small win from earlier already undone. ‘Ok, my love we’ll leave you to get some rest’ said Brenda sweetly and she, Frank and Pete left the room, leaving the door ajar. Chris did want rest, but not in this bloody bed. All he wanted in the world right now was to get out of this bed. He pulled the duvet down a little and could see he was still in the same popper vest, covered in blood and other bodily fluids. They’d obviously not gotten him up when he was out cold. He flexed his thighs and could feel a fresh nappy down there. That was a relief. He tried to sit up a little, but no, his shoulder straps were set to their usual position. He pulled his arms and legs, and yes they were all secured in their usual places. He tried to move his body downward, and he felt the resistance of the crotch strap, the evil crotch strap which had pulled on him so brutally, and shown him absolutely no mercy. Frank, Brenda and Pete were in the hall, and Chris could hear them clearly. ‘I’m so sorry Pete’ said Frank, ‘Please take £150 for your trouble’. ‘No, No it’s fine’ said Pete. ‘I didn’t realise when I kept pressing that what I was doing to him up here’ he said mortified. ‘Pete it’s fine ‘said Frank, ‘You did absolutely the right thing. I should have told you more clearly how it worked’. ‘I need to look into what when wrong with the Segufix, that should never have happened, it’s supposed to be 100% secure’ said Frank. ‘I’ll call the manufacturer and tell them what’s happened’. ‘Well’ said Brenda ‘It was only one arm, it did at least keep him down on the other 7 points, he was a long way from out and looking back at the video he had a bloody good go at it’. ‘He did have a good go, I’ll give him that’ said Frank. ‘But if that arm had stayed secure none of this would have happened’. ‘True’ she said. ‘He’s in it precisely to stop stuff like this’ she moaned. ‘I tell you one thing I was right about though said Brenda. If a boy can reach his penis he’ll bloody masturbate’ tapping Frank on the arm jokingly as if to suggest he was the same. ‘That’s why I told you the arms had to be set out of reach’. ‘I have you right on that one Brenda’ he said. ‘I don’t know’ said Brenda. ‘I dread to think, not in bed obviously, but other times, I bet the dirty little sod is at it’. ‘Have you spoken to Antonio?’ Asked Pete. ‘I think he can fit devices which are very good at preventing masturbation’. When Pete left Brenda came back in and sat on the edge of the bed caressing Chris and running her fingers through his hair. After some time Frank entered the room, phone in hand. ‘Right’ he said. ‘I’ve spoken to them, they want that locking pin back to examine it, have you got it?’ ‘It’s on the side there said Brenda’. ‘Righto’ said Frank. ‘To my surprise though’ he said. ‘These are the standard black locks and they actually do higher security green ones, for high load areas in challenging situations. They’re sending us four for his arms, free of charge as a good will gesture’. Frank turned to Chris genuinely sincerely. ‘What happened today wasn’t your fault Chris, your mum and I don’t blame you and feel terrible about it’. Chris was relieved he didn’t appear to be in trouble and glad they felt responsible rather than pining it all on him as subordination like usual. ‘It should never have happened, we’ve let you down’ Frank went on. ‘We failed to keep you safe, this is our number one responsibility and I’m deeply sorry’. ‘Thanks’ said Chris gently, thinking Frank was referring to the obscene shocking incident. ‘I’ll do everything I can to make sure your restraints don’t let you down like this again’ said Frank. Chapter 43 - I’m done (again) ‘I’m done, said Chris softly, I’m done.’ What do you mean love said Brenda softly. I’m done, I want out, I meant what I said before, I’m breaking the contract’. Whilst laying there he’d figured it all out. He’d made a huge mistake coming back, he should have left weeks ago when he first broke the contract. He’d skip uni this year and get a job to pay Brenda and Frank what he owed, then return later once he had enough savings. Brenda looked at him heartbroken, a tear welling in her eye. ‘Don’t you like it here?’ ‘Please don’t judge us by what happened today, we’ve apologised about that’. ‘No, I don’t like it here, how could anyone like this? Get me up please’ said Chris firmly, she went to speak again. He pulled on his arm restraints to get her attention. ‘I mean it, he said, get this shit off of me, give me my stuff back, hand me the paperwork and I’m out of this crazy shit show’. ‘Now now’ said Frank. No need to decide anything rash, you just need some time to yourself to calm down’. ‘I do not need anymore time unable to move in this bed’ said Chris again calmly. ‘If you don’t release me, you are now forcibly imprisoning me. You need to release me now’. Brenda got up slowly. ‘Let’s have a quick chat love’ said Frank. As they went to leave the room, Chris said again calmly. ‘Before you go, you need to release me from this please’. But they did not, they just calmly left and closed the door. In that moment Chris had never felt so powerless in his whole life. He had now asked repeatedly to break his contract and leave, but at this point he was still restrained. After around 10 minutes Frank and Brenda re-entered the room. Frank pulled back the covers and began removing the Segufix, allowing Chris to lift his aching body off of the bed. Go take a shower, said Frank, you stink, the doors open’. Chris went into the shower room. He ripped off the nappy and took a long hot shower. It felt great. He went straight to the spare room by himself and there on the bed was his belongings and a third pair of brand new Calvin Klein jockey underpants. He took the pants and as much as he just wanted to put them on he thought about what had happened last time he just wore pants, post procedure. He obviously couldn’t travel home in just the pants at this point. Stark naked and holding he pants he walked in quickly to Frank and Brenda sitting in his room. Brenda wasn’t distraught like last time, this time she was perfectly calm. ‘Can I have a nappy please? Frank looked at him incredulously. ‘Let me get this straight’ he said. ‘You want out, but you still want a nappy? Like a baby? How does that work?’. ‘I’ll soil myself in these won’t I’ said Chris. ‘Like last time! Because of what you’ve done to me’. ‘Quite possibly’ said Frank. ‘But that’s not my problem. The number for Dr Sanchez is in your exit pack’. ‘Call him now’ said Chris calmly but firmly. Frank stormed out of the room and came back in with an envelope of papers. ‘Here’s your exit pack. It’s not quite up to date so the final bill will be a little more, I generate it weekly should you or us break contract’. Chris read the charges and his eyes went to the bottom. £58,498. ‘What the fuck?’ he yelled. ‘We’ve paid out a lot of money now to help you with all your toilet problems, you don’t think Dr Sanchez performed your procedure for nothing do you?’. ‘You seriously expect me to pay for that???’ Yelled Chris. ‘Yes, it was for your own benefit, not mine or Brenda’s’. ‘You two are unreal’ said Chris in disbelief. Frank handed Chris his phone. ‘Here before you sign call them up and book your reversal’. Chris took the phone and pressed the button to dial the number Frank had loaded in. After a few rings, “Dr Sanchez’s reception, how may I help you?”. ‘Hello, my name is Chris, err Morden and I’d like to book a reversal procedure please’. “No problem, one moment please”. When she came back she said. “Could I please speak with your Dad”. Chris chuffed and passed the phone to Frank. ‘Yes, yes, authorised potato’. said Frank, presumably some kind of code word there. He passed the phone back to Chris. ‘Ok’ said the lady on the phone. ‘You had front and back done didn’t you. The cost of the procedure for the front is £800’. Another load of money Chris didn’t have, but it could be worse. It was clearly a lot cheaper than the original procedure. We can do you two weeks Monday. Chris knew he had enough to cover this in his existing savings, not taking into account the ridiculous debt Frank and Brenda were placing on him. ‘Yes, ok please’ he replied. ‘Ok, we’ll see you then’. ‘And the back?’ Chris asked. ‘I’m afraid we’re not currently able to offer a reversal on the back’. ‘What??’ said Chris incredulously. ‘At this time Dr Sanchez is working on a new and more effective reversal procedure for the back and it is not expected to be ready until the middle of next year at the earliest’. Chris just hung up the phone and dropped it to his side in disbelief. ‘Did you know this?’ He asked them both. ‘They’re not offering the reversal for my bum until at least next year?’. ‘We did’ said Frank. ‘But they assured us it would be available before your contract ends so we didn’t think it was a problem’. ‘Is this why Rich is still in nappies?’ Asked Chris. ‘No’ said Frank. ‘Well how has he been reversed then?’. ‘He never had the back done said Frank. They didn’t offer it then. He has had the front reversal’. ‘Why’s he still in a nappy then?’ said Chris in disbelief. ‘We’re not sure, Dr Sanchez is working on it’ said Frank. Not able to even look at them anymore Chris went back into the spare room and put his arms open leaning forward on the wall. As he did a trickle of wee dribbled out of his willy and made a small dark puddle stain on the carpet. Chapter 44 - Free will? Chris just didn’t know what to do. He desperately just wanted to put on the pants, get dressed and leave, but he couldn’t like this. Now if he left he’d have to find a way to pay for his own nappies as well, how was he going to get a job somewhere if he was going to soil himself? It just wasn’t going to work. He couldn’t really even walk out the door, where was he going to go? He’d not be far before he had wet jeans or worse and humiliated himself. He thought about leaving and going straight to a police station to report what had happened to him. But would they believe him? The whole story sounds so ridiculous. What were they going to do when he soiled himself in front of them? Call social services or just bring him back here probably. “I went to London and had this procedure to make me wee and poo myself”. No one would believe it. For now at least it seemed they had him trapped again. They knew he could leave of his own free will, but the option didn’t really exist at this point, he would have to stay a little longer. As if to further cement his position and vulnerability, as he is standing their thinking about this, he makes yet another puddle on the floor. Reluctantly he went back in to Chris and Brenda. ‘Ok, I’ll stay’ he said. ‘Oh will you now’ said Frank. ‘You hear that Brenda he wants to stay now!’ ‘You need to make up your mind young man. Chris interrupted him. ‘But I’d like to request the Segufix be less restrictive, so I can sit up, move my legs a bit, bring my arms to my face and stuff’ he said. Frank just laughed. ‘After today? If you’re staying here you’re absolutely no where near ready for that. You should be lucky I’m not tightening it. You know they sell a whole load more lovely accessories for it’. Chris struggled to imagine how it could be any more restrictive, he could barely move in it as it was. ‘You know we were supposed to be at her sisters funeral today don’t you?’ Frank said. ‘No’ said Chris, ‘you didn’t say’. ‘You didn’t ask’ said Frank ‘and that’s because it’s all you you you. All you needed to do today was be good for a few hours for uncle Pete. We’ve even got a gift for you downstairs to say thank you for being good - which can obviously go back’. ‘You know it’s not hard here at all Chris. You get literally everything provided and done for you. But this one time we needed you to do something for us, oh no, a big fuss and look at the damage you’ve caused. This sheet is ruined and we’re going to have to see how we can get the stains out of this Segufix kit. £2,500 worth of Segufix kit I might add, which you’ve shown no respect to’. When Frank puts it like this, Chris does feel just a little out of order. I mean he has created a huge scene. ‘I’m sorry about your sister’ said Chris regretfully, to Brenda. ‘It’s ok darling, you weren’t to know’ she said with a kind smile. ‘So it’s up to you Chris, what happens next?’ Said Frank. ‘The ball’s in your court. But just make it a quick decision because she can’t take much more of this’. Chris walked over to Brenda and put his hand on her arm. ‘Can you put a nappy on me please mum, I’ve had an accident on the carpet in the spare room’ he said softly. She got up and gave him the warmest of hugs. ‘Come on love, let’s sort you out she said lovingly’. Just as Chris and Brenda were about to walk out of the room Frank said. ‘I’m glad you made that decision Chris’, because looking at the wording of this contract, nowhere does it say you can break it by simply saying you want too verbally. If you’d have said you wanted to go, I’m not quite sure what I’d have done next’. — This whole frankly awful episode, marked a turning point in the relationship between Frank, Brenda and Chris. Their relationship had hit rock bottom, surely the only way is up?

Chapter 37 - Pants The next week was extremely emotionally difficult for Chris. Wetting and soiling himself regularly. The loss of control was hard to take, so was the far greater percentage of time he’d spend wet and or messy to some extent. On at least two occasions he’d wet himself getting off the changing table immediately after a change! Sleeping that night had been really difficult, his bum had driven him crazy with itching all over. Itches he was unable to scratch, of course. He’d spent the night tossing, jumping and squirming around in his restraints trying to get some relief. At breakfast he looked awful, huge bags under his eyes. ‘You ok love?’ said Brenda. ‘Not really’ said Chris. ‘My bum is itching like crazy’. ‘Come on’ she said. ‘Let’s get you upstairs on the change table to take a look’. Once on the change table she hooked his legs up on the hoist, untaped his nappy and pulled it through his legs. ‘Oh you poor love’ she said. ‘Frank! Frank!’ She called. He came in staring at Chris’s naked bum. ‘Not good’ he said. ‘He’s covered in it’ she said. ‘What?’ Asked Chris. ‘You’ve got nappy rash love’. ‘Oh’ said Chris. Up until now, with Brenda’s good care he hadn’t had any problems at all with his skin, but the last week’s significantly increased soiling had taken its toll. Brenda grabbed some medicated cream and rubbed it all in. It was cooling and soothing and offered almost immediate relief from the itching. Then she got some baby powder and shook it all over his undercarriage. It tickled! ‘I’m going to have to air him out’ said Brenda. ‘Yeah agreed’ said Frank. With that Brenda went to the bottom draw and pulled out a pair of light blue and purple Y front pants. They had a light blue front, white webbing and a purple side and bum. They had a large waste band with Ginch Gonch and little stars on it. https://ginchgonch.com/collections/guy-ish-gear/products/purple-haze-low-rise-brief?variant=35672949358750 Frank unhooked his feat and Brenda said ‘stand up’ as Frank left the room. She held out the pants below him. ‘Left leg’ she said. Seriously? Chris thought. they’re going to let me wear pants?? After all the nappies suddenly a pair of underpants is allowed? This doesn’t add up. Chris looked at her unnerved as he put in his left foot. ‘Right foot’ she said. She then pulled the pants up to his waist and run finger around the front and back ‘Ok, in your room’ she said. In his room Frank had laid out a large plastic play-mat with roads, and grass and houses drawn on it. ‘Please say on the mat, love’ said Brenda. As they both went back downstairs. Chris looked down at the pants. They are Y fronts, which are not generally thought of as cool. But these were clearly an extremely good designer pair. The cotton was thick, smooth and supportive. He looked at himself in the mirrored wardrobes, and run his hand up and down his crotch. It was nice to be able to feel his penis through them. He ran his hand over his buttocks and caressed them. This was the first time since arriving that he’d spent a moment enjoying his own body. He just couldn’t with a nappy on, he just didn’t feel the least sexy or attractive in them. He reached high up to the ceiling closing his thighs together, it felt so good for the top of his legs to touch without being held apart by bulk. He turned to the side and checked out his side profile in the mirror. He had to admit he looked pretty damn hot. He twisted his perfect bum around to face the mirror and admired how great his buns looked in the perfectly fitting pants. He walked over to the open window, a little off the mat but not far, as the breeze blew in it blew straight threw the pants and felt soothing and cool on his genitals. He sat on the mat for a minute or two but just couldn’t help but excitedly get back up and carry on admiring himself. He stood side on to the mirror and flexed his bicep, pulling a manly expression. He was after all a young man in his prime. He lifted one leg in the air and admired how the pants ran under his under carriage. Just a thin slip of material. Not the 4 inches of ugly folded plastic and wadding he’d been seeing lately. Or worse the enormous wet, bulging wee stained bag that hung there after a few hours. Getting seriously carried away he stood back to the mirror bent himself forward looking back admiring his lovely arse. To those of us following this, we’ve all just figured out what’s going to happen here haven’t we. How Chris’s beautiful moment with himself is going to come crashing down and end in despair. Unfortunately for Chris you’re right. He thrust his bum up and down slightly like a girl on a booty TikTok video and on the 3rd stroke, no warning at all a huge poo shot out, woosh. Half of it stayed in the back of the pants the other half came out the leg, snapped off and fell on the floor between his feet. In an instant this beautiful, fit, 22 year old bum went from seriously hot to seriously disgusting. He shot to a standing position in an instant in disgust. ‘Arrrrrrgg!’ he yelled out in horror. As he came up right, Pop! An uncontrollable urge and wee came streaming down his legs. He turned to the mirror in extreme sadness, the lovely pants now all wet at the front and on one side. He took one more look at his bum to see the other half of this poo visibly sitting in the back. Brenda walked in having heard his earlier yelp. ‘Oh she said. A No.2 already. I knew it was gonna happen at some point but I thought you’d go longer than 5 minutes. Come on let’s get you cleaned up and your nappy back on. I think I have a couple of cloth backed ones somewhere, that’ll help’. Chapter 38 - Uncle Pete It was 07:45am on a rather dull and cloudy August morning. Chris should have been up 15 minutes ago, but unusually neither Brenda nor Frank have come and released him. Their timekeeping is usually impeccable. Listening downstairs he can hear them talking with a voice he doesn’t recognise. He hears Brenda near the bottom of the stairs say to this person. ‘He’s up in bed now if you want to say hello. It’s ok, he’s in his safety system so you’re quite safe’. What the hell does that mean? Chris thought. “He’s quite safe”, what a joke. The reality of course is Chris would never hurt a fly, he’s the softest, gentlest and most tender guy you’ll ever meet. When this phase of his life is over, he’s going to make someone an amazing boyfriend, husband, or life partner. A head pops around the door and nervously walks in. He’s quite a lot older than Frank and Brenda. Maybe 70, fairly frail. ‘Hello mate’ he says gently and expectantly. ‘Hey’ says Chris, looking over at him. ‘I’m your uncle Pete’ says the man. Playing along, ‘Hello uncle Pete’ says Chris. Uncle Pete walks over to the bed holding out his hand formally for Chris to shake it like a gentleman. Chris moves his hand as far as he can, but it’s not actually far enough to come out the side of the duvet. Chris sort of flaps his hand a bit. Pete comes over closer in response to Chris’s apparent beckoning. He reaches into the duvet, takes Chris’s hand and tries to pull it towards him to shake it. But of course it firmly doesn’t come. As he shakes his hand it will move down ok, but as it comes up it stops dead at the same point each time. Confused, Pete flaps the duvet back a little and of course sees the strap securing Chris’s wrist to the bed. ‘Oh I see’ he said in a state of surprise. Pete pulls the covers back more, and then all the way across so Chris’s whole right side is exposed, showing all the straps securing his slim body, arms, legs and shoulders to the bed. ‘Safety system ay’ says Pete. ‘Frank said you were a hand full, but shit’. ‘Heh, I’m nice really’ said Chris, as a bit of a joke to settle Pete at the sight of him. Brenda comes bowling in looking flustered and rushed. ‘Right’ she said. ‘Your Dad and I need to go out for a few hours today, for a family funeral. Your uncle Pete is going to baby sit you’. ‘Oh, err, Ok’ said Chris. No mention of this had been made before. ‘Right Pete, I’m going to feed and change him before we go, so you shouldn’t need to do anything really, but if you want too their is a spare nappy on the desk, his food and drink are in the fridge’. Rushing and flustered, Brenda removed the crotch strap, undid Chris’ popper vest and started to remove his nappy, there and then on the bed in front of a total stranger. ‘Up!’ She said. Chris tried to lift his bum up, but with his legs secured at the end of the bed, spread slightly apart and the Segufix waist belt holding him down he can only manage a slight bounce. ‘UP!’ She shouted as if completely unaware he’s in restraints. ‘We’re running late I have to get this done, unless you want to sit in this?’ Chris bounced again and Brenda pulled the nappy out hard from underneath him. She gave him a very quick wipe then said’ Roll on your side’. At this point Frank walked in. Chris turned to his right to the full extent his restraints permitted, which as we know is not very far. His legs sort of twisted slightly as his heals were pretty much pinned in position. She tried to slide in the nappy, it wouldn’t go. Surely she of all people should know he couldn’t roll on his side. ‘Frank!’ She barked, ‘Pull him up’. With Chris still leaning over, Frank put one hand under his bum and the other his thigh and heaved him up. He got him about an inch off the bed. Essentially fighting against the large waist belt of the Segufix pulling him back down. She got the nappy under him, Frank dropped him back down and he rolled on his back into it, Brenda now fastening the 4 tapes firmly, then refastening the popper vest, then the crotch strap. Next she quickly went under his pillow and released the two locks on the straps which attach to the top of the bed. ‘Sit up’ she said. As he sat up the straps pulled through the loops that they are attached too on the shoulder straps of the Segufix. As Chris sat up she picked up the large bean bag on the floor and threw it behind him. She then reached for the left strap at the top of the bed, threaded it back through the shoulder restraint, pulled it tight and secured it. She then went and did the right. Chris was in a seated position, but not all the way up, he was sort of leaning back slightly at an awkward angle requiring him to have to hold up his head to look at the people in the room. ‘So I’m not getting up then?’ asked Chris, to no reply. As she was feeding Chris the last of his cornflakes, ‘Pete’, she said. ‘It’s pretty obvious but if you do need to change him you’ll have to take off the crotch strap, like we did. You just put this key on the middle black lock and it will release and come away with the key. It’ll leave the key over on the desk. Fix it back up when done, it just pushes on then give it a little tug to make sure it’s engaged’. ‘Ok’ said Pete. ‘No problem, it looked a bit awkward, but I’ll give it a go’. ‘I know it was a bit awkward, but I DON’T suggest you remove ANY of the other restraint points, because at your age you won’t be able to handle him’. ‘What does that mean?’ Chris exclaimed. ‘What do you think I’m going to do, bite him? beat him up? kill him?’ What he’d just said went completely ignored by everyone in the room. ‘No I mean it’ said Chris. ‘What have I ever done to show I can’t be trusted around people? You keep doing this, speaking to people as if I’m some kind of unmanageable physco’. Still ignored, ‘ANSWER ME?’ Chris shouted aggressively’. He was getting really annoyed at this point. He continued his rant. ‘You expect me to just stay here all day long do you? Strapped to the bed like an animal. After being here all night long. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to be in this fucking thing? Not allowed to even scratch my nose’. As he said this he moved violently to the right and lifted his right hand as far as it could go, to demonstrate the inability. ‘It’s like a punishment keeping me here and I haven’t done anything wrong! I could get up and keep myself to myself in my room like I always do, Pete can watch TV downstairs or something. Just keep the door shut Uncle Pete’ he carried on. ‘It’s ok, the monster can’t get out - look. There’s no fucking handle on the inside’. ‘NO’ said Brenda, firmly. ‘Why not?’ Said Chris. ‘Come on why not?’. ‘Why do I have to be strapped down all day?’ He started to thrust and pull to show his frustration at being physically restrained again. The belts creaking and the locks “Tinking” as they worked to hold him firmly in place. ‘I haven’t got time for this, just calm down’ said Brenda calmly trying to defuse the situation. ‘No I wanna know why I have to stay like this? Let me have may arms at least, or loosen it up then if you won’t let me out’. ‘That’s not safe’ said Brenda. ‘Don’t give me that shit again’ said Chris. ‘Watch your language to your mother, or you’ll be there for the rest of the week not just the day’ said Frank angrily. Pete’s been watching the various straps tame and control this increasingly angry young man. ‘I WANNA KNOW WHY I CAN’T GET UP!?’ Yelled Chris at the top of his voice bouncing up and down as hard as he could. ‘Ok, said Brenda, make me late…You expect us to leave you here with a dear friend of 70 years old, when: 1. You didn’t pull so hard on your harness at the shopping centre you bruised all my wrist and required two members of the general public, one of whom you punched in the face, to control you? 2. You didn’t kick and punch your father repeatedly as he brought you in? 3. You didn’t lay here on the bed lashing out, kicking and screaming and giving poor Frank a huge bruise on his hip? 4. You haven’t tried to run away and break the rules several times? 5. Every…single…time, we go out, you don’t constantly and deliberately walk off or walk in the wrong direction forcing poor Frank to have to constantly pull at your harness just to get you to walk next to us in the correct direction?’ ‘You’re going to stay there until we get back, and you’re going to be good for uncle Pete and be quiet’. 1 - 3 out of context, a long time ago and a one off, does good behaviour since count for nothing? 4, doesn’t seem relevant to Pete’s safety. 5 made Chris see red. It just wasn’t true. Chris tried so hard to stay in line on the harness, but Frank was always the one totally unnecessarily pulling and yanking at him. Chris lurched his head forward, his restraints holding him back, his arms pulling hard at his ligatures, veins showing in his arms and wrists. His face red with fury. ‘THAT IS A FUCKING LIE, ITS HIM! He’s a total bastard when I’m on that harness. I try hard to stay in line, but the sick fuck loves to pull at me, he enjoys it! I wanna break my contract right now, I’m not going to keep taking this shit. Release me now please, game’s over. Come on get the key, we’ve all had our fun here.’ said Chris defiantly. Brenda just put her hand in the air and said, ‘I’m not dealing with this now’. All this time, Frank and Pete had just stood there. Frank looking embarrassed, Pete looking terrified. As Brenda walked out, Frank held out his palm to Pete and said, ‘See? That’s what we have to deal with, that’s why he’s in that’. ‘Yeah I see’ said Pete. ‘He should be fine there, we’ll only be a few hours and he’s fed, watered and changed. Don’t worry about changing him after all this, I don’t want to put on you. If he shits himself he can sit in it’. ‘No need contract’s over, come on let me up’ said Chris relatively calmly. Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out the white remote. ‘If you do have an emergency, press the button on here. It’ll make the situation safe and alert us immediately, we’ll come straight back, we’re not far’. ‘Come on, just leave him. He’ll calm down. He’s not going anywhere.’ ‘Frank! Frank! I’m ending my contract now!’ shouted Chris. Frank and Pete totally ignored him and walked out, Frank closed the door behind him. Leaving him alone. Chapter 39 - Beyond the permitted movement Chris has now lived with Frank and Brenda Morden for about 9 weeks. That means he has spent 63 nights in the Segufix restraints. That alone is 756 hours, add the additional punishment time and we’re up to at least 760 to 765 hours in it. Granted he’s been asleep maybe 2/3 of that time, but that still leaves 255 waking hours in it. In all that time he has never escaped it, or even made the slightest impact on it. You’d think by now that he’d have tried everything and would no longer bother to try to free any part of himself, but this was not the case. After all, it has to be fitted each night. Maybe Brenda or Frank have missed something or made a mistake. Maybe they haven’t pushed a lock on firmly enough. It also has to be completely removed from the bed each week to clean the sheets, again maybe it was fitted wrongly or differently when applied? He knew complete escape was pretty much impossible, it would require so many separate locks and/or straps to fail at once or in sequence. It was after all an 8 point restraint system. But maybe, just for that one night he could get an arm or a leg free or something, and enjoy that small win against this relentless safety system and by extension, Brenda and Frank. Every night just after they left the room he would follow a procedure of testing each of the restraints. Is anything different? Is it fitted correctly? Will a lock pop off tonight? Now, other than the two adjustments Brenda had just made to change him and sit him up (well almost up) he was still secured from last night, and he’s already gone through this procedure the night before. But there he was, pumped up with anger, desperate to get up, alone, and with nothing else to do. And for some reason, every time he tried it, he felt like this might be the time something gives. He was also in a sightly different position, which afforded him a little more force and leverage that he could apply in pulling on the restraints than he could lying flat on his back. First he pulled hard on the shoulder restraints, and I mean hard. They dug deep into his shoulders. He’d never get to apply such considerable force lying down. They did not move though, but the considerable abdominal force he’d applied had moved both his bladder and bowel, so just 10 minutes into a long day, he’s already sitting in a small amount of mess again. ‘Fan-fucking-tastic’ he mumbled to himself. Next he pulled on his right arm restraint, his strongest arm, upwards and inward. Hard, really hard. After several attempts and when he was at full force, suddenly there was a boom as the tension on the strap his cuff was secured too released. The little back magnetic lock flew off across the room, hit the mirrored wardrobe and landed in the middle of the floor. Chris’s arm came flying up and he hit himself right across the face, cracking his lip and causing it to bleed onto his popper vest. After the shock of having just punched himself in the face wore off, a moment’s elation. ‘Haha! I’ve done it!’ He chirped to himself beaming with joy. ‘It can be defeated!’ He triumphed. ‘It’s difficult, but not actually impossible after all!’ He stretched out his free arm in the air and it felt great! The cuff itself was still firmly attached to his wrist, it was the lock securing the 6 inch long tethering strap hanging from it and fixing it to the bed which had failed. Next he got himself ready for the left arm, now he knew what to do and how to get it off. You just had to pull hard enough, it was as simple as that. He started to pull, this time placing his free right arm onto his left and using both arms to pull. He pulled so hard and for so long he felt a muscle ping in his forearm, but his arm did not come free like the right had. After several failed attempts at this and tiring mussels he tried the pull your wrist through the cuff approach, but with the added ability of being able to manipulate the cuff and fold and push through this palm with his free right hand. Much trying, concentration, frustration over at least 10 minutes of work and his left arm was still not free. It was however, red and sore and tired. These cuffs were perfectly comfortable if you just let them hold you. But fight them and their priority was to secure you. His whole left arm hurt like hell where he’d squeezed and pulled and strained it. After the success of the right arm he was sure he could do the left, but no, he was beat. He put his head back staring at the ceiling defeated and deflated. Hmm, I know, these shoulder straps are just over this bean bag, if I remove the bean bag they’re stretched over they’ll essentially be longer, I’ll at least be able to sit up straight and I might be able to reach my feet! Excited at the prospect of a new thing to try and achieving some more movement he shuffled his shoulders around to manipulate the beads inside and then put his right arm around to start pulling it out. It took a while and a lot of faff and manipulation as the bean bag kept getting caught on the straps. As he leaned forward to pull it out the straps were pushed down into it holding it, but eventually it did come out and Chris placed it to the side of the bed where he could reach it if he wanted to use it later. He’d been right. With the bean bag removed he could lean forward a bit more, beyond upright and just slightly forward. Another win! He was making progress again. Next he reached forward to his feet. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to do when he got there, but he’d think of something. His hand was a considerable distance away at full stretch. He once again pulled hard on the shoulder straps whilst trying to pull his feet toward him. Several minutes of trying and it was clear this was not possible, all that it had done was cause him to wet himself a little more as he’d strained. He looked at the straps coming over his shoulders and down his front, crossed over and attached to the waist belt. With his free arm he would work on these next. If he could slip them off his shoulders, it would make a considerable difference. He would certainly be able to reach his feet and with an arm free he should be able to work on the straps around his body. The problem is the Segufix system is cleverly designed. It is designed to be worn by adults in the full knowledge those adults will spend hours trying to escape it, whilst secured in it. Each part is secure in its own right. With free arms, it should still not be possible to remove any other strap, if fitted correctly, which Chris’s absolutely was, to every detail in the fitting instructions. He tries for ages, shuffling around, raising and lowering his shoulders, twisting himself into all sorts of contortions, but the shoulder straps simply will not and cannot come off. I won’t continue to document every detail, but this is as far as he got. A good hour at it at least in total, working on various straps and locks with various techniques. He was exhausted, hurting, annoyed and seriously disappointed. After that first initial success he thought he was on a roll, but he had just been very very lucky. It is extremely unusual for this to happen and Frank will later be sending this lock back to the manufacturer for inspection and testing at their request. He reached down to pick up the bean bag and put it behind him, but it had gradually sunk down and rolled to the side away from the bed slightly, it was out of reach. He fell back down flat on the bed, beaten. --- Sorry for the delay in posting this update, I had a bit of bother accessing the site over the last few days x

Restarting my router worked! Thank you x

I still have this problem 2 days later. Same as original poster. Works on my phone, on my WiFi I get the go-daddy page.

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Chapter 34 - Father and Son time They were home about 3pm, once home Brenda changed him and Chris went out into the garden for some time to himself. He couldn’t help but relive the experience in McDonalds over and over. Each time a shudder ran through him with embarrassment. He was in the garden wearing a just a t-shirt and flip flops, oh and his nappy of course. You’ve probably noticed they don’t generally put him in shorts or trousers at home. It’s just a bit easier to check him that way. They don’t have to continually disturb him. They can just glance at his indicator and see whether they have to change him or not. Frank called out of the window of Chris’s bedroom down to him in the garden. ‘Come here son’ he said. I I’ve got something for you’. Chris’s repetitive thoughts were broken and he headed in and up the stairs. As he walked into his room Frank was sitting at his desk with the iMac on it and the iPad and iPhone sitting to one side. ‘Remember these’ he said, ‘your gifts?’ ‘Yeah’ said Chris. They’d been taken away from him on day two for his bad behaviour at the shopping centre. He’d thought about them a few times, but had wondered if they were actually real gifts, or had just been placed there, so they could then be taken away again to form a punishment. ‘You’ve been a really good lad today Chris, me and your mum are extremely proud of you. On our way out Dr Sanchez had commented how incredibly well behaved you were and what a nice young man you are’. Chris raised a smile. ‘We want you to have these now, you’re going to need them for your studies soon anyway’. ‘Thank you’ said Chris cheering up. He’d never had a decent computer, phone or tablet in his life, but these were all brand new and the latest model. ‘Give me a hand with these cables will you, I’m too old stiff and fat to get under this desk’. He pulled the chair away and gestured Chris under the desk. ‘Ok, pass me up the main power cable will you’ called Frank. Chris bent down and crawled under, padded bum in the air, it was tight and awkward. He had to take the cable and then twist his body awkwardly around to pass it up to Frank’s fingers dangling above. After a couple of failed attempts they’d done it. ‘Ok, next up the charger leads for the phone and iPad’ called Frank. Chris grabbed them both, contorted his body around and passed them up to Frank’s waiting fingers. ‘Ok, last one’ said Frank. ‘We’ve got to pass the mains cable from the multi plug behind the set of draws and plug into the socket behind the unit. It required a full arm stretch but Chris could just reach. ‘Ok’ said Frank, ‘I’ll pull the unit forward and you reach in and plug it in’. Chris lifted the plug and pushed it in. UK plugs can be a bit awkward to get in at an angle, if you’ve ever tried. He wiggled it and using all of his leverage gave it a good hard push…. But as he’d pushed the plug in, he’d totally inadvertently pushed something else out. Chris had just pooed himself. He’d felt it go, it felt like quite a lot and it was clearly now resting on the top of his balls in the nappy. Chris froze, a ball of sweat run down his forehead. ‘All done’ said Frank come on out’. Chris didn’t move, he just stayed there, bum in the air, under the desk and put his hands to his face. ‘Come on, you can come out now’ said Frank, giving him two gentle pats on his plastic covered padded bum. Chris crawled out. He was sweating and his bottom lip was quivering. ‘It wasn’t that hard was it?’ said Frank with a big grin. ‘Seriously, kids these days’. Chris just stared at him with big sad eyes. ‘What’s wrong?’ Asked Frank, still nothing from Chris, lip quivering. Quietly and shyly Chris said, almost to him self. ‘I’ve done a poo’, Frank didn’t hear him properly. ‘Do what son?’ He said. ‘I’ve done a poo!’ Chris blurted out loudly, two huge tears rolling down his face. Frank looked at him in a way that suggested he’d been waiting for this moment. He threw his huge arms around Chris’s small frame and hugged him strongly. ‘I’ve done a poo’ Chris kept repeating over and over, in disbelief, his face buried in Frank’s chest. ‘I know, I know, it’s alright’ Frank said in a sweet and gentle parental tone, only a parent can say to their child. In the just over seven weeks Chris had been with them, he hadn’t had a proper hug from Frank. Brenda and Frank were very much good cop, bad cop. Frank was the disciplinarian, Brenda the carer. But in this moment he hugged and consoled Chris deeply, lovingly and beautifully. The hug went on for ever. ‘Can you change it?’ whimpered Chris as the hug went on. Frank put his hand on Chris’s bum and felt around the outside of his nappy. I’ll take a look in a minute he said. As they eventually pulled away from one another Frank turned Chris around, lent him forward slightly, lifted his shirt and pulled back the top of his nappy, peering inside. ‘It’s fine, son there’s nothing there’. ‘There is!’ exclaimed Chris. ‘I felt it and can still feel it. Frank took a closer look and gave it a whiff. He did smell something a tiny bit, but he didn’t let Chris know that. ‘It’s fine son, you’re fine’. ‘I’m not please change it’ Chris said bending his knees almost pleading with Frank. Frank turned Chris, put his hands on Chris’s shoulders and used his thumbs to gesture Chris’s face up and to make eye contact. ‘Look son’ he said. ‘We can’t change you every 5 minutes. If we do that’s going to get hugely annoying for both you and us, and not to mention extremely expensive and wasteful. We’ll change you every 4 to 5 hours, or if we notice you’re particularly wet or stinking our house out’ he smiled and chucked. ‘I’m not changing you after a tiny little nugget like that, I can’t even smell’. And with that he pulled Chris back into his arms. He went on. ‘Now that we’ve had you all sorted, you really don’t need to worry about what’s going on down there, just get on with your life and mum and I will worry about all that. You’re free of bothering or worrying about what’s going on in there. Liberated’. ‘Right!’ he said eventually in his typical way to change the direction of events. ‘This computer and stuff is ready for you. You like gadgets don’t you?’ ‘Yeah of course’ said Chris softly, not really ready to change the subject. ‘Ok, well they’re all yours. Take ‘em for a spin!’ And he gestured to the office chair. Chris sat in the chair, as he did the crap in his underwear squished back and forth a little and a rush of unpleasant air wafted up. ‘See’ said Chris, ‘smell that?’. ‘No I don’t’ said Frank, ‘stop making a fuss over nothing’. Chapter 35 - Hindsight Frank left Chris on his own to play with his new gadgets. He wasn’t immediately interested. He was thinking about what had just happened. Chris wasn’t stupid, we know that about him already. He knew he was having two procedures which were going to make him go to the loo more often, that was obvious. From the No.2 perspective he’d mildly welcomed that. The first 7 or so weeks had been really difficult in that department. He’d had constipation from retention, and really struggled to go. He’d only really been every other day, and as a result, when he had it had been enormous and unpleasant. In his mind this procedure would help him go every day, maybe twice a day, morning and evening and make the whole thing more straight forward. Certainly in the case of his bladder and based upon what had just happened, most likely in the case of his bottom too, it had removed or at least considerably reduced his ability to control his own bodily functions. Maybe this was temporary whilst he healed? That’s quite common isn’t it after ops on your bits down there? He went back over what Frank and Dr Sanchez had said. All they’d really said was about how it would help him and how it would make things easier. They’d not said you’ll be pissing and shitting yourself uncontrollably virtually every time you move! He’d been tricked, he’d been miss-lead! Were Frank and Brenda actually totally evil or something? But even if they were, how would they get a London Dr to perform a procedure on him which would harm him? He realised he should seriously have asked more questions. He’d not thought to ask, “Will I be able to control myself still? Are you going to render me virtually incontinent???” But now, in hindsight, these seemed obvious questions. Then he remembered something Frank had said on the night he set out the additional contract term and explained the procedure. “Put simply it will prevent upsets like today from happening”, he’d said. Chris now realised exactly what that meant. “You won’t be able to take off your nappy, because you’ll need it”. From this point forward, until he left and the procedure was reversed, his nappy would take on new meaning. Rather than being there and being THEE source of embarrassment, it was now there to PREVENT embarrassment. After all, if you wee in a nappy, no one really knows. But if you wee your clothes, everyone knows. Whatever lay ahead, it was done now and there was absolutely no chance Frank and Brenda would agree to take him back up to London and have the procedure reversed. He also now wondered how he could actually break the contract, even if he wanted to and leave a second time. After all, here are the updated terms: 1. Do as instructed to by the parents at all times and is subject to punishments if not. This was technically impossible to break, because not doing as instructed results in a punishment which cannot be avoided, not termination of the contract. 2. Be in bed between the hours of 7:30pm and 7:30am unless deviated from by the parents. Having a light on is permitted between 7:30pm and 9pm for reading or using electronic devices, subject to safety restraints being set by the parents to make that physically possible. This was also impossible to break, because once in bed, he couldn’t get out and on the two occasions over the last 7 or so weeks when he’d protested, Frank had simply carried him upstairs kicking and screaming and thrown him into bed, just like that time after the shopping centre incident. 3. Wear and use protection at all times for toileting needs. When at home and in the presence of the parents, they will change it. If out alone the son may change it himself, but must bring home all used ones for inspection. Well, it turned out this was possible to break, and he broke it and it did indeed terminate the contract. However, following todays procedure, breaking it would lead to him soiling himself. He’d need this procedure reversed before he could exit this contract. He also had no idea when he’d next be out alone, Frank had made that clear. 4. Wear a GPS enabled device. The watch wasn’t fitted at present and maybe when it was he could bust it off, but the main part of it, the electrodes, were now surgically implanted in him and would also need to be surgically removed. 5. Have a small, reversible procedure to make toileting easier. This is done, and can only be undone by Dr Sanchez, who is clearly friends of Brenda and Frank. He’s not going to do it without their permission, anyway how much would that cost? There isn’t even running away any more is there? It’s never worked before, he has electrodes inside him and he can’t function as a young man if he can’t properly control his bodily functions. After a short while he lent forward to pick up the iPad. Pop! He felt, followed by the urge and rushing wee feeling. He looked down helplessly as the front of his nappy filled with urine, turning at least half of the visible indicator blue. ‘What a fucking joke…’ he said to himself out loud. ‘I don’t just look like a baby anymore’. Chapter 36 - Gadgets iPad in hand Chris typed in the PIN number stuck on the sticky note on the desk. 1234. Great security! thought Chris. Old people and technology…. On the Home Screen there were only 4 apps currently installed. The contacts app, messages app, Safari and YouTube kids. Not a problem, he could install more later. He opened up Safari and just punched in the first url which came to mind bbc.co.uk, up it came. Cool, thought Chris, with a big joyous grin. What next? He typed in his uni website and again, bing, up it came. He opened the App Store and up popped all the apps available. He searched for Twitter, he’d not checked his socials for nearly 2 months. He tapped on “Download” and the button changed to a little swirly symbol, but rather than the download start a message popped up. “Installation of this app requires approval from your parent or guardian”, with the options of “Request” and “Cancel”. Chris’s eyes rolled and he exhaled, they’ve got bloody parental controls on. He hit “Cancel”. Let’s try something else. Regular YouTube would be nice, he could catch up on his favourite channels. Again, “Installation of this app requires approval from your parent or guardian”, he hit “Request”. After all how could anyone take issue with that. He went back to the browser. www.twitter.com he typed. The page refused to load. “This site is blocked under the category social media” it said. Chris just laughed to himself. www.amazon.co.uk “This site is blocked under the category shopping” His favourite car forum www.pistonheads.com “This site is blocked under the category social media”. That’s not social media! www.google.com “This site is blocked under the category search engine” WTF, I can’t even Google anything?? He tried every site he could thing off, at least 30, every single one of them blocked. It was just the BBC and his Uni site that worked. It appeared he could only go to a couple of whitelisted sites. He went back to his Uni website. I’ll just check my Uni email then he said to himself. He tapped on the “Login / student email” button on the menu. “This site is blocked under the category communication”. He tossed the iPad down on the table and stood up in disappointment and anger. What a joke, he thought. Lovely devices, basically useless. He picked it back up, went to the BBC page and pressed “News”, it did come up. He was 2 months out of date on UK and World news, stuck in his own weird little world. He put his legs up on the desk lent back and started reading through. After about 25 minutes reading the screen suddenly went white and a message appeared. “You have exceeded your screen time for today, click here to request more from your parent or guardian”. ‘Oh for fuck sake’ said Chris out load. He’d been using it, what, 45 minutes? Now it was locked out???. Yes, it was locked out, and synchronised together so were the iPhone and the iMac, until tomorrow. Chris locked the iPad and just sat there looking at the devices in huge disappointment. Was there anything these people wouldn’t control for him? Did he have any freedoms left? Just as he was about to get up and walk away, the iPad made a notification noise and lit up with a notification. Chris read it. “Your request to install the app YouTube has been rejected. Click here to learn more.” Of course it has, he said to himself.

Chapter 30 - The procedure It had been 3 days since the resigning of the contract and today Chris was due for his procedure. They were all up and dressed on time, as always. As Chris was being secured into his walking harness in the hallway he had major butterflies. What on earth was he doing? What was going to happen? Was it going to hurt? What would be different afterwards? Would things be better or worse? When they got to the train station in the car, Chris was released from his seat and they made their way to the platform. Many an odd look there of course from the commuters at the Mum, Dad and 22 year old son on reins. As the train came in both Brenda and Frank held firmly onto Chris’s harness to prevent him walking forward over the yellow line and getting hurt. He had no intention of walking into the oncoming train of course, but that didn’t stop them protecting him, just in case. When they got to Waterloo station in London they all jumped in a cab and headed to a small back street in London. As they got out they walked up to a small door with a brass plaque. “Dr Antonio Sanchez”, written across it. Frank pressed the intercom by the door. “Dr Sanchez’s reception, how can I help you?” beamed a ladies voice. ‘Hello, we’re here for a 10:00am appointment with Dr Sanchez’ said Frank. The door buzzed and they went in. Inside the door was a set of stairs leading up to a small reception. ‘Good morning’ said Frank cheerfully. ‘It’s Mr and Mrs Morden with our son Chris Morden’. Chris’s surname isn’t Morden of course, the same as Brenda and Frank’s, but clearly Frank had booked him in as such. ‘Yes’ she said. ‘We’re doing front and back today aren’t we?’ ‘That’s right’ said Frank. ‘Ok, that’s great’ said the woman. ‘Take a seat’. Frank immediately heads for the seating area, and even though Chris turned quickly too, he obviously wasn’t quick enough, getting a sharp yank and drag backwards from Frank. The lady gave him a warm smile as she saw this happen. The constant pulling, yanking and dragging on his harness really starting to upset Chris, when he was trying his best to be good and stay with them. Chris looked around the room. It was quite smart and tidy with large windows and lots of natural light. Like most medical facilities there was a pile of old magazines which were years old and various posters on the walls. One of them caught Chris’s eye and struck him as odd though. It showed a family just like his a “Mum” and “Dad” walking along the seafront all with big beaming smiles. Yet the son was clearly adult age and wearing a harness similar to Chris’s’. ‘Ask here for innovative regression solutions’ was the title. A short while later, while Chris is sitting there literally shaking with nerves a short middle aged man in a white coat comes walking into the waiting area. Fraaaaaank, Breeeeenda he beams, arms wide open for hugs. They all embrace like long lost friends, they clearly know each other. After much mindless introductory chatter and laughter, Dr Sanchez turns to Chris sitting on the chair, bends down as if talking to an infant and says ‘and who’s this little one?’. As Chris is about to introduce himself, Frank says. ‘This is our new son Chris’. ‘Aww, isn’t he handsome’ said Dr Sanchez. ‘He’s gonna be a heartbreaker. Don’t worry young man, we’ll get you all sorted in no time’. Chapter 31 - “Click” As they walk into a standard looking consulting room Frank hands Chris’s rein over to Dr Sanchez and he and Brenda sit on two chairs opposite Dr Sanchez’s desk. Chris is instructed to get on the bed. ‘Ok’ said Dr Sanchez. ‘Mum and Dad, is it safe to take this harness off or have we got to keep it on?’ Frank looked back at Dr Sanchez regretfully and said. ‘Sorry Antonio but I think it’s got to stay on, we’ve had a lot of problems with this one’. ‘Oh dear’ said Dr Sanchez looking back at Chris and shaking his head. ‘Let’s just pop the crotch strap then’. Frank gets up and rolls Chris on his side, he does some fiddling at the back and pop the crotch strap pops off. “Pops” is the right word as well, because when Chris is standing or laying it is under some tension. ‘You can secure his harness here’ Chris heard Dr Sanchez say. ‘Ah excellent’ said Frank as he fed Chris’s reins through a hoop at the top of the bed and secured them with a clip. Dr Sanchez came round to the side of the bed and began to pull off Chris’s shorts. Chris lifted a little to help. As he was doing this and removing Chris’s nappy, moving it to one side, he started to explain the procedure. ‘Ok young man, we’re going to perform two quick reversible procedures today and it’s going to solve all these problems you’ve been having and make it easier for you to go potty, Ok?’ Chris just raised his eyebrows briefly, yeah whatever. Dr Sanchez took a syringe and stuck it gently into Chris’s abdomen. As the liquid went in, Chris could feel his entire mid section go numb. Next Dr Sanchez takes a long wire with a small ball on the end and inserts it into Chris’s penis using a small screen on the wall to guide it up and into place into a small opening visible on the screen. When it’s in position, he presses a button and pulls out the wire leaving the small round bit at the end in place. ‘Part one done’ said Dr Sanchez. It had been no more than a minute start to finish and Chris didn’t feel a thing. ‘Ok knees up and apart for me’ said Dr Sanchez. Next he takes a large metal rod with a small snipper at the end and slowly inserts it into Chris’s perfect little bottom. Chris leans forward in alarm but is prevented from sitting as his harness was tethered to the bed by Frank. ‘It’s ok darling’ said Brenda lovingly. Dr Sanchez pulls a trigger on the end of the rod “Click”. Then he pulls it out. ‘That’s it, all done, you’re not going to have any more problems. Things will be a bit tight and numb for a few hours, but it’ll soon loosen up and things will be much better and easier for you than before’. Chapter 32 - Our biggest innovation yet Dr Sanchez goes over to his desk where Frank and Brenda are sitting, leaving Chris half naked on the bed. ‘Before you go Mum and Dad. If you’ve got a feisty one, have you seen our new gps enabled electra trainer 800 model?’ ‘No’ said Frank curiously. ‘We’ve got a 750’. ‘Let me show you said Dr Sanchez, it’s a major innovation’. Chris raised his head on the pillow trying to see what was going on. Dr Sanchez was holding a small metal cylinder the size of a testicle with two small wires coming out of it. ‘Just as effective as the 750 you’ve got, but crucially, and in our biggest innovation yet, I make a small incision and fit it inside the little one’s scrotum. No untidy wires, no big white patch spoiling the look of his chest and no external pads on the scrotum to clean off when changing. And of course absolutely impossible for him to remove without a further procedure here at the clinic. It can be done now while he has the anaesthetic’. Frank looked immediately impressed. ‘Do you want to step outside and discuss the numbers and legalities’ said Dr Sanchez? ‘Yes’ said Frank enthusiastically. ‘I’ll stay here and look after Chris’ said Brenda. She didn’t look as keen on it as Frank. Whilst Frank and Dr Sanchez were out of the room Brenda came over to Chris and rested her hand on his arm gently. ‘Don’t worry my love, we would never do anything to harm you long term, and certainly never do anything that can’t be undone. You’ll feel much better after this procedure, you’ll just be able to relax more. And as for this Willy zapper thing, well if I tell you a secret you mustn’t tell Dad’. ‘Ok’ said Chris. ‘I don’t like it either’ she said. ‘I don’t think it’s necessary and I’ll make sure that if it’s ever used on you, it will only be if it’s absolutely necessary for your own safety, I promise you that’. About 15 minutes later Frank and Dr Sanchez walked back in. Frank walks up to Chris. ‘I’ve worked out a deal on a new scrotal attachment for your gps device, it’s going to be much more comfortable and practical for you and us. Dr Sanchez’s lawyer has kindly checked over your contract and determines it does not stipulate how the device will be fitted, and thus you’ve already granted consent. You don’t need to sign anything further, in case you were worried about that’. He taps Chris on the shoulder gently. Whatever Chris thinks or wants at this point, like everything before, he’s manipulated into a position where he has little choice but to comply. He just rolls his eyes. Dr Sanchez asks Chris to raise his legs, Chris can’t see or feel anything. But he makes a small incision in Chris’s scrotum and places the device inside. He then uses a set of tweezers to insert the two barbed wires into the nerves at the back of the scrotum making sure they are secured. He then closes the incision with three small disposable stitches, and pops a little plaster with a smiley face on top. ‘Ok, all done’ said Dr Sanchez. ‘You’re now the proud owner of the best willy zapper money can buy. Mum and Dad can you just come and hold your son for me, just gently on the arms there’. Brenda and Frank get up and apply gentle pressure to Chris’s arms. Without any warning, Dr Sanchez then takes a remote and presses the Amber button. As Chris is under anaesthetic he doesn’t feel anything, but his naked bum is launched off of the bed several inches and back down. ‘Ok, and 2’ said Dr Sanchez. This time he presses the Red button. Once again Chris’s bottom is launched into the air, but considerably higher this time, and it is held there. His back is firm and arched, his bum, hip and leg mussels rock solid, his knees bent, holding him in the air. His Willy his bone hard and pointing down at him from above, not from arousal but from the electricity shooting through it, and a large shot of wee squirts out all over his chest and t-shirt and almost into his mouth. The shock ends and Chris’ bum crashes back down onto the bed. Chris is, disturbed and frightened by it all, but because of the anaesthetic it hadn’t hurt. He’s of course experienced this before, with the pain. This time he was most distressed at how he’d embarrassed himself in front of everyone by weeing all over himself and his t-shirt. Lots of things recently had eroded his dignity but pissing all over yourself in front of your “parents” and a “Doctor”, was a new low. As Chris tried to examine his T-shirt Brenda said, ‘Don’t worry, don’t worry it doesn’t show, it’ll dry’ in a reassuring tone. ‘Ok Mum, if you get him dressed, I’ll take Dad through the paring procedure for your watch and remotes when you get home’ said Dr Sanchez. As Chris is being re-nappied and dressed by Brenda he can hear Dr Sanchez going over the technical details. Up to 6 months battery life….charge with this magnetic cable just on the outside of the scrotum….up to 1000 warnings and over 250 disciplines per charge…. Chris has heard it all before. Chapter 33 - Post Op They left Dr Sanchez’s medical centre. ‘Let’s get some lunch’ said Frank. They walked a couple of streets over to the main high street. Frank holding on to Chris’s harness firmly so he could not accidentally get near the busy road. They walked into McDonald’s and Frank handed Chris’s reins to Brenda. They went to take a seat whilst Frank ordered. As Chris was sitting there he could feel the anaesthetic wearing off quite quickly. The feeling was all gradually returning. As it did his scrotum felt a little sore, but not too bad. He had a little itch up inside his bum, which he tried to scratch a couple of times, but he couldn’t get a good scratch on it with the pad of his nappy over it. I’m sure nappy wearers reading this will appreciate this issue. Frank came back with a whole tray of food and a happy meal box on it. Oh cool, a burger for me! Thought Chris. As Frank started unwrapping Brenda reached into her bag and pulled out the now familiar Tupperware box full of cold blended something or other. ‘You don’t want to eat this crap’ said Brenda. ‘It’ll make you fat like Frank and I’ she chuckled. ‘I’ve got a lovely butternut squash, carrot and turnip mash for you’ and she began feeding it to him with a spoon. Once his main course was eaten, she reached for the happy meal box and passed it to Chris. Inside was a small bag of fruit with no more than 3 bits of apple and a couple of grapes. Just great, he thought. ‘Right!’ pronounced Frank, let’s head back. Chris slid himself along the bench seat to the end of the table and then went to stand. But as he got just a small way off of the seat he felt a strange pop in his abdomen as if something had moved, opened or burst. With that he got a sudden and overwhelming urge to urinate. He panicked, taken by surprise. ‘Oh!’ he yelped loudly without realising. He grabbed at his nappied crotch and clenched to stop it, but he felt the wee coming down his shaft and then shooting out of his willy and into his nappy. Frank and Brenda quickly realised what had just happened. Chris stood stooped over holding his crotch as the flow came to a stop. It wasn’t actually that much, maybe half a cup full. As Chris came to a full stand he looked around, everyone was staring at him. It was pretty obvious to anyone around from how he’d just behaved, he’d accidentally wet himself. And if they hadn’t noticed the bulge in his shorts before, it and the fact his shorts were dry made it dead clear, he’d had that accident in a nappy. Of every incident so far, and there had been a few, this was by miles the worst. Chris wasn’t an idiot, he knew they were gonna make it harder for him to hold it, make him go a bit more often, stop the retention and huge floods he’d been doing before. But the ease with which he’d just wet himself, the extent to which he’d felt himself doing it, and his complete inability to stop it, were a shock. He was in disbelief. ‘It’s ok darling’ said Brenda. ‘Come here’ putting her arm around him. ‘You’ll get used to it’. Needless to say during the one and a half our journey home on the train the same thing happened several more times. The first time was getting out of the cab. The second was when standing at Waterloo station waiting for their train to come on the board. The second their train flashed up Frank shouted ‘Platform 9!’. Just as Chris had looked up to see where to go, Frank pulled him really hard to the right. As Chris quickly rushed to put his left foot across and maintain his balance the physical excursion caused a sizeable amount of wee to come out. One time, all Chris had done was lean forward slightly to look out of the train window, as he’d applied the slightest amount of pressure to his abdomen leaning forward there was enough pressure to pop the device open yet again. An immediate desire to urinate washing over him like a wave and another egg cup of wee pouring into his now increasingly wet underwear.