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Before reading this story, it is highly recommended that you read the first two stories in this series: Daddy's Cabin: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/51692-daddys-cabin/ Daddy's Cabin 2 - Connor's Story: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/57670-daddys-cabin-connors-story/ --- This is the first part of the third and (as things are) last instalment of the Daddy's Cabin trilogy. This has been available on my Patreon for the last week and if you want early updates to every story I post then it costs a $5 pledge. If you want the above and access to exclusive stories it costs a $10 pledge. There are more tiers and rewards available on my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to everyone who reads my stories, a huge thank you to everyone who comments and a super-duper thank you to all of the people who support me on Patreon: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Tsidt, Scy Tali, Britnee L, Sith, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cameron, Cole T, Dorian G, LB Iceland, Babybb, J Land, Tim F, Cvsflip105, P74_1986, Chris B, Ron N, Jerry J, Frank S, Charlie S, P, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S --- Daddy’s Cabin 3 By Elfy “Quiet down. Let the drugs work, fighting it will only make it worse…” Connor sighed as he sped along the dark highway towards the cabin. The sounds of struggling from the backseat only intensified as the college age woman frantically pulled against the ropes restraining her without much success. Connor was sure she would be screaming if it wasn’t for the gag in her mouth. Connor yawned as he looked out of the window. He hated this job, it had caused him to become cold and detached from people and even his friends had asked him what was wrong. Connor could never tell the truth though, how could he, he had to play the grieving friend who had lost Tyler and could never admit his own role in that disappearance. Turning off of the main road, Connor started navigating between the trees towards the accursed house of Daddy. He had the route memorised at this point. When Connor started working for Daddy it had been suggested that he wouldn’t be called very often, that Connor would only be needed every few months to bring a new hapless victim to Daddy but it quickly turned into an event he was having to take part in a couple of times a month. He had no idea how Daddy was conditioning and moving these people on so quickly. In the last three months, since Connor had left Tyler at the cabin, Connor had brought ten different people to Daddy. By the time Connor pulled up in front of the old shack the woman in the backseat of his car was out cold. Connor stepped out of his driver’s seat and knocked on the cabin door, it swung open after a few seconds and the huge, hulking figure of Daddy appeared in the doorway. Without a word, Daddy and Connor walked back to the car and manhandled the woman out of the backseat. She wasn’t too heavy but an unconscious body was never easy to carry. As Connor carried the body into the house his mind went back to the situation that led him here. He remembered Tyler, his best friend, making a mistake. Connor remembered tricking Tyler into coming to this discreet cabin and then what happened next. Tyler would have been sold into babyhood slavery by now. It had been a few months since Connor had last seen Tyler but he found that his old best friend was increasingly on his mind. “I’ve got another target for you.” Daddy grunted as they dropped the unconscious woman’s body into the crib. “Already!?” Connor exclaimed, “What about her?” “I’ll have a couple of weeks with her and then move her on.” Daddy replied with a shrug, “Business isn’t going well. Prices are through the floor and demand is dwindling. The people I work for need more and more bodies just to keep even.” “But surely you need longer than a couple of weeks to… Do your stuff…” Connor was very careful about how he referred to Daddy’s role of regressing the captives. “I do what I can.” Daddy grunted simply. For the first time, Connor looked up into Daddy’s face and saw an old man. Daddy looked tired, he looked like the passion he once had for his work had ebbed away. “Who’s the target?” Connor sighed. He had been told he would be used sparingly and yet seemed to be called upon very often. This isn’t what he had agreed to, not that he had much in terms of negotiating power. Daddy handed a slip of paper to Connor and started restraining the woman in the crib. He had already stripped her down and had a diaper ready for her. “Trevor Smith!?” Connor exclaimed as he looked at the details of his target. “You know him?” Daddy asked haphazardly. “Sure…” Connor replied as he continued reading, “He was the high school quarterback. He was destined for huge things, had all the top colleges scouting him. Hell, he had NFL teams following him closely already.” “They did say they wanted more high profile targets.” Daddy said, “What happened to him if he was so promising? Looks like he’s homeless in that photo.” “Double leg fracture.” Connor said with a hint of sadness, “A nothing play at the end of a blow out game. He’d just broken the record for most yards thrown in a single game at the high school when he got sacked and fell awkwardly. Snapped his leg in two places…” “Ouch.” Daddy grunted. “He could still have come back and had a career.” Connor continued, “But he became addicted to the painkillers he was given. He stopped rehabbing his leg, stopped showing up at school… Last I heard he was basically drifting through houses he could squat in. He used to be a friend but we lost contact.” “Well evidently someone still sees value in that quarterback.” Daddy replied, “They are offering a decent amount for him. I need him by the end of the week.” Connor sighed deeply but nodded. He knew this was an order and not a request so he didn’t argue, he simply took the paper with the details and walked back out to his car. --- “Aren’t you… Trevor Smith?” Connor was walking down the street when he saw his target. It had taken Connor a week just to find the former quarterback, he knew that he was cutting it very fine in regards to time. Trevor looked in a rough state. His muscled physique had wasted away and now he was stood hunched over in an alleyway. He looked a little lost and his wildly unkempt hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while. “Who the fuck are you?” Grunted the homeless man. “Connor… Remember from high school? We used to hang out sometimes.” Connor replied as he took a step into the alley. “Connor? Right, how are you doing? You got any spare change?” Trevor’s eyes squinted as he looked at Connor. Connor wasn’t sure whether the former star football player remembered who he was at all. It made no difference to Connor, his job remained the same either way. “I haven’t got any change…” Connor started. “Then what use are you!?” Trevor stumbled backwards slightly. He seemed more angry than happy to see Connor. He clearly saw anyone who didn’t have something for him as a nuisance. “I do have some stuff in the car though…” Connor continued, “Some drink and stuff, was thinking we could go on a drive and catch up.” “You have booze?” Trevor repeated as his anger melted almost immediately. “Sure, got some other stuff too if you are interested.” Connor replied with a small smirk. “Then what are we waiting for!” Trevor flashed a wide smile. His yellowing teeth contrasted with his former million dollar smile, “Connor, right? You were always my favourite friend.” Connor knew that was a lie. They only tangentially knew each other, only at social events did their two circles of friends interact. But he smiled and indicated for Trevor to follow him, his car was parked very nearby and they were soon piling in. Trevor took the backseat as the front passenger seat was covered in various items. “Where’s the stuff?” Trevor asked immediately as soon as the door closed. “Hold on.” Connor said as he reached over to his glovebox. Connor pulled out a non-descript prescription bottle filled with little white pills. He placed them on the passenger seat and then pulled out a second bottle of very similar pills. “Good shit.” Trevor smiled as he watched Connor, “This is all temporary though, you know?” “Is it?” Connor asked distractedly. He wasn’t really listening all that much, he was busy trying to find the cheap plastic cups he had brought with him. “Yeah man…” Trevor said wistfully, “I’m going to clean up and go finish college.” “Sure.” Connor was sceptical. It sounded like a typical thing for a drug addict to say, they rarely followed through though. When Connor had found the cups, he put them on the seat and turned the engine of the car on. He quickly pulled out and started driving towards the edge of the city. “Aren’t we going to take the pills?” Trevor asked as they pulled away. “Sure we are.” Connor replied, “I know a good quiet spot where we can go though. No chance of cops.” “Sweet.” Trevor replied as he relaxed and sat back in his seat. For five minutes they drove in relative silence. The city gradually thinned out as they were heading towards the city limits. “You were best friends with Tyler, weren’t you?” Trevor eventually said to break the silence. Connor felt a feeling like an icy dagger stab his heart. He hadn’t expected this to be brought up and he wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it. “I… Yes, we were best friends.” Connor replied shortly. “Did they ever find out what happened to him?” Trevor asked, “I remember there were news articles and stuff.” “He just disappeared.” Connor replied, “Vanished off the map.” Connor’s hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white. The guilt and regret of handing Tyler to Daddy burned inside him, he wished more than anything he could take it back. “Shame.” Trevor replied, “He was a good kid.” “How about we sort this stuff out.” Connor said to change the subject. He pointed down at the pills as he continued driving down the quiet country back road that headed towards the cabin. As Connor continued to drive he set the two plastic cups in the two cup holders and roughly filled them with water. The road was practically deserted so he didn’t have to worry too much about doing this on the move. Connor opened the bottle of powerful sedatives. He dropped a couple of the pills into one of the drinking vessels. Trevor made a noise of approval from behind Connor. Connor then opened the second vial and poured a couple of the pills into the other cup. These were harmless sugar pills, a pill that wouldn’t impair Connor at all. “Yeah!” Trevor called out excitedly. He reached forward and picked up the two cups. “Woah man. What are you doing!?” Connor asked suddenly. The plan was for Trevor to drink the spiked cup, now Connor had no idea which one that was. “Getting ready for a party!” Trevor laughed. “Which one of those cups was the one nearest me?” Connor asked urgently as he tried to split his attention between his companion and the road in front of him. “Erm…” Trevor looked down at the two identical cups. His short-term memory was rather hazy and he couldn’t honestly say for sure which drink was which. “Jesus, Trevor!” Connor yelled. “Relax, dude.” Trevor replied, “It was this one… I think.” “You think!?” Connor continued. They were getting near to the edge of the forest now, he needed Trevor drugged and sedate as soon as possible. “It doesn’t matter, man.” Trevor said, “A pill’s a pill!” Connor couldn’t waste any more time or give Trevor any idea that something was going on. He reached back and took the cup that Trevor was handing him and he looked into it. There was no way to tell whether these were the sedatives or not, the pills looked the same. “Bottom’s up.” Trevor said. He threw his head back and swallowed the pills and the water in one go. Connor murmured something in return, he put the cup to his lips and swallowed the drink. There were no immediate effects and Connor breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed like he had got lucky. It was almost as soon as Connor hit the treeline that he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. His eyes were growing heavy and his limbs seemed to be responding slower. “I’m not feeling a thing…” Trevor said with disappointment, “How about you?” “Ugh…” Connor tried to respond but he was having trouble getting his brain and body to co-operate. “Are you feeling OK?” Trevor asked. Connor was swaying slightly in his seat. The world around him seemed to be spinning around him, his clouded mind knew just one thing, he had to get to the cabin. “Shit man, you don’t look so good.” Trevor said as he leaned around the seat, “Where are we?” “C… Cabin…” Connor mumbled. The car came to a rolling stop and with difficulty, Connor pointed out of the side window. The cabin was just visible. “You need some help, bro.” Trevor said as he stepped out of the car, “I think you are having a bad reaction.” Trevor opened the driver’s door and lifted Connor out, he was limp and his eyes looked permanently out of focus. Trevor lifted Connor up and started struggling towards the cabin. When they got to the front door, Trevor found it unlocked and he walked right in. He found the living room and laid Connor down on the couch with a look of concern. “Shit, man… I think we need an ambu-” Trevor suddenly stopped mid-sentence and fell forward. Connor’s vision was fading badly but he could just make out the hulking frame of Daddy with a small club in his hand. Connor finally gave in to the drugs coursing through his system and he blacked out. --- Connor felt groggy but he woke up as Daddy carried him into the nursery and sat him in the rocking chair. He felt utterly powerless as his muscles were paralysed by the drugs in his system. He was just dead weight that an angry looking Daddy propped up in the seat. Connor wanted to say something to Daddy but was utterly unable to speak. Daddy was muttering darkly as he walked out of the nursery and then came back a few minutes later with the semi-conscious body of Trevor. “You really messed this one up…” Daddy muttered as he laid Trevor down on the changing table. Daddy rapidly stripped Trevor down leaving him naked on the table. Trevor’s head rolled from side to side as he slowly woke up from the hit he had received a little earlier. Without wasting any time, Daddy got a cloth diaper from the shelf above the table and unfolded it. He easily lifted Trevor’s legs and slid the cloth diaper underneath him, Daddy pinned the diaper closed quickly and easily. Connor watched through eyes that struggled to stay focused as a slightly more conscious Trevor was then carried over to the crib and some plastic pants were slipped over the padding. As Trevor started moving a little more, Daddy began to restrain him. Trevor’s wrists and ankles were tied to bars and a couple of straps across the chest rendered Trevor almost completely immobile. “What… What’s going on?” Trevor pulled against his bonds, “What the hell!? Help!” Daddy quickly retrieved the pacifier gag from the shelf and shoved it into Trevor’s mouth. He fastened it tightly closed to muffle the screams of the new captive. When Daddy was certain that Trevor was safely tied down he turned towards Connor. Daddy was furious. “How the hell did this happen?” Daddy asked Connor who was starting to regain some of his senses. “I drank… Spiked drink…” Connor managed to say as he tried to keep his eyes open. “God damn it.” Daddy hissed as he shook his head, “Does anyone know what happened? Are we in danger?” Connor loosely shook his head as he felt the tiredness threatening to overtake him again. He tried to shake some life back into himself but the drugs were just too powerful, he had used an extra strong dose because he assumed Trevor would have a tolerance built up to them. Daddy looked around for a second as if deciding what to do. He seemed to suddenly come to a decision as Connor watched him leave the room. He returned a minute later with the baby swing that he attached to a hook on the ceiling of the nursery. Connor could only watch all of this with confusion as his drugged state wouldn’t let him ask what was going on or try to stop what seemed like a bad situation. “Do you have any idea what might have happened?” Daddy asked hypothetically as he rounded on Connor. His eyes were wide and shining, he reminded Connor of a wolf. “Relax…” Connor slurred. It was all he could manage but he could instantly see that his words were not having their intended effect. Daddy advanced on Connor and lifted the young man up with ease. He carried him over to the changing table and laid him down, his strong arms held Connor’s weak body in place and began removing his clothes. “What… What…” Connor was having trouble processing what was happening. He tried to pull his limbs away from the table but he was still too weak. “This was too close.” Daddy stated angrily, “You could have blown the entire operation. We are already struggling, the last thing we need is you causing us even more problems.” “Stop!” Connor’s voice was weak and it was about all the resistance he could put up. Daddy took another cloth diaper from the shelf above the changing table and unfolded it. He slipped it underneath Connor who could do little to resist. Connor knew he had made a mistake and now he was wondering how much it was going to cost him. He fearfully thought back to when Tyler would’ve been in this same position and wondered if he had been as scared as Connor was right now. He suddenly felt a huge amount of empathy for his missing friend. The diaper was pulled up and pinned closed, a pair of plastic pants followed before Connor was put into the baby bouncer in the middle of the room. Daddy adjusted the height so that Connor could just touch the ground with the soles of his feet. “Time to learn a lesson.” Daddy growled. Connor turned in his swing to see Daddy closing the bedroom door and leaving him in the nursery with Trevor who had spent this whole time trying to scream through the pacifier gag. Connor felt the drugs overpowering him again and he slumped forwards in the swing, the room went black again as the sounds of Trevor’s struggling filled the otherwise silent room.

Some of you may remember my story "Daddy's Cabin" which was one of my early commissions and can be found here: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/51692-daddys-cabin/ Well this is a commission from the same person about a prequel to that story. It hopefully answers some of the questions that were left open by the first story and tell an interesting tale of it's own Although this part may appear to be a self-contained story in itself, I promise this is just the first part to a three part prequel. I will upload the rest here in intervals of a few days. --- Stephen Matthews sat down to dinner with his parents like any other 18-year-old would do. A regular guy, Stephen, happily chatted with his Father as his Mother dished out another delicious dinner. Stephen always looked forward to dinner time, life in a cabin was pretty dull especially when the nearest town was a ten-minute drive away through a thickly wooded area. It meant Stephen spent a lot of time at home helping out with the chores and with the family business. Stephen, who would one day be known as “Daddy” to most people in the community, enjoyed helping his Father with his business. “This looks lovely.” Stephen’s Father said in his gruff voice as the food was served, “My compliments to the chef!” Stephen’s Mother giggled as she dished out the food for all three of them before sitting down herself. The three ate in relative silence for a little bit before Stephen’s Mother started talking about her day, she had been in town buying groceries that afternoon. “So I met the Associates, they were wondering when they can receive our client.” Mother said to Father as he nodded in understanding. Mother didn’t often get involved in the family business but sometimes, if she was in town, she would find that the mysterious Associates would come speak to her. Stephen had never met them, all he knew was that they were very serious about what they did and according to Father, they were potentially very dangerous. “We only got him yesterday! I will go speak to them myself in a few days.” Father said as he chewed another mouthful of food, “I get that they have deadlines but you can’t just push a button and get these things done.” As the kitchen fell quiet again a muffled shouting came through from another room in the cabin. Stephen got up and closed the kitchen door to silence the noise before coming back to sit at the table again. “I saw the girls in town today as well, we went to the coffee shop and Janice was telling me about her troubles with her husband. Apparently he has been laid off and…” Stephen’s Mother continued gossiping about the people in town whilst the two men sat quietly only speaking occasionally to agree or disagree at the correct times. Eventually all three had finished their meals and the conversation had run dry. After a minute or so of letting their food digest they started making plans for the evening, it was winter and the sun had already set meaning that the world outside of their cabin had been plunged into darkness. “I will go check on the little one.” Father said as he stood up and picked a small bit of food out of his teeth, “Sounds like he finally woke up.” Father took a few steps towards the kitchen door before he turned back to look at his son. “Care to join me Stephen?” He asked almost casually. Stephen looked up at his Father in surprise, he had often been used to help set the traps, get the supplies and help with the general logistics but this was the first time that Father had invited him to help out in a more direct capacity. “Of course!” Stephen almost shouted enthusiastically. He had been looking forward to being able to help out more for a long time but Father had always told him he wasn’t ready. “Are you sure he is ready?” Mother asked Father with a worried look on her face. “The boy is 18 years old now. It’s about time he learned the ropes, I can’t keep doing the physical stuff forever and by his age I had been helping my Father for a couple of years.” Father reasoned as he walked over and lightly hugged his wife. Letting go, he waited for Stephen to join him before they left the room together and headed to the doorway of the nursery. As they reached the door Father stopped Stephen just as he was about to open up and go inside. “Listen to me Stephen.” Father said seriously, “I want you to see what goes on, don’t do any talking or touching and just observe for now. You can get some more hands on experience soon.” Stephen nodded his head slowly. He had waited to be able to get more involved for a long time and he didn’t want to mess it up by disobeying Father now. Father smiled at his son as he turned to the door and opened it. Stephen was a good kid, he thought to himself. Stephen walked into the nursery that he had seen a thousand times before and allowed Father to go ahead of him and walk over to the crib. Stephen followed, although he had been in this room a thousand times before, this was the first time he had gone in whilst it was occupied. He was kind of shocked as he looked down at the body strapped securely to the bed, he had thought it wouldn’t be a big deal but he still felt a little unnerved by the sight. In the crib was a young man that couldn’t have been much older than Stephen, he was strapped to the crib and was staring at Stephen and his Father with wild eyes. The captive man was naked except for the diaper that was pinned around his waist. The man was kept quiet by the pacifier that was strapped to his head and keeping his screams to a muffled sound that was barely heard outside of the room. Father walked over and roughly undid the strap holding the pacifier in. Before the man could say much, Father pushed a large pill into the man’s mouth and the held his nose and mouth closed. “Swallow it.” Father roughly commanded. After a bit of a struggle the man swallowed the pill and Father released the man’s face allowing him to gasp for air. “You are Toby, right?” Father asked looking at a piece of paper he had pulled out of his pocket. “Please sir… Let me go, I have money I can pay you!” The man desperately said through the gasps of breath. “Just nod your head if you are Toby Anderson.” Father said as he covered the guys mouth to muffle his pathetic pleading, “I would like to get the introductions over with before that pill takes effect.” After a few seconds the man nodded his head. “OK, then I am going to need you to keep quiet whilst I explain a few things…” Father said in a more relaxed tone. The man on the bed nodded again and Father removed his hand from his prisoner’s mouth slowly. Stephen, fascinated by this exchange, quickly slipped a hand over the crib and felt the cloth diaper that Toby was wearing, it was still dry as far as he could tell. He removed his hand sharpish before Father caught him interacting with Toby. “So I have no doubt you are wondering why you have been brought here.” Father began, “Well, the town you were in before we took you, the one you were looking for your cousin in… That town has been here for a long, long time. There was gold in the mines around this area and it attracted people from all over, including my grandfather, the town was hugely rich.” Stephen had heard the story about the nearby town so many times that he had lost count but he made sure to study how his dad told the story. Stephen was very aware that as the only child of his Father that one day the family business would pass to him. He had to be ready for that day. “Well eventually the gold became harder to find and the price dropped and suddenly the town found itself almost bankrupt. This was when my grandfather built this cabin.” Father continued, “Just when it seemed like the town would be abandoned a group of men came here with a unique proposition.” Stephen looked from his Father to Toby who seemed enraptured by the story, he was also shifting as much as he could with his limited mobility. Eventually he stopped moving and Stephen felt like he could hear the faintest of hissing noises. Seeing that his Father was paying him no attention, Stephen quickly slipped his hand over to Toby’s diaper and pressing it he could feel a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Stephen withdrew his hand and gasped as he realised that Toby had just pissed himself! “Well, these men had an interesting business opportunity, one that would save the community. They traded in an unusual commodity...” Father paused for dramatic effect, he had done this so many times that he had made it a performance, “They traded in people.” Toby’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Stephen could see that the young man was having trouble keeping himself together. Stephen didn’t blame him, this must be crushing for the person trapped in the crib. “But they weren’t run of the mill people traders. These guys had a very specific request.” Father continued, “These guys wanted fully regressed people. They basically wanted adults with the minds of babies.” Toby wordlessly shook his head in disbelief. Stephen could see the guy had started trembling and he looked very pale, Stephen wasn’t sure if the guy was just going to suddenly throw up right there and then. “So that’s what I do.” Father said as if this was a normal business to be involved with, “I receive people, I break them down with a mixture of drugs and regression treatment and then when the person is sufficiently broken I send them off to be sold.” Toby started freaking out now, he thrashed around as much as he could in his tight bonds and he started screaming. Stephen covered his ears as the shrill screams filled the air, Father meanwhile just checked his watch and smiled. Maybe Father knew that the thrashing and screaming would cause it, or maybe he had timed his story for it to end at this precise moment, either way Toby’s body contorted slightly and he stopped screaming long enough to grunt a few times as his face went red. Stephen wondered if the guy was having a seizure or something until the smell hit him. Looking down Stephen saw the reason why as the bottom of Toby’s diaper slowly expanded. Stephen raised his eyebrows in shock as the boy soiled his diaper helplessly. As it was happening Father chuckled to himself and pulled down the feeding machine that was attached to the ceiling. It was a complex bit of machinery that had been installed by the people who took the babies away. Father attached it around Toby’s head whilst he was still frozen in place and grunting as he continued to fill his diaper up. The smell was starting to get unpleasant and Stephen hoped that they would be done soon. Father flicked a switch and the machine whirred into life forcing the mushy food down the tube and into Toby’s mouth. When Toby finished filling his diaper his body visibly relaxed slightly and tears fell from his eyes, they were silent tears though as his mouth was forced to swallow what was being forced into it, there was simply no time to cry out. Father, meanwhile, prepared a syringe and injected it into Toby’s arm. Father knew that the drug would start taking effect just as the machine finished the feeding and watering. Father turned and started walking out of the room motioning for his son to follow him. Stephen looked down at the pathetic, dirty diapered prisoner one last time before leaving. He was met with a gaze that showed sadness and desperation. Stephen turned away a little spooked by what he saw. He had known about his Father’s business in here and he had occasionally seen glimpses of captives but Father had always been careful to avoid any exposure to what happened to his prisoners. This was Stephen’s first look at the gritty reality of his Father’s business. As he left the room he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. --- Stephen was in the living room reading a book when he heard a commotion coming from outside the living room. He put down his book and looked towards the doorway to see his Father walk past, he was dragging behind him Toby who was waddling awkwardly his upper body and arms were placed in a straitjacket and he seemed to have some problems maintaining balance. It had been about a month since Stephen had originally been taken into the nursery and in that time he had barely been involved at all since. Stephen had asked his Father why he wasn’t allowed to be more involved with the regression and his Father always made some excuse such as taking it slow or that Stephen wasn’t ready to see what happened next. After his initial reservations about what he had seen, Stephen wanted to be more involved, he wanted to know more and the fact he wasn’t allowed to annoyed him. As Stephen watched Toby awkwardly waddle past he got out of his seat and quietly walked to the exit of the living room. Peering around the doorway he saw Toby stumble into the bathroom. Stephen followed him and creeped up to the bathroom and looked around the doorway. Stephen watched as his Father started running a bath and undressed his prisoner. Father’s back was to the doorway so Stephen stayed to watch as Toby’s straitjacket was unbuckled and removed, Toby didn’t try to help or resist, he just stood in a stupor allowing Father to control everything. With the straitjacket removed Stephen could see that, over the obviously thick cloth diaper, Toby was wearing a light green onesie with snaps at the crotch. Father silently removed the straitjacket and then continued his business as he undid the snaps at the crotch and lifted the onesie over Toby’s head. Toby faced the doorway and even though he could see Stephen he made little or no indication that he knew Stephen was there. Father unpinned the diaper from Toby’s waist, Stephen noticed it was wet, and balled it up to throw into the diaper pail in the corner of the room. Stephen stared at the young man. He was amazed at how much this guy had transformed, the once resistant adult was now little more than a brainless toddler completely reliant on those around him. Father stood up and Stephen ducked around the corner. Stephen heard his Father say that he would be right back before he strode out of the room and down the hallway towards the front door. Fortunately, Father didn’t look the other way and see Stephen who snuck into the bathroom after his Father left it. Stephen slowly walked up to the naked Toby. Toby’s glassy eyes stared at Stephen without seeming to recognise who it was. A thin trail of drool escaped the corner of his mouth as he stood completely still. “Toby?” Stephen said. It was more of a question than anything else as Stephen had no idea if the other man could understand him. “Yeth?” The captive lisped back. The month of near continuous pacifier usage combined with the mind numbing drugs that had been used over the last few weeks had clearly affected his speech negatively. “Are… Are you doing OK?” Stephen asked. He was very curious of this person in front of him. He had never spoken to one of Father’s prisoners this far along on their transformation, he had no idea what he expected. “I want go home.” Toby said slowly. His mouth frowned and he looked sadly at Stephen. Stephen quickly realised that this process wasn’t completed, that although Toby had been affected by the re-training he still was a work in progress. Toby hadn’t yet accepted his fate. “Where is home?” Stephen asked. He glanced back around the doorway as he asked this to make sure neither of his parents were coming. Stephen’s Mother rarely ever got involved but Stephen knew his Father would be back soon, he wouldn’t leave someone he was training alone for too long. Toby screwed up his face in concentration as if he were trying to remember something from years ago. His thought processes, clouded from a month of regressive drugs, tried their best to recall the information but ultimately they failed. Toby sighed and shrugged his shoulders resigned to the fact that after a month of captivity he could not remember much of his previous life at all. There was a moment of silence between them, they looked at each other curiously. Stephen was amazed at what his Father had achieved in just a single month. “Uh oh.” Toby suddenly said breaking the silence. “Wha-” Stephen was about to ask what Toby meant but when Toby looked down and Stephen followed his gaze, he could see what Toby was talking about. Almost as soon as Toby started talking he started releasing his bladder. A quick dripping soon became a stream as Toby helplessly peed on to the floor between his feet. “Stop it! Use the toilet behind you!” Stephen hissed at the infantilised man in the middle of the bathroom. Toby didn’t move. If he had any idea how to use the toilet or any ability to stop himself wetting freely on to the floor, then he didn’t give any indication about it as he stood still and watched as the puddle at his feet got bigger and bigger. Eventually he stopped and he looked back up at Stephen with a quivering bottom lip. He had turned a deep red which betrayed how embarrassed he was by what had happened, despite all the re-training he had endured so far he clearly still felt humiliated by what was happening to him. “You… You couldn’t stop it?” Stephen haltingly asked. He found everything about the guy so fascinating. Toby shook his head sadly. “Father giveth me drugth and it maketh me forget when I need to go wee wee.” Toby slurred. He started sobbing lightly. Stephen felt a great deal of compassion for the poor guy and was about to step forward to hug the unfortunate soul when he heard the front door close. Not wasting a second, Stephen turned around and bolted for the living room. He did not want to be caught talking to Toby without his Father’s permission. He ran into the living room, picked up his book and sat down. He pretended like he had never left his seat and tried to control his breathing as he heard footsteps head down the hallway and into the bathroom. “What happened here?” Stephen heard his Father’s gruff voice ask. The sound was muffled by distance but he could still make it out. Stephen suddenly worried that Toby would tell Father that Stephen was in the bathroom. There was silence until a few seconds later when Stephen heard his Father turn on the taps to fill up the bath. Stephen breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed Toby had kept his mouth shut. Stephen wasn’t sure what to think of everything. He had always looked forward to helping his Father with this business, he had been annoyed when after that first day his Father didn’t seem to want him to assist with anything and now he had seen Toby in the bathroom he wasn’t sure how he felt. What he had seen scared him. The reality was very different to how he thought it would be though and now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be involved. --- Stephen’s alarm started going off and he quickly woke up to switch it off. Today was a big day, today was the day that Toby was going to be shipped off. It had been two months since the incident in the bathroom and if Stephen’s Father knew that he had been in there then he hadn’t said a word about it. In fact, nothing had changed, Father still didn’t involve Stephen in much of the process and after getting over the initial shock of seeing Toby in his half regressed state, Stephen wanted to be involved again. This is why Stephen was so excited for today. Yesterday at dinner Father had told Stephen to set his alarm for 6am, today was the day that Stephen got to help out again. Stephen hurriedly got dressed as the sun started peeking through the trees and headed out of his room towards the kitchen. When he walked into the kitchen he found Father sitting at the table already, he was eating some cereal and reading the newspaper. “Good morning.” Father grunted as Stephen came into the room. “Good morning.” Stephen replied with excitement in his voice. He was unable to hide the smile that had been plastered to his face since he had first opened his eyes that morning. Father looked over his newspaper at the obviously excitable young man as he made himself a bowl of cereal, he smiled as Stephen sat down and finished reading his newspaper. He was glad Stephen was looking forward to this, he knew that his son had been annoyed at not being able to join in often in the last month or so but Father wanted to introduce Stephen slowly. It could be overwhelming and a little scary at first so a gradual introduction was always preferred. Stephen started hurriedly shovelling his breakfast into his mouth. The faster he finished the faster him and his Father could get started. “Slow down, it isn’t a race.” Father said as he folded up the newspaper and put it to the side of the table. “Sorry.” Stephen said rather sheepishly and he made an effort to slow down his eating. “So the plan for today.” Father said as he leaned on the table, “We are going to get Toby ready and then take him out front. We will take him to the meeting point where we will hand him over to The Associates, they are coming here so we shouldn’t need to worry about prying eyes. They have already paid us so it will be a simple hand off.” Stephen nodded as he ate. He could feel some butterflies in his stomach now, this was a serious deal and if something went wrong he knew there would be consequences. Father had never had a problem with these people before but the nature of their business meant things were always a little on edge. “What happens to Toby then?” Stephen asked after a few moments. He tried to sound nonchalant but the curiosity burned inside him. He felt a certain connection to Toby, he knew he shouldn’t get emotionally involved but he couldn’t help it. “Hard to say. They don’t really tell me much about what happens after we hand them off, they like to keep the different areas of business separate for obvious reasons.” Father paused for a drink of his juice, “But from what I understand once Toby gets put in their van they will drive off to an inspection building. They will check him over and make sure he is to their standard and then he will be shipped off.” “Shipped off?” Stephen asked. “If the customer is in the USA they will drive Toby out to them. If it is a foreign buyer, then they will fly him out. Either in a box as cargo or on a private plane, I’m really not sure.” Father answered as he took his bowl and empty glass to the sink. Stephen took his bowl to the sink as well. Hearing the details of what would happen had made Stephen nervous and had put him off eating. This would be the first time that he would accompany his Father on one of these trips so even though he had heard what was coming he still wasn’t used to the situation. Father stretched and checked his watch. “Right, we leave in half an hour, make sure you are ready to go and meet me in the nursery.” Father said as he left the room. Stephen headed to his bedroom. He tried to sit down but his nerves made him pace the room. He checked his watch seemingly once a minute until eventually the half an hour was nearly up and he headed into the nursery. As he stepped through the threshold to the baby room he realised that he was there before Father. Checking his watch again he realised he was probably a few minutes early. He stepped forward and heard some mindless babbling coming from the corner of the room. He walked over to see Toby was sitting on the floor in a thick cloth diaper. Stephen gasped when he saw the big baby. Any hint of the adult that Stephen had once known had disappeared, in front of him was nothing more than a bumbling infant. When Toby looked up to see Stephen, he looked curiously for a few moments before going back to his toys. Clearly the guy had no memory of who Stephen was, it didn’t seem like he had any memory of anything. It seemed like the person Stephen knew as Toby had gone away completely. “You all ready then?” Came Father’s voice from behind Stephen. Stephen jumped and spun around, the look of shock at what he was seeing must have shown on his face since Father seemed to smile rather wryly at him. “I see you have met Toby again, or rather, you’ve met what is left of him.” Father walked forward into the room pushing a wheelchair. He stopped when he drew level with Stephen. “He… I…” Stephen was struggling to vocalise his shock at seeing the men so broken down. “I understand.” Father said serious, “I really do. But it’s time we move him on now. Every time you asked to help out I always warned you that it would be shocking to you. It gets easier, trust me.” Stephen nodded his head slowly as he turned to look at Toby again. He noted that Toby’s cloth diaper sagged a little, Stephen guessed that he was wet. That shouldn’t have been a surprise to him but it still took him aback as he hadn’t got used to adults just freely wetting themselves. “Right, he shouldn’t give us much trouble. He can barely walk at this point, I just want you to accompany me, observe what happens. One day you will have to take over this job.” Father said sternly. Together, Stephen and Father lifted Toby and placed him in the wheelchair. Toby kept babbling away with a smile on his face, it didn’t seem like he had a clue where he was being taken, or indeed, that he was being taken anywhere at all. As they were strapping Toby into the chair there was a loud knock on the door. “Bring the boy out.” Father said as he straightened up, “I will meet you out there.” Father left the room and silence fell as Stephen tightened the last strap. Stephen looked at Toby who smiled back in ignorance of anything that was happening. Crouching down so his face was at the same height as Toby’s, Stephen looked into the other man’s eyes. “Do you know where you are?” Stephen asked, “Do you know where you are going?” Toby gave no indication of having understood what Stephen said. There was no recognition from Toby at all. Stephen was quite amazed. Shaking his head, Stephen stood up and got behind the wheelchair to begin pushing it towards the front door. He shivered slightly when he considered the fate of the man he was pushing. He imagined being broken down that badly, having his identity taken away, having everything taken away and being left in an infantile state ready to be owned by some mysterious people. Stephen quickly took his mind off of such horrid thoughts. He was approaching the front door and knew that he needed to be focused on what was happening, Stephen assumed it was safe but he knew that Father’s work could be dangerous. The nature of these hidden, illegal dealings meant there would always be some level of shadiness about it all. The front door had been left open and Stephen could hear conversation outside. He took a deep breath as he stepped outside. The blinding sunlight made him cover his eyes as he slowly wheeled the chair out. As Stephen’s eyes slowly adjusted to the light he surveyed the scene in front of him. He saw a large black van with the rear doors open, inside the van the walls were padded and there were chains hanging from them. There were benches but also a wheelchair ramp, these people were clearly very prepared. All of the men were staring Stephen’s way. There were two men in suits who looked they were struggling a little with the heat. It wasn’t immediately obvious but Stephen was fairly sure the two men were armed with guns in holsters underneath their suit jackets. The men’s demeanour suggested that they would be ready to whip out their weapon without hesitation. Father was standing next to the doors to the van with an older man who was holding a clipboard and seemed to be asking a lot of questions. “Ah ha, here is the young chap!” The older man with a clipboard beckoned Stephen to wheel Toby closer. The older man bent down and began examining Toby. He looked into his eyes, at his teeth, asked Toby a couple of questions that got no response except for babbling and then stood up again with a large smile. “As expected Father, everything is looking perfect. We have many trainers you know, but none who can seem to match your quality of work. Agents, take the boy.” The older man said as he stood up straight again. The two agents walked over and took the wheelchair. They wheeled it over to the van and started operating the lifting mechanism, as Toby slowly ascended there was more conversation. “I’m glad you like him.” Father said rather gruffly. Stephen noted that he looked vaguely uncomfortable, “He took a little while to break.” “Indeed.” The older man replied, “But the extra time was clearly worth it. Can I get your signature for the paperwork?” Father scribbled his name down quickly and handed the clipboard back to the man who was now smiling as he watched Toby’s wheelchair getting secured inside the van. “What about the money?” Father asked shortly. Stephen saw the man with the clipboard’s smile falter for a brief second. “Always direct.” The man responded as he recovered his smile quickly, “It will be delivered in the usual way at the usual time.” Father nodded and grunted that he understood. “This is your boy, is it?” The man said turning to Stephen. “That’s right.” Father said. He unfurled his arms and got into a subtly defensive stance. “It’s good you are training him up.” The man replied, “Passing on the knowledge.” Father didn’t respond, he just watched the man suspiciously. “One day…” The man said looking down at Stephen with a knowing smile, “He will make a fine Daddy himself.”

Here is a commission I wrote for another satisfied customer It is just short of 10,000 words and I will be posting it bit by bit to make up for the lack of updates in my main story, "Bad Husband, Better Baby". The other reason for my lack of updates is because I'm writing an ebook, that story won't be posted here but I will give more details about it when the time comes. It is a more innocent story than most of my other work. A quick warning, this story contains some forced sexual scenarios and some other darker themes. As always feedback is appreciated. I am also looking for more commissions. --- Daddy’s Cabin By Elfking Tyler stood in a clearing looking at the rudimentary map he had brought with him into the woods. He scanned it with a furrowed brow and then turned the map upside down as he tried to work out where he was situated. “Come hunting they said, it will be fun they said” Tyler whispered to himself as he put the map away and started dragging all the equipment he had brought with him further into the forest. He was looking for a cabin, a cabin he was promised would be luxurious and full of his friends waiting for him with beer. Right now though Tyler was sweating with the back breaking effort of hauling all his gear through the woods. Tyler checked his phone but found that he had no signal. Not a surprise really since he was way off of the beaten path and the only town he passed had been way out in the middle of nowhere, he had found it hard to get a signal there too. The people of that town certainly acted weirdly, Tyler thought to himself. He felt like he was being watched wherever he went. As Tyler headed further away from the car and deeper into the forest that slowly engulfed him he thought about the conversation that had led to him being in the forest in the first place. He had been thinking of a way to celebrate his 20th birthday and he was running through ideas with friends. He was coming up with the usual stuff he enjoyed doing such as going out drinking or just hanging out at home with some games and beer. It had been Connor who had come up with the idea of going out hunting. Initially Tyler had been against the idea, Tyler was not an outdoors person, he would have been far happier celebrating the day at home but like the easily swayed fool he was he had allowed himself to be talked into it. So here he was drenched in sweat in the Summer heat as he dragged all his bags behind him. His friends had gone ahead of him the day before. Apparently they were going to set up a party for when he arrived, unfortunately none of them had thought to give him instructions for finding the cabin or come to meet him at the car park. All they had given him was a map of the area with the cabin they were to be staying in circled in red. They had unfortunately forgotten that Tyler, not being a lover of the outdoors, had very little idea about how to read a map. After another fifteen minutes of walking he finally spotted a cabin in the distance. Panting, he sighed with relief and started making a beeline for the cabin. “This better be the best party ever.” Tyler shouted towards the cabin as he drew near to it. He was smiling and anticipating someone coming out to meet him but his shout was met with silence. Tyler walked up the wooden steps of the cabin and up to the door. Giving it a gentle push the door creaked open. It was dark inside the cabin, Tyler had expected a lot of light and noise but it was all eerily silent and dark. Tyler flicked the light switch by the door and after a quick flicker the hallway lights came on. Tyler stood in the now bright hallway wondering where his friends were when it suddenly hit him that they must be setting up a surprise party for him! He grinned as he set down all his equipment and started walking forward into the cabin expecting his friends to jump out and shout surprise at any moment. As he stepped forward over the creaking floorboards he saw a door to his right that was slightly open, unlike all the other doors which were closed, and there was a light coming out of it. Tyler thought if his friends were anywhere, it would be in that room. As he stepped forward toward the door he thought he heard a floorboard creak from another room but ignored it. Tyler pushed open the door and was frozen in place by what he saw. In front of Tyler was a room full of oversized nursery equipment! He stepped into the room and his head swivelled as he looked at everything in there. A crib, a changing table, a box full of toys and, what was truly weird about it all, was that everything was adult sized. Tyler stepped forward toward the window where the crib was and looked up slightly to the big mobile above the baby bed. As he reached up to touch one of the little cartoon animals dangling from the mobile he suddenly heard the door close behind him. Tyler spun around just in time to see a tall man quickly walk up to him and swing a fist that connected with the side of Tyler’s face. Tyler, who was much smaller than this mysterious man, fell to the ground. He groggily looked up as the man lifted him up and took him to the large changing table. Tyler’s limbs felt extremely heavy and he suspected he may have been mildly concussed, which meant that as the man started to remove all his clothes he was unable to put up much of a resistance. The man remained silent as he pulled off all of Tyler’s clothes until he was laying perfectly naked on the table. Tyler begged his limbs to start reacting to what was happening but they were only slowly starting to regain feeling. Tyler tried to make out the features of his attacker but the only thing he could make out for sure, other than the fact that the guy was huge, was that he also seemed to have a pretty large bushy beard. The rest of the man’s face was obscured by the hood of his hoodie. Tyler blushed as he realised he was now completely naked in front of this stranger, he tried to speak but his words were slurred and it was clear he was still recovering from the hit he took. The mysterious man then leaned down and pulled something out of a drawer under the table. He then lifted Tyler’s legs and slid the item underneath Tyler’s butt and folded it up between his legs. Tyler used all the strength he could muster to lift his head and look down at what was happening and through the haze in his vision he realised that this man was now putting something very soft, thick and white on him. Tyler’s mind was unable to connect the dots at that time and as he dropped his head back to the table he was unable to process what was happening. The bearded man pulled out two oversized safety pins and stuck them through both sides of the padding, holding them in place securely. He then took a pair of baby blue plastic underwear and slid them up Tyler’s legs. The man then lifted the still mostly limp Tyler and took him over to a giant high chair in the corner of the room, he roughly dropped Tyler into the wooden seat, though the impact was largely absorbed by the padding on his rear. Tyler could put up only the slightest resistance as his wrists were firmly secured to the sides and a tray was pushed in place effectively immobilising the young man in the chair. The man brought out a couple of jars with a mush in them that Tyler couldn’t make out. He tried to read the label but was having a hard time processing anything. He saw and understood one word though, “Baby”. Tyler’s mouth automatically opened and allowed the man to spoon feed him the tasteless jars of bland food. Tyler didn’t have the strength to resist or even realise he should be resisting; the mental fog still hadn’t cleared. After the jars were left empty the man held a bottle to Tyler’s mouth and with a hand behind his head forced him to drink from it until it was empty. By the time the bottle had been drained Tyler felt like his stomach would burst from everything he had been forced to consume. Once the feeding was over the man unrestrained Tyler, lifted him up and carried him over to the crib. Tyler tried to ask what was going on but the only sound made was incoherent babbling. Tyler was put down in to the crib and the man quickly went to work securing him to the bed. Tyler felt his waist and legs get strapped to the bed making him completely immobile, his wrists were also secured to the crib bars. Without a word the man lifted the side of the crib and left the room. Tyler watched him go as his vision went blurry again, he put his head down and before he knew it he drifted off into a deep and recuperative sleep. --- The sound of chirping birds filled the room. The warmth of some sunlight coming through the window fell on the sleeping man as gradually he stirred back to consciousness. Tyler tried moving his arms in a sleepy daze but found that they wouldn’t go far till the leather cuffs stopped them. Shifting he tried to sit up but the straps around his waist held him securely in his place. He grunted as he tried to pull himself up but the unforgiving strapping stopped him from moving at all. But something did happen as he strained to sit up, he felt the diaper that the strange man had put on him. Suddenly the memories came flooding back and his eyes flew open, taking a moment to adjust in the early morning sunlight before seeing the decorated room around him and the mobile above him. Tyler whimpered in panic, as he twisted and turned desperate to free himself from his restraints. Tyler lifted his head up and looked down. He saw the white strapping holding him down and was immediately reminded of the sort of restraints you would see in documentaries or films set in mental institutions. But Tyler noticed something else, the diaper that was between his legs had seemingly puffed out. Tyler wriggled his legs a little bit before confirming that the diaper was definitely wet. Tyler felt heat rising in his face through embarrassment and also fear. He had to get out, he thought to himself. Tyler pulled at the straps for a few minutes before suddenly feeling the cuff on his right wrist come a little bit loose. Seizing his chance, he pulled and twisted it until it gave way completely. In the next few minutes Tyler had managed to undo all the restraints and climbed out of the crib. He tried to be as quiet as possible but the plastic pants made a crinkling sound no matter how slowly or carefully he walked. Tyler noticed a window had been left partially open, presumably to keep the air in the room fresh and Tyler hurried over to it. He hoisted himself up and fell forward out of the window and back into the forest he had been in yesterday. Tyler was thankful it was warm and sunny as he started running away from the cabin in nothing but a diaper and plastic pants. In any other weather this would have been even worse than it already was. Tyler was just starting to think he was getting away when it seemed the whole world suddenly turned upside down. With no warning at all a net suddenly sprung up around him and lifted Tyler into the sky. Tyler let out a yelp as he was lifted up and closed his eyes expecting a big fall or something. When the net stopped moving and Tyler felt it was safe again he slowly opened his eyes. He found that he was now stuck sideways a few feet off of the ground, swaying slightly as the net he was now trapped in moved with the breeze. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” Tyler said to himself quietly as he swayed from a tree branch. It was like something out of a cartoon, Tyler thought. Looking over to the cabin Tyler could see the man from yesterday sitting on a rocking chair on the porch watching him. Tyler thought for a second about whether he should call out for help, there was certainly no other way down from the net that he was in. “Fuck him.” Tyler said to himself. There was no way he was going to call that crazy man to help him. He would find his own way down. Tyler started shifting around in the net looking for a weak point. He was getting very hot as the sun beat down on him. Even though he was naked except for a diaper and plastic pants the heat from the sun was making Tyler’s life very uncomfortable. After an hour of fruitless attempts to escape Tyler had all but given up hope. He was exhausted from the effort and the sun had sapped him of all his energy. What is more he could feel his bladder was starting to strain and his already wet diaper would almost certainly leak with another wetting and that would make his situation even worse. Five minutes went by where he tried to decide what to do next before he turned his head back to the cabin. The bearded man was still sitting in the chair, rocking his chair slightly and reading a book. “Help!” Tyler called out toward the man. His voice was a little hoarse from the heat and dehydration but clearly the man heard his plea. The man stood up and slowly walked over to Tyler and the net. As he got close he pulled a penknife out of his pocket and cut the rope holding the net up causing it to fall to the floor. If Tyler thought this would allow him to escape his predicament, he needed to think again because the man quickly and deftly tied a knot in the top of the net keeping it closed and keeping Tyler trapped in it. The man crouched down and for the first time Tyler could see more of his features. He had piercing blue eyes and a slightly crooked nose. His hair was short and a dark brown colour, his beard was the same colour but much longer than his hair. “You are to call me Daddy, ya hear?” The man said quietly. He had a gruff voice with a Southern twang. When Tyler didn’t answer, the man got up and turned to head back to the cabin. “Yes, OK, whatever… Just please don’t leave me here.” Tyler quickly blurted out. He was afraid of this man and the cabin, but he was more afraid of being left trapped in a net in a forest with the blazing sun. The man came back to Tyler and the net. He grabbed the top of the net and started dragging it to the cabin. It hurt as Tyler was dragged over the rough ground but he didn’t dare make much noise in protest. Daddy dragged Tyler effortlessly back into the cabin and back into the room that Tyler was previously in before his botched escape attempt. When Daddy closed the door he finally turned around and cut the net open and allowed Tyler out. “You are a feisty one ain’t ya!” Daddy said with a small chuckle. “What do you want from me?” Tyler said before adding, “I can give you money, or is this is a prank from my friends?” “These friends of yours tell you to break into my property?” The man said as he locked the door before walking over and closing and locking the window with a key. “I thought this was the cabin my friends wanted to meet in. It was a mistake.” Tyler said desperately. “Well you are right about one thing…” The man said as he walked over and lifted Tyler off of the floor and placed him in the crib again, “You definitely made a mistake.” Daddy began to strap Tyler to the bed again, this time being extra careful to make sure everything was done up tightly. As Daddy put the straps around Tyler’s waist he slipped a finger inside the plastic pants and checked Tyler’s diaper and discovered it was wet. Tyler was trying to think of what to say, he had to find a way out of this situation. Just as he was about to plead to be let go again, Daddy spoke up. “And this is the only cabin for miles around.” Daddy said conspiratorially. If that was true, Tyler thought, then why had his friends directed him here? He was a little lost but if what Daddy said was true then… Had he been set up? Tyler’s mouth hung open as he thought about this possible revelation. As he was wondering about this Daddy lowered the mobile above the bed. It was only now that Tyler noticed that the mobile had a tube running through the middle of it that came down from the ceiling. Tyler wondered what that was for when Daddy brought it down much quicker all of a sudden and before Tyler could react the tube was forced into his mouth. Tyler tried to fight it off but Daddy pushed the tube down till a previously unseen mouth guard hit Tyler’s lips. It left the tube pushing halfway into Tyler’s mouth. He stared around with wide eyes, terrified by what was happening but unable to move or call out for help. Daddy took the strap that was hanging from the tubing and tied it around Tyler’s head, he secured it tightly making sure that Tyler would have no option but to eat whatever came down the tube. “You must be hungry and thirsty from today…” Daddy said as he straightened up after finishing with the straps, “This machine is gonna feed ya… And it is gonna give you something to drink. You just be a good boy and swallow it all down.” With that Daddy flicked a switch on the mobile. The mobile lit up and started slowly spinning and playing its childish tune whilst Tyler’s eyes were drawn to the clear tube which was now turning brown as a mush came down from the ceiling through the tube and eventually to Tyler’s mouth. Tyler started panicking, he had no idea what he was being forced to eat or drink here. “Relax baby.” Daddy said as he saw Tyler’s wide eyes, “Just swallow it all down and then have yourself a nap.” Daddy turned and left the room after that closing the door behind him. Tyler, meanwhile, lay in terror as the mush slowly was forced lower and lower in the tube, it seemed there was an awful lot of it. Finally, the food reached Tyler’s mouth and it started emerging from the tube. Tyler began swallowing as the food rapidly filled his mouth, he found he had to swallow often to keep up with the sheer amount of food coming through the clear tube. Fortunately, the food didn’t need to be chewed so Tyler just focused on swallowing rhythmically and trying to forget about the odd situation he was trapped in. He realised the mush must be either blended up food or baby food as he forced down the tasteless mush. He quickly started getting full and yet the mush kept going. There seemed no way of stopping the machine from doing its job so Tyler was just forced to lay there and swallow everything that came down. Tyler felt like he could feel his stomach expanding for all the food that was relentlessly forced into his mouth, his stomach was groaning at everything it was forced to take in. Just when it seemed he couldn’t take anymore the mush finally stopped and was replaced in the tube by a white liquid. Tyler felt the first mouthful hit him and realised it was milk. He swallowed it down with difficulty as his body tried to digest everything it had been forced to take in. Eventually the milk in the tube emptied. A few minutes after this Daddy came back in and unstrapped the tube and raised the mobile back up. As soon as the tube left Tyler’s mouth he gasped for air and struggled against his bonds as his stomach churned trying to force through all of its contents. “Get some rest.” Daddy said gruffly and brought a pacifier out of his pocket and forced it into Tyler’s still gasping mouth. The pacifier was attached to a leather strap and Daddy tied it around Tyler’s head forcing it in place. Daddy leaned down after he tied the strap up and gave Tyler a little kiss on the forehead which caused Tyler to flinch a little. Tyler was forced to lay still thanks to the restraints but he really wanted to just curl up in a ball. The pain in his stomach was pronounced as his overloaded digestive system worked extra hard to force everything through. When Daddy left the room again Tyler found himself getting sleepy very quickly. He briefly wondered if there had been more than just food in that tube as he quickly found himself drifting off into a deep, but uneasy, sleep.