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Secrets & Lies

Chapter One
Rick

Going back into that old deserted house on my own was really weird. Even weirder than when Andy and Liam were with me. They're my age, well Liam is still thirteen but not for much longer, and we go to school together, and given that we live on the same street, that makes us mates despite those two things being all we have in common. Andy is into sports, so he's really fit, I like music so my hairs a bit long and Liam, well Liam's just Liam.

Anyway, we found the house the weekend before, when we were all out together on one of those trips our parents like to organise between them, without even bothering to ask us. This one was camping, and we had all been given tents and stuff to put on our bikes which were then dropped out in the middle of nowhere so we could have our 'adventure' before coming home the following day. Only the weather was terrible, which is how come we came to be taking shelter in this old house. Of course, then we didn't know the twin secrets the house had.

It was one of those secrets that had me coming back, as it was also my secret. One that know one knew about, and which I was going to keep that way, which is why I was coming back on my own to have a closer look, and perhaps more.

The house hadn't been empty for long, we had decided that first day, but already others had been there before us, which was handy as it meant we didn't have to break in, meaning that even Liam wouldn't feel guilty about going in to take shelter from the rain that had started the moment our dads had driven off.

At first we'd been grateful, just to be under the overhang, around the back porch. Then Andy found the one of the plywood shutters over the French doors had been unscrewed all up one side and along the bottom. This meant it could be pulled back, just enough for three somewhat damp teenage boys to sneak inside.

The house was every bit as empty as you'd expect somewhere boarded up to be. The rooms, downstairs had literally nothing in them but bare floorboards, and a good coating of dust. Not that you could even see that what with the windows all being boarded up, which is why we decided to go upstairs. Once we got there it was clear we hadn't been the only ones with that idea.

The first floor was every bit as barren as the ground floor had been, in all but one of the rooms. There, in what had probably once been the master bedroom, the people who had first broken in had clearly made themselves at home although, as Liam put it, not in any sort of home that you'd want to live in. It stank of pee and worse.. In fact the smell was so terrible that not even Andy, dared to go past the threshold, but then there were syringes scattered around amongst the empty cider bottles – the cheep stuff that tastes like rocket fuel – and buts from roll ups that probably had never had anything as mundane as nicotine in them.

For once Liam's natural instinct to avoid trouble appeared to be the right one, and we retreat back to the stairs and on up to the top floor where, judging by the dust on the stairs, our junkie predecessors hadn't bothered to go.

Upstairs, at the top of the house was surprisingly smaller than the rest of the house, with just two rooms, leading off from the stairs, along with a set of steep steps that went up into the attic via a door that was locked. The rooms themselves also seemed small, even though they were empty, although one of them oddly had a bookcase that on first inspection appeared to be filled with books still. Only, as Liam sussed out quickly enough, the books were all fake, so we decided to have a laugh with Andy.

It was my job to trick Andy into picking out one of the 'books' that were actually just pained on, but did we get a shock when he did just that, and then some as not only did the book move but so did the entire bookcase.

Just like something out of an old kid's mystery book, when Andy tipped the end book forwards, the entire bookcase, gave a slight jump that sent all of us back peddling at speed, before as if by magic it slipped to one side, showing a narrow corridor behind it. A corridor, a week later, I was heading directly for.

Prepared for camping overnight, we had been equipped with solar charged night lights only the sun had never had the chance to power them. Thankfully, a sky light at the end of the corridor provided enough light to see that there was nothing there to see but two doors, directly opposite each other at the far end. It being in those rooms that the house had it's deepest darkest secrets.

It had been a shock, well two shocks, the first time we'd looked into those rooms, and even though I now knew what to expect, looking into them still managed to take my breath away.

Checking, the one Andy had called a 'dungeon' even though it was two floors up, just to make sure it was every bit as creepy as I remembered it, I was somewhat relieved to see that everything was just as it had seemed then. Creepy what with all the chains, locks, gags, shackles, handcuffs, hanging on the walls, around the sort of machines that you only really expect to find in a horror movie. There was even a wrack and a set of stocks, plus some other stuff that just looked plain weird, like the chair, that looked like a regular chair, only instead of a foot rest, there was a split so whoever sat it in would have their legs spread apart. I mean what's with that? Of course, Andy wanted to try it out, as it did look comfortable, despite the odd leg arrangement, and we had been on our feet all day, but we talked him out of it as we hadn't looked in the other room at that point.

It was this second room that I was now heading on my own, so I could look around it properly as when I'd been with Andy and Liam I'd had to react to all the things in there the same way they had, and laugh and joke about who would want such things, when deep down inside, I knew the answer to that as I wanted them.

I could barely breath when I made up the stairs that second time but it wasn't from taking the steps too at a time, but with excitement. Excitement that showed obviously in my jeans, as I stood before the door marked "Nursery".

Pushing open the door, I still couldn't believe my eyes at what I was seeing even though I'd thought of little else for the last week.

It was all as I remembered it. Brightly coloured and babyish just as you'd expect a nursery to be. There was a play pen, a crib, a highchair and even a buggy, just like you'd expect. Only they were bigger than normal and that wasn't the only thing either. The crib, for example, had a lid that could be closed, and locked. The highchair, didn't have a waist strap but a complete set of over the shoulder harness like a car seat would. The same set up being true of the buggy, but then why would you have a buggy on the third floor? But it was the clothes that gave it away. Or rather the size of them.

Everything a baby or toddler could want was there, from onesie in various colours and designs, right up through short overalls, and even footed pyjamas, and all the accessories, like bibs, dummies, mittens, baby powder, wipes and of course nappies. Dozens of nappies from pull up padded underpants, to disposables and even cloth ones with matching plastic pants, elasticated at the waist and legs to prevent leeks. And everything was in a size that could have fitted us, and especially, me.

Seeing everything like that the first time had bought out what had always been a odd interested I'd had, in such things. One which I'd never really understood, or even tried to, but I had an interest in nappies and everything that went with them. It wasn't that I knew anyone my age who wore them, as I didn't. I fact the only person I did was Liam's little brother Bobby, and even he was too old for them at six but then he only wore them at night, not all the time like I often thought about myself doing.

For some years by the time I was fourteen, I had wished I could have got some nappies, just to try them out. I'd even seen some teen sized one at a supermarket once with my mum and had been staring at them so much that Matt, my eleven year old brother, had asked if I was going to sneak them into the shopping trolley as part of a game we sometimes played, but I'd just blushed and told him not to be so stupid. Later though I wished I had and then, as punishment, mum had made me wear them, but that was near as I'd got, until the three of us had stumbled into that oversized nursery that day.

A week later and I was going to get my wish. The nappies were there for the taking, all stacked up on shelves in a wardrobe covered in bright colours and cartoon characters. I'd so wanted to touch them the last time but with Andy and Liam standing, giggling around me I hadn't dared, now though there was nothing stopping me, so reaching up I took down one of the shrink wrapped bags from the shelf.

Before I even knew what I was doing I'd ripped open the outer package with so much force that most of the nappies it contained went flying all around the room, except for one that landed, neatly at my feet. It was this one that I picked up.

My hand ran softly over the smooth plastic backing on the nappy, even before I opened it up. It was at this point that nappy smell that I'd only ever smelt in the Baby isle of the local supermarket over came me once more and I did something I couldn't do at the store. I put the nappy up to my nose and gave it a big sniff.

It took me a few moments to get over the smell of the nappy, but eventually I pulled it away from my nose, and stepping over to the large changing table, I put the nappy down to examine it more closely finding the fastening tabs all tucked in at the sides comparing it to the ones I had seen little Bobby Marshall wearing during the only sleepover Andy and I had had at Liam's house. Now it was my turn.

Returning to the corridor, I flicked the switch at the back of the bookcase that closed it, and then, for extra security still, I closed the nursery door, and locked it from the inside, so there would be no danger of anyone catching doing what I was about to do as the last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me wearing a nappy at the age of fourteen.

I found myself taking my clothes off even as I walked back to the changing table where I'd left he nappy. My shoes toed off in mid-stride, my Nike t-shirt tossed aside, my jeans sliding down to my ankles, where I stepped out of them which only left me in my boxers which were already supporting a good sized tent as I tried to figure out how to get up onto the changing table that was already waist height.

Thankfully, who ever had built the table had put in a couple of steps, so once my boxers were off and I was naked, it was relatively simple for me to turn by back to the changing table. Place my feet on the steps, and the to sit down on the changing table from where it would be easy to lay down so I could have a nappy put on me.

Of course, there was no one there to do that, and I was going to have to do it myself, although if that was going to be the case then I was going to have to reposition the nappy so that I could sit down on it, rather than the table itself.

The second time, it worked like a charm, and with only a little bit or re-positioning, I was able to get my bum squarely in the middle of the nappy which, with just a little more messing around, I was able to pull up between my legs, and up over my somewhat expanded front.

I fumbled with the tapes at first, as I tried to get them not only to stick – or rather not to stick in the wrong place – but also to get the nappy to be as tight as I felt it should be, all the while hoping that I wouldn't get so excited as to make the nappy all wet and sticky before I got a change to feel what it felt like for real.

Once I got all the tapes fastened properly I just lay back with my eyes closed savouring all the feelings that I'd only thought about before but which, in person were so much better. I could only imagine what I looked like. But then I realised I didn't have to. The wardrobe housing all the baby stuff, had a full length mirror on the outside. I didn't need to imagine what I looked like. I could see.

Carefully I shuffled my way on my nappy covered bottom to the edge of the changing table and then jumped down onto my feet and over to the mirror.

To be truthful the nappy didn't look all that different from a pair of plain white underpants. Or at least it wouldn't have done had it not been for the tapes, and the slightly shiny nature of the plastic it had been coated with. Once thing it did do that normal underpants wouldn't do, was that it pushed out both my bum and front, and was, naturally somewhat thicker between my legs but that just added to the babyish effect, that my reflection now had.

I must have stood in front of that mirror for over ten minutes checking the way I looked from every possible angle, and then doing it again all over, not entire sure of what to make of what I was seeing and yet enjoying both the look and the feel I now had from wearing a nappy. Yet, still all the time, it was stuck in the back of my mind what Andy and Liam would say if they saw me like that. Not that that was every going to happen but yet I still thought about it.

Eventually I got fed up looking in the mirror but not of wearing the nappy, so I thought of other things to do, ending doing something that would have probably shocked my mum more so than what I was wearing. I started to tidy up my mess.

Picking up the rest of the nappies I did the best I could to put them back into the bag that I'd torn to shreds which wasn't all that successful but did allow me to get them back into the wardrobe. Then, once I'd had another look in the mirror, I picked up the clothes I'd abandoned, even folding them, before putting them in a neat pile by the door ready for when I had to go home.

Once this was done I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I started to look through all the bits and pieces the room contained again, soon coming across the baby bottles with their rubber tips which gave me another idea.

I had a water bottle with me whenever I went out on my bike – Liam's parents insisted that he did so Andy and I had to as well – but that was a regular screw top bottle that didn't really go with my new image, but baby bottles certainly did.

Some of the water I had to waste rinsing out the baby bottle, but that still left me more than enough to half fill it before I screw the nipple tightly into place. Then I needed somewhere to drink it.

The only seats in the nursery was the high chair and the stroller, but instead I elected to sit down on the edge of the cot where it came as something of a surprise just how hard I had to suck in order to get the water out of the baby bottle. Yet, even though this was tricky it was also surprisingly soothing, but then it would be given that babies love to do it, and now I could understand why, they did. It was also while I was doing this that I got the first urge to piss.

The house, naturally had a bathroom, several in fact, that the three of us had come across while we'd been exploring, but there was also a good reason the junkies had pissed in the master bedroom, as there was no running water, so the toilets wouldn't flush. The previous week, we'd had to pop back outside to piss, but this week I didn't need to as I was wearing a toilet.

As it turned out wetting a nappy isn't as easy as I'd thought it would have been. I guess, all that toilet training I'd been through as a toddler was hard to forget but eventually, with some concentration, and by sitting like I was sitting on a toilet, with my eyes clothes I was able to wet myself for the first time in over ten years.

The first surprise I got was just how warm my piss was, as it flooded out into the nappy. It also didn't stay at the front which I assumed it would have done, but instead spread itself around my privates in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Not even slightly. Not even when it started to make its way down between my legs and into the back of the nappy. The entire thing swelling up as it absorbed everything I could give it.

Oddly, and it was yet another thing I hadn't expected, as the nappy swelled up more and more, getting heavier and heavier in the process, then the more I enjoyed wearing it. And that wasn't the only change either.

From where I was sitting I could see myself in the wardrobe mirror, so I could see the indicator strip on the front of the nappy had changed from a colour similar to the rest of it, to a bright blue, indicating that I was now wearing a wet nappy. Not only that but the nappy looked even bigger than it felt. So big in fact that when I tried to stand up my legs were pushed slightly apart giving me the bow legged look that, if seen in school would often lead to jokes about someone wetting themselves. Only this time it was true.

Sitting back down again, I felt the nappy give a sound like liquid was moving around inside it, which it was, but made me think that it was bursting as it sure felt like it should have. Only it hadn't. The seat was dry so I sat back down, slowly to enjoy the feeling and then wondered what it would be like to lay down with a wet nappy on.

Pulling my legs up, I started to turn onto my back, on the plastic coated crib mattress, where it soon became clear that I would actually very nearly fit, only, at the last minute to change my mind and decide to lay on my front instead.

As soon as my weight shifted on the mattress so did the pee inside the nappy, where aided by gravity it now all flowed into the front part where it appeared to be collecting mostly around my balls, which also felt rather good.

I was moving slowly so as not to risk leaking anywhere, but eventually I got down on my stomach and for the first time felt what it was like to have the warm front of the nappy pressing with my full weight upon my genitals at which point my erection finally decided it had had enough and erupted for a second, but very different time inside the nappy.

I must have feel asleep after coming inside nappy, as the next thing I knew I felt all groggy and it took a few minutes for me to realise where I was, and what had happened. Of course I knew all about sex from the classes at school, and wasn't a stranger to having a wank. I'd even wanked when thinking about wearing a nappy, but I'd never actual come with out having to put some hand work into it first, so that part of the experience was just as new as wearing a nappy was but it was something, just like wearing the nappy that I was certain I was going to be doing again. And as soon as I could.

Chapter Two
Andy

Coming back to the house without my mates Rick and Liam was something I knew I was going to have to do the moment I saw into that secret room on the upper floor, and I also knew there was no way I could tell that that I was coming back as they just wouldn't understand, why I had to come back as it was all just so weird to think about spanking and being tied up in the way I did, but I couldn't help it.

It must have been three or perhaps four years ago, when I first realised I was interested in spanking although I've no real idea why or where the thoughts came from, just that, I started to wonder around the playground at junior school wondering if any of my mates got spanked, and if so how did it happen. Of course I couldn't ask them then, any more than I could that day we'd come across all that spanking and bondage stuff in the secret room. But that didn't stop me thinking about it, and just thinking about it, even back when I was ten would be enough to get me excited enough to harden my dick.

Unfortunately, I don't think any of my mates, or anyone at all come to that, actually got spanked back when I was ten and certainly not at the age of fourteen although I did. Just not by anyone else.

Like with the entire thing I don't remember the first time that I spanked myself, only that it would get me even more excited than just thinking about spanking, and that, if I went on to play with myself after a spanking then I would have the most powerful cum than without it. That was even true in the days before my cum actually came, but still, being spanked, gave me the most powerful orgasms. So I did it all the time.

Naturally I had to be careful as I didn't want anyone to catch me doing it, and seeing as the walls of our house are really thin, to hear the sound of the old trainer I used, hitting my rear. Likewise, no one could see the marks that I sometimes left on my bum, but it isn't like I go around with my arse hanging out, so that's not really an issue anyway, just as it wouldn't be this time, even though I was suspecting that I'd be leaving some real marks, now that I had access to some real spanking stuff.

It was all just as I remembered it in the dungeon. The stocks where somebody's head and hands could be locked with them in a bent over position. That weird looking chair with the split foot rest. The A shaped frame to which you could be tied with your hands above your head, with the centre rail built forward so your arse would be pushed out for spanking. All the shackles, handcuffs, gags and all that other bondage stuff was up on the wall, hanging from nails on one side with the sex toys were lined up on shelves, on the other and right in the middle was all the spanking things even bit both as scary and as exciting as I remembered them.

They were all there. Anything and everything that I'd ever imagined I could be spanked with: paddles, taws, belts, slippers, plimsolls, straps and even canes, all in various sizes and designs, hanging there with some things that I'd never even dared dream off could be used for spanking like wooden spoons, hair brushes, one of those old fashioned carpet beaters and even a brush from a dustpan set just like the one we had at home. It being this last thing that caught my eye.

It was something I'd seen hundreds of times at home, and even used to clear things up on occasion but never once had I thought of using it to spank myself with.

Taking it down from the wall where it hung up from a nail through the small hole at the end of the thick hard plastic handle, that extended down for a total of around nine inches [23 cm] with the last six of those being where the bristles were, and where it grew to around an inch wide.

Holding it in my hand, I couldn't think why it had never occurred to use it to spank myself, as it was obvious that it would do the job, yet all the same there was only one way to really find out.

Leaning forward slightly, I held the handle of the brush in my right hand, with a good grip, while with my left hand I pulled up the tails of my shirt so they didn't cover the back of my jeans. Then I gave the brush a go.

THWAP! THWAP!

It made a good sound, even though I couldn't really feel it all that much. Okay so I could feel it, just not like I knew a real spanking would feel as my jeans were somewhat on the think side.

THWAP! THWAP!

I must have given myself around a dozen blows with that brush, before I moved on, but before I was even part of the way through that then the front of my jeans was starting to stretch out in front, which not only showed me just how much I was enjoying this, but gave me the idea to move on to something else, I hadn't tried before.

THWAP! THWAP!

After giving myself a couple more with the small brush I returned it to the rack – even as excited as I was I knew I had to leave the dungeon just as I'd found it – and took down the rubber headed thing from the wall.

I wasn't sure what it was called, but I knew what it was for. It looked a bit like the spatula mum used when she was frying something in the kitchen as it had a wooden handle, leading down to a metal bar, which at the end had a rubber blade. However, unlike mum's one where the rubber was solid enough to pick up and turn over bacon and eggs, this one was slightly floppy, and rather larger.

Turning to the wall, I found that by leaning on it with my chest, and with my legs spread, I had a good reflection of myself in the mirror, on the far side which meant I could actually watch myself beating myself with the spatula which was great.

What wasn't great though, was that, my jeans were so think that I could barely feel the spatula on my bottom. Of course I could have worn some thinner trousers or even my school trousers like I did to spank myself at home, so I could pretend I was getting punished at school, but not only would I have to explain why I was wearing them at the weekend, but they would make the journey home on my bike, all the more uncomfortable.

Without really thinking about, I'd unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my legs to my knees until the bright red of my favourite spanking pants were on show. These were a little on the old side, but that just make them cling all the more than my regular undies did, which was sort of the point as the didn't half show off my arse in a great way. They also hung somewhat low on the front too, and could, on occasion, show off the very tops of my pubes, but they weren't doing that this time, although they weren't hiding my erection in the slightest, as it was VERY obviously pushing out the front in a big solid ridge that told me I needed to get on with this.

For a moment I considered stopping spanking myself and having a wank, and then continuing the spanking later on but I knew that if I did that then the chances are that if I did that, then I would be too tired out to do anything else and there was so much more that I wanted to do. So instead I moved on to my next idea.

There was a high stool, in the corner of the room with a padded leather top, and that's what I used next, pulling it over towards the mirror and then bending myself over it, with my arse high up in the air, in such a way that I could watch myself between my legs as I spanked myself.

TWAP! TWAP! TWAP! TWAP!

The sound was different now I didn't have my jeans in the way, and so was the effect the spatula was having on my rear as I could really feel it now,

TWAP! TWAP! TWAP! TWAP!

However, the angle I was at, made all the blood rush to my head, which wouldn't have been so bad had I not being swinging my arm around so much which really didn't help my balance one single bit.

TWAP! TWAP! TWAP!

In the end I had to get up off the stool but that wasn't the end to my spanking although I did put the spatula back and instead took down a large wooden spoon, with a big round head, in a dark wood.

WHACK!

A snap of my wrist cracked the back of the spoon against the seat of my spanking pants in a way that made me gasp slightly.

WHACK!

Another followed as did another.

WHACK!

I'd been spanking myself for nearly ten years, but always before I'd had to be careful about the sounds I made, so would never have been able to spank myself like this before, and already I knew it was going to make a real difference.

WHACK!

Finding all those parts of my arse, that I normally couldn't get to my work with the wooden spoon lasted around five minutes or so, as I had to change hand from time to time to ensure I got everywhere with it.

WHACK!

By the time I was done with the spoon it's effect was really starting to sink in and my arse was starting to hurt, yet, it was going to get a lot worse before I was done, I was certain about that.

WHACK!

The wooden spoon was clearly a much better spanking implement than I'd ever thought it would be but, it was also very localised as the head was only two inches [5 cm] round so could only impact on that much of my arse at a time so the rest got ignored. What I needed was something with a bigger strike area. Like a brush.

The bath brush was clearly old, as I don't think they make them in wood anymore, especially not with a ridge down either side of the back that I thought would have lessened its effects but as I delivered the first blow, I soon realised that just wasn't the case.

THWACK!

The force of this blow, and all those that followed, sent a shock through my body, at the very same time that it left a near deafening sound echoing around the plain brick walls of the dungeon, but which I found strangely exciting.

THWACK!

Clearly this was something I'd never be able to do at home, as the noise was just so loud, but then, by the time I got to this stage I doubt I would have really cared one way or the other, as I was just enjoying it so much.

THWACK!

I know it doesn't really make sense, but even though my arse was really stinging now, so much so that I had to bite my lip, yet my erection seemed to be getting both hotter and harder all the time.

THWACK!

In fact the only thing that I could think off that would have made what I was doing any more exiting would have been for there to have been someone else there spanking me.

THWACK!

Not that I had someone in particular in mind to spank me, as whenever I thought about it, there was never really a face behind the spanking but I just knew that the person would have to be male, and older than me, as that's just how spanking should be done. By an older person who was in charge. That's just the way it was.

THWACK!

By the time I'd done enough with the brush, my clothes were starting to get damp with my sweat, and my arse was burning, yet I didn't want to stop the spanking altogether as this just had to be the best one ever, as I didn't know when I could be able to get back here again to do it all again. Perhaps never. So in the meantime I just had to make this one count by using as many of the spanking stuff as I could, in as many ways as I could.

I decided to go for a more classic position next, and so bent myself over the seat of a chair, but in such a way that I could keep my legs as far apart as I could. But that wasn't all I did, as it was time to take things on one stage further.

Staying in position, I reached back with my left hand which, just like everyone says at school does feel like someone else – unless you're left handed of course – and hooked my thumb, under the elastic of my spanking pants. Then, in a swift movement, I yanked them down as if I was being stripped by someone else, just as I imagined.

Looking back over my shoulder I could see that my arse was already taking on the sort of nice red colour that I dreamed about, and which I knew the new paddle I'd selected would soon be adding too.

WOP! WOP!

There wasn't much sound to the long handled paddle but it sure made up for that in the effects it created.

WOP! WOP!

I had to grit my teeth to prevent from crying out, but soon even that wasn't going to be enough.

WOP! WOP!

My grip moved right to the end of the paddle handle to give more variation in where it was landing as I thought it was all going on one spot, but that just wasn't the case as I soon found out.

WOP! WOP!

On and on it went, as I fought not to cry out. To take my spanking like a boy should but it was getting more and more difficult.

WOP! WOP!

Sweat was now everywhere. My forehead, under my arms, and even right down the crack of my arse, as it got hotter and hotter and sorer and sorer.

WOP! WOP!

Yet even as my battered arse, jiggled with each burning blow of paddle, my hips likewise bucked which in turn stroked my hard prick against the hard seat of the chair I was bent over, bring me right to the edge of coming unless I could make myself stop.

WOP!

It took everything I had to put that paddle down to and gingerly lift myself up from that chair, and I only managed to do it with the promise that I would go straight over to the mirror and see just what I'd done to myself.

Sure enough looking over my shoulder into the glass I could see that I'd achieved the best results I'd every had. Not only my was arse every bit as bright red as my spanking pants – part of the reason I called them that of course – but there were also marks part of the way down the backs of my thighs and even up onto my back. It wasn't just on my back either, but the redness extended around the sides, to ensure that my entire buttocks had the self same colour that a bad boy's arse should have.

It should have stopped there, as that was the plan, but as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, that wasn't all that was being reflected as behind me hung the rest of the spanking implements that I had yet to try. Some I already knew were impractical to use on your own, like the canes, but the taws wasn't. At least I didn't think it was, as I'd never even held one until that day.

Initially that's all I intended to do. To take down and hold the taws to see what it felt like, which it turned out was much the same as a regular belt, which is practically just what it was, albeit with the split end that was meant to give it that little bit of extra bite. Or did it?

Looking back again at my arse, I knew it would already be painful to sit down but even as I was doing that, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop there. Not now I had a taws in my hand. I had to try it out. It was what I'd been thinking about for so long. What had made me so horny, and what still made me so horny.

Slowly, I found myself bending back over the chair, and raised the taws up behind me, once more.

CRACK!

I lurched forward from the blow, my eyes closed tight, against lights that seemed so bright even though they were very bit as dim as they had been when I came in.

CRACK!

"Ouch!" I yelped unable to prevent it as the pain was just too much for me not to cry out.

CRACK!

"Aaow!"

CRACK!

"Ow!" I buckled under the lick of the small, yet very solid taws ramming my erection into the chair in such a way that made me have to grab hold of it to stop it happening again.

CRACK!

My hips thrust forward, pushing my hardness further into my hand, which became instantly wet with the juice that had been leaking out of my erection for the last hour or so.

CRACK!

My knees buckled, as the blow landed, the roundness of my rear quivering, my throat cry, sweat pouring off me as my back started to arch as I got ready to burst.

CRACK!

Then I collapsed with my arse feeling like it was on fire, my nuts aching, and my arm just unable to give myself another blow as pulse after pulse spurted forth from the end of my erection, all over the floor, the chair, my stomach, and down my legs.

For more time than I realised at the time I just lay there, wondering it if would really feel as good as this if I was spanked by someone else and would I be able to stop myself from crying as easily as I did when I spanked myself, and knew when the blows were coming and when they were going to stop.

Eventually though, I had to get up onto my feet, and put everything back, clearing up the mess I'd made as well as I could, before eventually putting my jeans back on – the spanking pants were just too uncomfortable on my arse – and go home, pushing my bike all the way, as I just couldn't bare to ride it. Not even standing up.

Chapter Three
Rick

The third time I entered the adult nursery I was more prepared than I'd been on either of my previous two trips, thanks to the carrier bag I had with him, filled with items I'd freshly bought that morning on the way to the old house, at the chemist the furthest from my home.

It was a Saturday and I had nearly all day to explore the various treats the secret room had to offer, which is why I'd bought my own lunch with him. Only it wasn't an unhealthy take away but probably the most notorious thing that the fourteen year old could be eating, not that there were many fourteen year olds that would be interested in small jars that were in my bag, or indeed in the highchair where I fully intended to eat them.

The highchair had been the centre of my thoughts since I had reason to go around to Liam Marshall's house and see the one my friends slightly backward little brother used. Now I was back what I'd thought then was confirmed. This highchair was special. Very special indeed.

Made of solid wood, painted in what had once been a high gloss white, but which had since faded a little. At first look it appeared to be just like a regular high chair, if obviously somewhat bigger, as it had four legs, coming down to the ground, with a rail at the front of the occupant to put their feet on with a second, padded rail below, that didn't seem to have a purpose. However it was the back of the seat that had the most difference. The one little Bobby Marshall, used, just had a standard looking back rest, but the one in the secret room looked more like a car seat, than a dinner chair.

The seat and back of the highchair were covered in a soft fur not dissimilar in either colour or texture to that usually seen on a Teddy bear and it came complete with a full five point harness. Bobby's chair just had a loose waist strap but not this one. This had adjustable shoulder straps that came through the back of the chair. Then two more that came up from the sides, and finally one hanging down in front that would come up between the occupant's legs. All five straps were completely adjustable, from slides built into them, and connected into a large buckle with a big red button in the middle for release.

There was a small side table set up beside the highchair, against which the chair's tray was leaning. Onto the table I unloaded the supplies I'd bought, lining up the small jars, the tiny plastic spoon, the carton of apple juice, and the one of milk. I also placed there the two items I'd borrowed from the room on my last visit. Namely the baby bottle and the sippy cup. These I had taken home so I could give them a good clean out before using them in this adventure.

When that was done, I picked up the tray and tested it in place, seeing how the two long arms coming from the ends slotted into holes at the ends of the chairs arms, allowing the tray to be pushed nearly all the way up to the body of whoever was sitting in the chair. Naturally I didn't push the tray all the way into place although it wouldn't be long before I would be wishing that I had.

I followed up that test, by making an complete examination of the chair's harness system, giving himself a crash course in how it worked, how the slides built into it could be used to extend or shorten the straps, and which fitted where into the buckle. Lastly the teenager tested the one thing I had to be sure about. The buckle itself. Thankfully, just as I'd thought, once all the buckles were in, all I had to do was press the big red button and they all sprung back out again. It needed a bit of effort to press the button, but I figured that was just so it would come undone from the slightest knock.

There was, however one off thing I noticed when I was around the back of the chair, checking over the mounting for the shoulder straps. Well two in fact. The first being that none of the straps were actually fixed into place, but were on rollers like a seat belt. The other thing being a strange dial placed right in the middle of the rear of the seat. This had a dial in the centre, which could be turned around so the pointer came up against the numbers "1", "2", "3", or "4" but I couldn't work out what this was for as it didn't seem to actually do anything.

Clearly there had once been a label stuck above the dial as there was a lighter square in the fur covering, but that had long gone but for a small corner on which I could just make out the word "our".

Dismissing the dial as useless, I set about acting out my plan, which started with him getting rid of my big boy clothes and into something a lot more suitable for someone who was going to be having a lunch of baby food in a high chair. This time though I was going to do it properly.

Moving over to the changing table, I took out a second nappy just like the one I'd worn previously, only this time I didn't just lay it out on the mat, but also made sure that there were tubs of both baby oil and baby powder within reach.

The next part of the operation, went just as it had last time, albeit in a somewhat more organised way as this time I knew what to do and even made sure there was something on the floor that would make it easier for him to climb up when I was ready. Which I soon would be.

A few seconds later and my jeans, t-shirt, socks and boxer shorts were in a pile on the floor while the now naked teenager was once more sitting on the changing mat, with an open disposable nappy underneath me.

Taking up the bottle of baby oil first, I put some into the palm of my hand and carefully began to apply it around my genitals.

It felt strangely cool on my skin, even if it did clog up the small bush of hair I had growing there, but it was far from unpleasant a sensation as the standing up of my erection would attend to. For the moment I ignored it, instead turning my attention to the baby powder instead.

No sooner had the first of the powder left the canister than the wonderful smell I'd become accustomed to in Liam's house filled my nose. It had to be the most babyish smell there was and one that I couldn't get enough off. So much so that I didn't just spread the power around the region it was intended to go but most of the way down my legs and up my chest as well.

Finally it came time to do the nappy up and here's where I had my first problem of the day. Or the first one I then knew about anyway.

Trouble was, my hands were now covered in oil and powder which I instantly transferred to the nappy's tapes the moment I touched them. This caused the sticky stuff on the tapes not to work.

Thankfully there were towels hanging from the side of the changing table, and more than enough baby wipes for me to be able to clean my hands enough so that when I got another nappy out of the cupboard this one worked, allowing me to pull the nappy up between my legs, and securely fastening the tapes down around the sides as tightly as I could.

Finally I climbed off the table, and stood for the second time in a nappy, only to find that I was leaving a tell-tail trail of white powder everywhere which was gong to be a pain to clean up but there was an obvious solution to that and that was to put something else on. Something that was designed just to prevent things from leaking out of the places the powder was coming from. A pair of plastic underpants.

I'd seen them in the cupboard before, made of almost clear plastic with tight white elastic around the waist and the leg openings. These I knew were sometimes used as a second line of defence over the top of nappies in case they leaked, which seemed rather apt and anyway, I sort of wanted to try them on. So I did.

The elastic around the three openings of the plastic underwear was very tight, as I guess it had to be, but this did make it difficult to get the waist up over my nappy without it catching it anywhere but I finally did it and although it pressed tight against the skin around my waist and upper legs, it wasn't overly uncomfortable and it wasn't as if anyone would be seeing any red marks it left there is it.

Standing in front of the mirror I looked at myself in the now double skin and rather liked the look of the nappy though the plastic. No longer did they look as white as they had before, being given a slight blue tint from the plastic, but that wasn't the only difference as I found out when I moved for the first time.

The noise was something else. Wearing just a nappy, there had always been a slight rustling sound but now that was amplified a hundred fold, but the noise the plastic pants did. Any and every movement I made with my legs, or even my hips or waist, caused the two things I was wearing to both rub against me and against each other in such a way as to make it impossible for me to have convinced anyone who heard it that I wasn't wearing a nappy. And while that was never going to happen, the thought of it still pleased me.

My original plan had been to sit in the high chair in just a nappy, but now I'd tried on something from the closet, I was keen to try more, and at first my eye fell upon a pair of short trousered overalls, but by the time I'd taken them down and held them up against me, I decided that they were more outdoor wear than indoor. Not that I had any attention of wearing a nappy outside of the secret room, but still, I needed something that was more suitable for inside.

My eye fell upon the pairs of footed pyjamas but while they were clearly intended for inside, they were more night time, than lunch time which only left me with a onesie.

As with everything else there were several in the closet, all of which probably would have fitted me from a plain sleeveless white one up to the one I finally chose which was in a light yellow, with the cutest of cute Teddy bears all over it. Now all I had to do was work out how to put it on.

There was a zip up the top half of the back so at first I thought I had to put my legs into it first, as you would with a pair of overalls, but I soon realised how wrong that was when I placed my foot inside, and struggling to find the leg hole, popped open all the poppers that run around the crotch area. Then it dawned on me, that the bottom half of the onesie opened up to give direct access to the nappy, so the wearer could have a wet nappy changed without having to get totally naked. Genius.

The onesie was easy to put on if you treated it like a long shirt. With the bottom end totally opened up, that's just what it was, and with my arms in the sleeves it was easy to pull it over my head and then to pull it down over my chest, stomach and of course, my nappy where it hung like a long t-shirt. However that's not how it was supposed to be.

It took me a few minutes to work out how all the poppers were meant to go, making me wish that I'd started with the simpler white one instead, as that didn't have any legs on it, like this one did, as although the legs were short – not more than a couple of inches – it made the poppers all that more fiddley, as they not only went across between my legs but a short way down the inside of each leg. Still I did it in the end, which just left the matter of doing up the zip at the back.

The zip wasn't the easiest thing in the world to work as, obviously I couldn't see it, but I also couldn't really reach it either as the ones made some of my movement a little bit restricted.

In the end I had to reach around under my arm so I could push the zip up the first bit with my fingers and then when I could no longer reach it that way, reach around my shoulder to pull it the last of the way up to the top. Or rather, nearly to the top, as that last half an inch or so was really tricky as the onesie had a sort of collar on it, that kept getting in the way as it went out over the top of the zip. The only way to get the zip to the top was to hold the collar out of the way with one hand and tug the zip up with the other.

It took some time to get the zip fully done up, but when it was I was rewarded with a nice sounding click of the zip slotting all the way up, and could finally put my aching arms down without doing anything else. Although if I had I may have saved myself a lot of agro later, not to mention explanations.

Looking in the mirror I couldn't believe how babyish I now looked. Sure just wearing the nappy had been enough to make me look like an over grown toddler, but then adding the plastic pants, had made it look more so but now in the Teddy bear encrusted onesie, I could have easily have been mistaken for a shaggy haired little kid of three or four, as long as you didn't notice how tall I was, obviously.

My stomach started to rumble as I stood admiring my babyish self in the mirror, telling me it had already gone none and I was long over due for something to eat but first I had to be suitably seated.

After checking everything was in place, and within reach, I stepped up onto the foot rail of the high chair – I'd first tried the padded rail but that didn't seem strong enough to take my weight – and hoisting myself up into the seat.

I'd previously moved all the straps out of the way, so once I'd turned around, I sat down squarely in the centre of the padded seat which was a surprisingly snug fit, not just around my hips, padded as they were with the nappy and plastic pants, but also across my shoulders, which only just fitted in between the two wings of the seat. Other than that though the chair was comfortable. Very comfortable in fact and was, very much like a car seat, or one of those safety chairs you get on some of the older rides at the fun fair, especially with its harness.

I couldn't turn around in the chair so had to feel somewhat blindly to find the straps and pull them down over my shoulders and then around my waist from the sides. Once they were draped over my body they were easy to adjust to just the right size for my, with just enough slack so they wouldn't be too tight, as I clipped them into the central buckle that now sat just like a belt, although that changed once I bought up the crutch strap, and clipped that into place. That dragged the entire thing downwards slightly so it was directly on top of my groin, which wasn't entirely unpleasant. At all.

With the harness in place, I had even less movement, so had to pick up the high chairs tray with just one hand, which given it was made of solid wood, wasn't all that easy, although I managed it and, now using both hands, was able to guide it into place.

My one regret when I'd finished, was that I hadn't thought of moving the high chair so it was in front of mirror, as then I'd have been able to see just what I looked like, a fourteen year old, dressed in baby clothes, strapped into a high chair, about to have some baby food.

Placing the various jars on the small table that was now right in front of me, covering my legs, I opened them all up – not as easy as it looks – and then rather tentatively put the baby sized spoon into the first one, and took a taste.

The label stated it was "Lamb and Carrots" but although it didn't taste of either of those things it wasn't all that bad. Certainly not as bad as I had pretended it to be that time when Andy and Liam had tricked me into eating some of the mush Bobby liked to eat. Mind you this was proper shop bought stuff, not something mixed up by Mrs. Marshall in her blender.

Slowly I worked my way through the first jar, taking the occasional sip from the sippy cup to wash down the food with thankfully weak apple juice as the flavour didn't really go with the Lamb.

Once the first jar was finished, I didn't reach for a second one right away as there was something else I wanted to do first, and that was to get rid of the family sized bottle of coke, I'd drunk that morning before I'd left the house and which was just about making it's way through my system.

I'd had some trouble letting go the first time I'd worn a nappy but there was no such problems the second time. No sooner had I decided that it was time for a pee then I was doing just that. Wetting myself right as I sat there in the high chair.

Not for the first time I wondered what it would be like if I were to wet myself in front of my friends, or my family. What would they say? What would they do? What would they think of me? Would they just accept it, and let me get on with it, or something else.

Naturally, and as always happened when I thought about such things, my willy (as I liked to call it as it sounded so much better than dick, or prick, or cock) changed from being the reason I was sitting in a wet nappy, to being turned on by it. However, as it was trapped inside the nappy, which in turn was inside the plastic pants, which were inside the onesie, which was held in place with straps there wasn't much room for my willy to move around without getting rubbed this way and that, which felt great.

It wasn't too long before I was moving around in the high chair pretty much for the first time, as I'd never had any reason to move before, but now I did. The strongest reason a teenage boy has to do anything. To masturbate. And I was doing it without using my hands which were still on top of the tray. Holding on to it, in fact, as my body moved as much as it could against the restrictions of the chair and the harness that was holding me inside it. A harness that was about to have me trapped.

It happened suddenly, just as I was getting to the end of what I was doing. My willy was as hard as it was going to get, rubbing against the soft, slightly damp lining of the nappy, and against the crotch strap of the harness. My hands were now gripping on to the far side of the tray, and then, just at the moment my willy flooded my nappy with a second liquid, I pulled back on the tray, and heard a sharp click as it locked into place.

The click, was followed by two other things, both of which would have surprised me even if I hadn't been in the aftermath of shooting my load into a nappy. They were both probably started at the same time, triggered by the tray being clicked into place, but I only felt them in a distinct order. The first being that the entire harness suddenly tightened up, forcing me right back into the seat, and the second being that my feet became trapped on the foot rest.

It took me a few minutes to work out what had happened, and that I finally knew the answer as to what the padded foot bar was for, as it was that which had flicked over the top of my toes, and come to rest against the upper part of my feet and ankles, trapping my feet in place. Of course I couldn't see them as not only was the tray still in place, but I couldn't prase my shoulders out of the soft Teddy bear lining of the back of the high chair either. The straps just wouldn't let me.

I wasn't panicking yet, although that sense of calm wasn't going to last much longer, especially once it became clear the release button on the front of the harness didn't appear to work anymore.

I pushed it. I pressed it. I even thumbed it. But nothing made any difference. The button depressed as it should but there was no sound of the buckle release its grip on the five belts that were attached to it. At least not one I could hear, although I could hear something else. A ticking sound.

I'd never noticed the ticking before, and it took me a few minutes to work out where it was coming from, which turned out to be right behind me. On the back of the chair.

The dial! It had to be the dial. Now I knew what it was for and the ticking was a big giveaway. It was a timer. The word I'd spotted hadn't been "our" but "hour". That's what the numbers meant on it. 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours and so on. It was some sort of locking device that was clearly triggered when the food tray was put in place. The only problem was I couldn't remember where I'd left the dial. Was it on the "1", the "2" or even higher up. I knew I'd tried it on all the settings but could only hope I hadn't finished up on "4" as four hours was a heck of a long time to be sat in a wet nappy in a high chair.

It turned out that I'd left the dial on the "2" at least I think it was, as it could have been slightly longer as I had no real idea of what time I'd strapped myself into the high chair in the first place so couldn't be sure just how long I sat there.

One thing I did know was that wearing a wet nappy become less comfortable once the contents start to cool down. Still it was what I'd been intending to do all along, so once I'd got used to the idea I was trapped, and that I would be eventually free, it wasn't so bad, and did allow me to get on with my lunch.

Even though I eat the remaining three jars of baby food I'd bought in the chemist as slowly as I could – not that I could actually hurry given the size of the spoon I was using – and drank dry both the bottle of milk and all the apple juice from the sippy cup there was still a hair amount of just sitting around I had to do while I waited for the hair chair's timer to count down my release.

Of course, having drunk the milk and apple juice I filled my nappy up some more but thankfully I never had the urge to do more than wee into it, which was just as well, as don't think I could have done a poo, given how tightly I was now fastened into the seat.

Still being trapped in the chair did give me a lot of time to think about things. The most obvious of them being just how much I liked being a teenaged baby, and those thoughts led to yet more liquid going into the nappy, although this time I made sure my hands didn't hold onto anything that could get me into even more bother.

Eventually, the clock stopped ticking, and while there were no more clicking sounds to tell me my time was up, I did feel the tension come out of the harness, and the foot guard.

I was a bit tentative the next time I tried the big red release button but I needn't have been worried as, just as it had when I'd tested it the first time, it did what it should do and released the five points of the harness. Then, once I'd removed the tray, and pushed the foot guard off my ankles I was finally able to stand up and get out of the wet nappy I'd been sat in for the last few hours.

Not wanting to waste any time, I didn't bother trying to remove the onesie straight away, but instead, undid the poppers from my legs and crutch, which allowed me access to the plastic pants – I had to roll the onesie up a bit for that – and to the sodden nappy beneath it.

Naturally once the nappy was off, and put away in a plastic bag that I could dispose off on the way home, I wasn't going to put another one, but change back into my jeans and t-shirt to become a full teenager again. This though, is where the last of the days problems suddenly became apparent.

As tricky as the onesie zip had been to do up, that wasn't a touch on how hard it was to undo. So hard in fact that after about half an hour of trying – and failing – I had to give up or else I'd be so late home that I'd never be let out for long enough to play baby again.

There was nothing for it. I would have to wear the onesie home, and somehow figure out a way of undoing it there.

Of course I put my regular clothes on as well, as I certainly wasn't going to go home in just a onesie, so it was pretty much completely covered up by my boxers jeans and t-shirt. Apart from, that is, the collar which stuck up a bit above the top of my t-shirt. But no one was going to notice that.

Were they?

Chapter Four
Andy

My arse was still sore the next time I went back to that house with the special rooms. Nearly a week had passed since I'd got a little carried away spanking myself and although my arse had nearly returned to it's normal colour, I couldn't risk doing it all over again, especially as I'd got in trouble at school for not being able to sit still. Hell, even Liam had teased me about having 'ants in my pants' and he was normally the last one to make fun of me. No I was going to have to give that a break this time at least. Not that it mattered as there were plenty more things in that dungeon room, I was interested in, other than the paddles, slippers, straps and stuff, namely the chains, handcuffs and other bondage stuff.

Just like with the spanking I don't know when I first got interested in being tied up, other than it must have been when I was little, and probably, from seeing something on TV, as isn't that where most little kids get their ideas from?

Anyway, what I do know that even as a little kid the idea of being tied up so tight that I couldn't escape, was exciting. Or it may have been the squirming around, I don't know but whatever it was, I liked it. And liked it a lot. Far more than I probably should have. Certainly more than I was ever going to admit to anyone, even my mates.

Of course, when you're little then things don't seem as bad as when you're a teenager, so back then I would sometimes suggest games the three of us could play, just so I could get captured and tied up. Only with Rick and Liam, of course, as I wasn't going to trust anyone else to tie me up, but then, once Rick and I moved up into senior school, that just seemed childish so I couldn't do it anymore and had to think of something else to do. On my own.

I must have been about twelve when I first attempted to tie myself up seriously, at home and later, in good weather, out in the woods behind our house.

This was nothing special, just wrapping some rope I had around my wrists, and pulling it tight with my teeth. Soon though I was getting better at it and adding a belt around my chest and arms, and tying my feet up. Like I said it was nothing special but it was good enough for me at the time, as it meant I would be able to get out of whatever I'd done, quickly if someone came home unexpectedly. Still it was good enough at the time, for me to roll around on the floor pretending that I was unable to escape.

I'd have probably stayed doing that had two things not happened. The first was puberty, and the second was the porno book that Liam found and bought to school. Not that the book was all that porno as it didn't have any pictures, but what it did have was 'true life' stories of things people did to get themselves off, and it had an entire section on 'bondage' which it turned out was just what I'd been doing. The only shame was that I couldn't keep the book without anyone thinking I was some sort of pervert.

By the time we found the secret rooms in that house I thought I had a pretty good collection of toys to play my bondage games with. There was rope, of course, some belts, and strips of cloth but there was also a pair of handcuffs that I'd got in a joke shop on holiday. Man, I'd been so embarrassed buying them that you'd have thought I was asking for a dildo in a sex shop, rather than just another kid buying a joke in a shop that sold nothing else.

I spent weeks practising with those handcuffs once I got them home, putting them on in front of me so I could see what I was doing, and then behind my back, so I had to feel what I was doing. Of course they weren't real ones and had this little button that released them even if you didn't have the key, but I never used that as it seemed like cheating, except for the once I nearly got caught, obviously.

Anyway, given they were all I had you can imagine what I though when I got to see not only real handcuffs but ankle shackles, waist chains, and over a dozen padlocks of various sizes hanging up on the wall of the dungeon room and just how well I could use them, should I ever get the chance. That chance came on my third trip to the house.

The moment I'd seen the chain shackles I'd had an idea of how I was going to use them, to chain myself up like a proper prisoner, who was escaping from the dungeon, and had to go looking for the keys to the various things he was wearing. The only difference to what I was doing and a real prisoner – other than I was on my own of course – was that I'd be doing it nearly naked. First though I had to check everything work as the last thing I wanted was to discover none of the keys worked.

It took nearly an hour to do all the checks I wanted, but that was partly because I kept playing with the stuff as I found it. In the end though I had a nice selection of items that would be perfect for what I wanted, namely a waist chain, leg shackles, a chain to connect the two, and of course a strongest looking handcuffs there were. These were really old fashioned ones, with a barrel at the end, and naturally no quick release button.

Before I put anything on though, I had to put the keys in places that would make a great challenge for me to go get them, just like I sometimes did at home. Only this time, instead of just my bedroom I had an entire house to play do it. So with that in mind I placed the keys not only in different rooms but on different floors as well. Of course there were other keys left in the dungeon that I could use, but that would be only in emergencies.

Back in the dungeon the first thing I did was take off my clothes, stripping right down to, once more, the bright red trunks that I used in nearly all my games. Or the ones I didn't do naked anyway. Naturally, and again as always, my prick was pushing the front out but I was so keen on what I was doing that I ignore it.

First thing I put on was the waist chain. This was just like it sounded a chain that went around the waist, only it had a sort of ratchet built into it so that, once it was on, you could thread the end through this buckle, and then keeping pulling it until the chain was tight enough, but without a key, you would be unable to pull the chain out again, effectively locking the chain in place.

The waist chain also had a couple of loops build into it that severed for several reasons. They were directly opposite each other so that if you put the chain on with them at your sides, then you could chain your hands to them, and they'd be locked there. But I didn't do that. I had the waist chain ninety degrees to that, so the loops were in the small of my back, and directly over my belly button. I'd be using both of them, but for now it was the back one I was more interested in, as that was where I locked those barrel handcuffs in place for later.

The leg irons were next although these weren't as old as the name suggests, but the newer modern version that was like a pair of handcuffs but with a much longer chain in the middle so you could still walk, just not run or anything else. In fact you couldn't even walk all that well but then that was the point. Anyway, these I put on my ankles making sure that they snapped on nice and snug but not too tight that they'd rub. Still it was great to hear the sound they made as they clicked shut.

The connecting chain was the last thing I'd planned on putting on and all that did was connect the centre of the chain on the leg irons, up to the front loop on the waist chain, which I would soon discover further restricted just how far I could walk with each step.

Now, as I said, that was as far as my plan went for chaining myself up, but while I'd been going through everything I'd seen some other things I'd wanted to try. Some of them would have to wait until another time, like the little cage for your privates, and others I couldn't see myself ever using like the stuff you shove up your arse. But there were a couple of other things that would work great with what I was doing, even if they wouldn't make all that much difference really.

The first of these was a collar, that was a bit like something a dog would wear, as it had rings for a lead or other things, to be attached, but was much wider, and had a padlock built into the buckle so it couldn't be taken off. In future I could see myself being chained to things by it, like a dog, or even chaining my hands up to it, so they'd be held in the air, but this time, I didn't attach anything to it. Just put it on as it was and I have to say that it felt rather good.

The last thing was something I'd never seen before, as although shackles, waist chains and the other things I had on could sometimes be seen on TV and in movies, I'd never seen anyone wearing a ball gag before, even though I had read about them. The dungeon must have had the entire range though, from the basic ball-on-a-strap kind, to the ones built into an entire head harness that not only went around the sides but up over the nose and around the eyes. That looks a bit freaky to be honest, so I stuck with the basic kind, and even then with one of the smaller balls.

The idea with ball gags, I soon discovered, was to squash the ball down, before you put it into your mouth, that way you didn't have to stand there like you were at a dentist convention, catching flies. It was also easier. Once inside your mouth, the ball would soon go back to its original shape, behind your teeth were it would appear to be trapped until of course it could be squashed again to be removed. Naturally, the strap running around the back of the head, is designed to prevent this, which is no doubt why it had a lock on it too.

Once the ball was in my mouth, I tired it out for a few minutes before locking the strap into place as I wanted to see how effective it was at keeping my quiet – very it turned out – but more importantly, I had to be sure that I could still breath. Which I could, remarkable well, in fact, given that I had a ball in my mouth.

Everything was done then, with just my hands remaining free but that was soon sorted when I put my hands behind my back, and after a bit of fiddling about got them into the handcuffs and the handcuffs locked up tight.

So there I was, standing in just a pair of too small, and very tight trunks, with my hands chained behind my back to my waist, my legs shackled a short distance apart, a wide, studded collar around my neck and a ball gag strapped in my mouth. I should have been scared but I wasn't. I was seriously turned on, with pre-cum leaking out of my hard prick making the front of my trunks all wet and slimy. Yet as much as I wanted to wank myself off right there and then, with my hands chained up, obviously I couldn't, which was yet another advantage of bondage. You couldn't wank, until you were free, so there was no easy end. In fact, the way I'd planned it, I wasn't going to be able to wank until I'd been all over this house and then got right back to the dungeon.

The first task I had was to open the dungeon door and get back from the secret parts of the house, into the regular parts. This proved to be a bit of a challenge as I'd assumed I'd still be able to use my hands, even if they were chained behind my back, but that didn't work as they were held too close to me by the waist chain for me to get enough leverage to get the door open. Thankfully the same wasn't true about the leg irons, although it was a good job I'd taken my shoes and socks off, as otherwise I wouldn't have been able to use my toes to open the door.

With the first obstacle out of the way, I now had a clear run to get the first key which would detach the connecting chain, giving me that little bit more slack in the leg irons so that I'd be able to use the stairs. The key for this was in the main room on the empty bookcase opposite the one that opened to revel the secret rooms.

I know what your thinking, how's Andy going to be able to reach a key on a chest high shelf when his hands are chained behind his back. Well that was all part of the plan and something I'd done before. What though I hadn't thought of was how I was going to unchain something at the front of my body when my hands were behind me. Thankfully though I was able to answer both problems fairly quickly.

The first problem was solved easily, just not as easily as I would have had I not used the ball gag and oddly enough the collar. Normally I'd have pushed the key along the shelf to the end and then onto the floor with my mouth but obviously with that full of a ball, I couldn't do that, but nor could I bend my head all that well given the width of the collar, so instead I had to bend myself right over, like I was going to get another spanking and push the key about with my entire head.

Now with the key on the floor I had to get down there to get it, and let me tell you sitting down with your hands behind your back isn't easy, but again I'd had practise at it so knew that I had to back up to the nearest wall and then sort of slide down it until I was sat on the floor, then creep forwards, using my feet to shuffle my bum across to where the key was. Something I certainly couldn't have done if I'd done more spanking, I can tell you.

Anyway, once I was over where key was, I got up onto my knees – don't ask – which put my ankles under my hands, in a place where I could just about get the key into the small lock at the end of the connecting chain, and release it. Than all I had to do was stand up again, which involved doing the reverse of the sitting down thing.

Leaving the room to go out onto the landing was a really strange feeling as it felt like I was almost outside, as the stair way was so open which made the sounds of rattling chains echo around the house meaning that if anyone had been there they would have been sure to have heard me, but of course there wasn't, so I didn't have that to worry about, as I made my way over to the top of the stairs.

The journey down was long and slow, as although with the connecting chain removed I could just about reach my foot down the stairs I had to do it one step at a time while, simultaneously, holding onto the hand rail with my chained hands, so I didn't fall. One thing was sure though, it would have been a lot more difficult to go up the stairs, which is why I'd left the key to the leg irons on the lower floor.

It must have taken fifteen minutes or perhaps even more for me to get down the stairs like that but thankfully I didn't have anywhere else to go as the key was right there on the lower floor landing as there was no way I was going to be walking about in bare feet where the junkies had been.

In order to unchain my ankles I had to sit down once more on the floor, by sliding down the end of the banisters, and then tuck my feet under my arse, so my hands could reach the leg irons enough to undo them. This felt good as all that walking around, and down the stairs had caused the ankle cuffs to rub my skin a bit, which made me feel like I probably should have kept my socks on.

At this stage I was about as horny as I was going to get, so before I was going to make the journey back upstairs to the secret room I figured that I might as well take care of that first. Of course as I did have my hands still chained behind my back I wasn't going to be able to use them but there's more than one way to have a wank as I'd discovered during one of my earliest self-bondage experiments.

On that occasion it had come as something of a shock for me to shoot my load, while I was laying face down on the floor, struggling to get the tiny key of the fake handcuffs into the also tiny hole. Ironically I was in so much of a hurry to get my hands free so I could have a wank, after nearly an hour of being tied up, that I didn't even notice just how much my front was rubbing on my carpet until I'd left a stain that can still be seen if you look really closely at the rug at the end of my bed. This time though I knew what I was doing.

It didn't take long. Just a few minutes of laying face down at the bottom of the stairs, with my arse going up and down, thrusting my hard prick at the floor. In fact, most of the time was probably taken by me getting into position as I was that turned on by being chained up nearly naked in a strange house, that almost anything could have made me cum.

When it was all over, I made that trip back up stairs, with my hands still cuffed, but without the erection that had been straining in my trunks nearly all the day. Mind you, while it was more comfortable with that log in my pants, what wasn't comfortable was the big sticky wet patch that covered the entire front of my trunks and would be the reason that I would end up going home from that place totally commando for the second time, out of three visits.

Back up in the dungeon I had a feeling of disappointment as, because I'd already come there wasn't any of the normal climax to my adventures but still it was good to get those cuffs off, and to finally move my hands from behind my back. Not to mention take off the waist chain and pull off my sticky trunks.

Maybe next time, I wouldn't wear the trunks.

Chapter Five
Rick & Matt

Of all the people to find out that I liked wearing nappies I guess my brother Matt was probably the one I worried about least, which is probably how come I made such a silly mistake as walking into our house with a brand new pack of them, without checking anyone was home first but then, it was the first time I'd bought nappies for myself in a shop so was feeling rather pleased with myself.

It had been seriously nerve wracking, buying the nappies, but I had no choice if I wanted to keep playing my baby games, as I'd managed to go through all those in the secret room already. Well not all of them, as I hadn't started on the cloth ones, and probably never would, as I just couldn't work out how they worked. So I needed to get some more. That's why I ended up in the supermarket on the far side of town, holding that package, in sweaty hands, half convinced that everyone there was not only looking at me, but that they knew the nappies were for me.

I must have looked really suspicious as I waited until the nappy isle was empty, before picking up the biggest size they had, and tucking the package under my arm. My face felt like it was glowing, as I made my towards the checkouts, at the front of the store where thankfully the express line was empty allowing me to slide the package onto the conveyer belt and step back as if I had nothing to do with them even though I was the only one there.

The cashier – who I'd picked especially because he wasn't a women – reached for the package without looking, rotating it so the bar code could be read, but as they did so they must have seen what it was, cos then they looked up and right at me, smiled and said the words I really wished he hadn't, "Are these for you?"

At once I'd forgotten the entire back story I'd worked out about how I was getting them for my baby brother and just said "No!" probably a little too quickly as he clearly didn't believe me for a second.

"Okay, if you say so," he said with a smile that proved my worst fear was rumbled. He knew I wanted them for myself and from that moment on, I couldn't even met his eye, or even talk to him.

Thankfully the rest of the purchase went without incident, although I was fairly convinced that as I left the supermarket the teenaged cashier was looking at my bum, no doubt to see if I was wearing a nappy or not. (I wasn't!)

Anyway, after that experience I couldn't get home fast enough, and into the safety of our house fairly sure no one else would be home, and I was right. No one was. Problem is, Matt was about to be home. So close in fact that he was right behind me as I opened the front door, and saw both me and just what I was carrying.

"Hey Rick!", he said making me jump, "What you got there?"

"Nothing!" I answered pulling the package closer to me but it was too late, he'd already seen.

"Hey are those nappies?"

I thought about saying 'no' but there was no point as I'd left the supermarket so quickly that I hadn't bothered with a plastic bag – not the package probably would have fitted into one anyway – so there was no covering up just what the package contained as not only was there large pictures of nappies all over it, but it said in enough places "Nappies" and "Teenager", that there was no way Mat could have missed it.

Thankfully I had an excuse ready for this as well, I just hadn't expected to be using it either so soon or too Matt, as I'd always assumed it would have been my parents who would have rumbled something was going on first. Still it was all I had to I used it: "It's for a school project."

"What sort of project?" he asked, cocking his head to one side, like he always did when he was asking questions.

"Its so we understand what it's like to be a baby." I lied missing out the more parent friendly part about it being anti-teenage pregnancy sex education as Matt didn't need to hear that bit.

"So what do you have to do with them."

Now at this stage, I possibly could have said something on the lines of carrying out experiments on the nappies to see how they work and stuff, but I didn't as, well Matt wasn't as daft as he liked to make out, and I was fairly sure he'd already guessed the answer to his question, so I went with plan B. "I thought as the project is to know what its like to be a baby that I'd wear them."

Most eleven year old boys on being told their big brother is going to be wearing nappies probably would have burst into giggles, or at least been surprised, but not Matt. He just shrugged like it was the most normal thing he'd ever heard which I guess is a little odd, but then that's what he was like. Nothing seemed to bother him ever. Not since we were little kids. However on this occasion Matt had reason not to be surprised.

"Is that why you were looking up baby shops and stuff the other day?"

"Yeah, for my project." I answered even as I blushed, while mentally kicking myself for not covering my tracks better.

"And is that why you had that baby thing on the other week too. The one I had to help you out off?"

Matt had been the one to help me out of the onesie I'd got stuff in at the secret room, but as he'd only seen the collar, poking out of my regular clothes, and hadn't said anything at the time, I hadn't realised he knew what it was. Still that was just like him to notice something odd like that and then not say anything about it. Anyway, seeing as he knew already, I told him it was, implying that it was all part of the project too.

"What else are you going to do?" his head cocked to the side, "I mean are you going to use them?"

"Not if I don't have too." I lied.

He thought for a moment. "Doesn't seem like much point in wearing them if don't use them."

"I guess." He shrugged apparently okay with that answer, and even coming up with a suggestion of his own. "You know what you should do. You should wait until the weekend when mum and dad are going away and leaving us, then you could wear them all the time, and really get to feel what it's like to be a baby."

It was a great idea and one I should have thought about on my own. There was, however one problem. Our parents weren't leaving us totally on our own, the neighbours would be keeping an eye on us, plus Liam's parents had promised to look in to.

"They won't notice what you're wearing." Matt pointed out, when I mentioned this, "and anyway they'll probably only phone anyway."

That was as far as the conversation went at that time, as Matt just wondered off leaving me to get my package of nappies upstairs where, naturally the first thing I did was to try on one of the nappies I'd just bought as there was still several hours before our parents were due home.

Inside my room I stripped off my clothes, to find I was already erect just at the thought of putting one on in a situation where someone may see me but still that didn't stop me from putting it on just as I always had done that first time in the secret room without baby powder or oil, just straight on.

Once the tapes were all done up, I moved to my mirror to see what it looked like and was a little surprised to see they looked different to the ones in the secret room, as these were if anything a little more bulky than those ones, so they really made my bum bulge out, but at least they also hid my erection within the soft folds at the front.

I didn't have anything else to do other than stay in my room, so that's what I did, sitting around with just the nappy on, while going about my normal routine of playing computer games, and so on which is how I didn't notice my parents coming home until Matt knocked on my door.

"Mum and dad are back but they want us to go shopping with them, right now."

Matt hadn't come in, as that was the rule in our house, if a door was closed you knocked and waited until someone said it was okay for you to enter. Of course I didn't do that, just shouted back through the door that I'd be down in a minute. Only for Matt to shout right back that I didn't have a minute and that we were leaving right now to miss the traffic and if I didn't hurry up then dad would want to know why?

I had a split second to make up my mind. On the one hand, I didn't want to take the chance of getting caught wearing the nappy but on the other, I'd only just put it on and to take it off now would be a waste, given that the tapes never resealed the second time, and the darn things were hardly cheep. So instead of doing the safe thing, I just pulled my boxers and trousers back on, right over the top of the nappy and high tailed it downstairs and out into the car where the rest of my family was waiting for me.

The chat in the car was standard family things, right up until we reached the shopping centre where, Matt whispered to me while nodding down at my lap, "Are you wearing one now?"

"I told you I was going to try one." I whispered back.

"Yeah but I didn't think you'd do it with mum and dad around. Just don't expect me to change you."

"I don't." I mumbled back giving him a brotherly shove as, well, I didn't expect him to do that. In fact I'd never even thought of it until he'd mentioned it but now he had, I couldn't stop thinking about it all the time we went around the stores with mum and dad.

"Hey, you know what," Matt whispered later on, once we'd managed to disentangle ourselves from our parents, "I was thinking about your project."

"What about it?"

"Well if you are going to be wearing a nappy like a baby then maybe you should wear other clothes like they do to."

Naturally, I'd thought about this and would have loved to bring home some of the babyish clothes from the secret room, but couldn't as even Matt would be likely to ask where it all came from although I had already thought that I could get away with wearing the footed pyjamas at night, as I could put those on in my room and then take them off again in the morning, so Matt wouldn't see them.

Matt though was struggling with the obvious problem of where to get stuff babyish enough in a size that would fit a fourteen year old. Even a slightly short one like me. So we spent the next fifteen minutes hanging out at a fast food restaurant, watching to see what all the little kids and babies were wearing, and then trying to work out if we could get anything like that for me. Which is when Matt spotted this somewhat cubby toddler in shortalls.

"I've seen older girls wearing them." I said, "but never boys and anyway where would we get them."

Matt went into his thinking mode, with his hands holding his chin, before exclaiming: "I've got an idea. Come on."

It took me a few minutes to work out where Matt was going, but then I knew he was on to something as the charity shops that were around the edges of the shopping centre, often had really weird out of date stuff and sure enough in the second one we came across a pair of shortalls that probably would have fitted me. Had they not be all pink and lacy. There was no way I was going to wear them as I may like dressing up like a baby, but it was a boy baby not a girl one.

"Hey what about these?" Matt suggested a in the next shop but one, pulling a pair of full length bib overalls out of a rack, that was covered in a rather childish thin red and white vertical strips. "We could cut the legs off."

It was a good idea, although there was the issue of neither of us being particularly good at sewing, but Matt said that mum used some sort of tape that got folded into the clothes and then ironed, so that it stayed there. No one needed to do any sewing. Which pretty much settled it, as those overalls were also the best we were likely to come up with, given the time limit we had to get back to Mum and dad so bought them.

Over the next few days, leading up to the weekend mum and dad were going away, I didn't do any baby stuff, as both Matt and I worked out that in order to be allowed to stay home alone, we'd best be on best behaviour, which naturally meant I couldn't be seen skulking in my room, or disappearing off to the secret room to play baby. So it wasn't until that Saturday that we actually got to work on the overalls to try and turn them into something a baby would wear.

We stood waving at the car until mum and dad, went around the corner at the end of the road, and then we gave them another half an hour to make sure they didn't 'forget' anything and come back to see if we were up to anything. (they never had before but I was getting paranoid about this stuff!)

Then finally when we were sure that we were alone, I told Matt to go get Mum's sewing kit, while I got changed.

The overalls were hidden in my room, along with what remained of the nappies – which was most of them – so it didn't take me long to strip of my regular clothes and put them on and go back downstairs where Matt was waiting.

As always in these situations Matt was all business, acting more like a fitter at some posh shop than my little brother, but then I needed his help to get the adjustment on the shoulder straps right as whoever had designed these things – and I guess they had to be designer as who else would have thought they were a good idea – had put the slides that made the shoulder straps longer or shorter at the back where the wearer couldn't possible reach them.

Anyway, once we got the shoulder straps so they were tight over my shoulders, and held the bid part up nice and straight over my chest, Matt took out a large black marker pen from mum's sewing kit and drew lines around the overalls, just above my knees. Then he told me take them off.

It wasn't worth me going back upstairs so I slipped the overalls off there in the living room and stood around in my boxer shorts while Matt took out the large scissors from the box, and sliced the lower parts of the leg right off before giving them back to me to try on.

It was a weird feeling putting the now shortalls back on, as just be removing the lower part of the leg, now they felt so much lighter and more airy then they had before, and even felt childish in an odd sort of way.

"Go and look in the hall mirror and see what you think?" Matt suggested and I did just that, carefully examining myself in the reflection from all angles, and coming to a conclusion that I suggested to Matt once I was back in the front room.

"I bet if the legs were even shorter then I'd look even more like a baby!"

Matt thought we should try, but rather than cutting the legs down more, perhaps we should just pin them up this time, in case we change our minds later on, which was, naturally a good idea, so this time, before I took them off he used a bit of chalk to mark the legs about mid-way up my thigh.

When they were done, I put the shortalls back on – being careful of the pins naturally – and couldn't believe just much younger I looked now that some of my thighs were on show which made me wonder if we made them shorter still, would I look even younger as, after all, at their current length they were about the same length as the shorts I wore for school sports. Maybe if they were shorter still, that would be different enough to make me feel younger. It was worth a try.

"You know." Matt suggested when he'd finished marking them up, "If you're going to wear them this short then you'd best be careful that your nappies don't show under them."

It was a good idea, so this time I didn't put the now even shorter shortalls on right away but took them upstairs where I first put on one of my nappies from my secret stash, before pulling the shortalls over the top of them and sure enough Matt was right. They were now way too short as there was barely any leg left on them at all and what there was barely, if at all, covered up the nappy I was wearing when I was standing up, and didn't at all if I sat down. This was clearly no good as, as much as I liked wearing nappies I didn't want everyone to see I was doing it. However, if there was just a bit of leg then that wouldn't be an issue so that's what I told Matt to do when I went back downstairs once more wearing my boxers, but still with the nappy on underneath them.

Standing around in my boxers hadn't been a problem for me as both Matt and I had often done that before but with the nappy underneath it felt weird but it in a good way as I watched Matt measure up an inch from the first chalk line and then mark that line around half way between the not-short-enough and the too-short spots.

This, Matt explained to me, was to be the last time so I had to be certain as he wasn't doing it again, especially not when I teased him for sounding just like mum, but all the same he still pinned the legs up and had me put them on to try them out for length – which was perfect even if my boxers did show – before moving into the utility room where mum had her ironing board set up.

Clearly Matt had previously read the instructions about how to use the hemming tape as he got straight down to work. First ironing a heavy crease into the sport where he'd pinned the legs of the shortalls up, then taking out the pins and unrolling them. Once that was done, he cut off the waste below the new crease, before refolding them up, this time with the hem tape inside them which he then ironed into place to hold the entire thing together.

When the first leg was done, Matt tested it by pulling on the new hem which held, so he repeated it all on the other leg until that too was hemmed up nice and short.

It was lunch time before it was done, so Matt suggested that I go put them on while he got started on our food, but, he added, telling me to take my boxers off this time, as the shortalls looked 'silly' with them sticking out the bottom.

Upstairs, I nearly ripped my boxers trying to get them off and the shortalls on. I hadn't even tried on the ones in the secret room and yet now I had a pair of my own that my little brother had made for me. How weird was that? Still probably not as weird as I looked in the shortalls or how childish, and juvenile especially if I tightened the straps on the shortalls a little bit so they the crotch would ride up a little and rub against the nappy, greatly increasing the rustling and crinkling it made whenever I took a step.

"Dinner's ready!" Matt shouted up to me a short while later while I was still getting used to the sound and feel of my new clothing, but even above the crinkling of the nappy beneath the shortalls I'd heard the microwave announcing the meals mum had prepared before she'd left were done.

When I got to the kitchen Matt had already got the table laid for us with my place being on the far side meaning that I had to go past him and I swear when I did he smiled at the sounds coming from inside the shortalls, but that's not all he did.

I was just going passed his chair when he turned to me he said "You look sort of cute like that Rick!" and patted me on the bum.

Now normally something like that would have been totally unacceptably and I don't think I knew of anyone who would have done that to someone my age, but then, as I already knew, and as Matt had just pointed out, I hardly looked my age did I. Plus, it did seem to be part of the whole 'baby' thing so I let it go.

The weirdness didn't stop there either for no sooner had I sat down than Matt asked if I wanted a bib? Or rather he asked if "baby Ricky" wanted a bib. Again no one had called me Ricky since I was in infants and as for the 'baby' part well but then, again, I was dressed like a baby, so why not.

"I've got a bib for you." Matt repeated while I was still thinking about the name thing. "You don't want to get your clothes dirty or mum will notice them in the wash."

He had a point, of course, and sure enough he had the solution as he was holding one of those large ones you get from a rib restaurant so you don't get sauce all over

yourself. So anyway, I nodded and he go up, walked around the table behind me and put it on.

It was embarrassing for me to have my little brother putting a bib on my, but at the same time, it did make me feel even more babyish which, after all, as far as Matt knew was the point of the 'report' I was writing.

Nothing else of interest happened during dinner, Matt and I talked and eat about various non-important things totally ignoring what I was wearing, which to be fair was mostly hidden by the table and the bib.

When dinner was done, we cleaned up – well put plates in the dishwasher – and then went to the lounge to watch some TV for a bit until just before nine o'clock when Matt told me it was my bed time.

"You what?" I snapped at him. "Even you don't go to bed this early when mum and dad are here, so how come you think I'm going to."

He turned to me slowly muting the sound on the TV as he did so, "Because nine o'clock is the watershed when only big boys can stay up and watch."

It was something our parents had used to say to us when we were little, but that was naturally some five years ago for me, but when I went to argue the point Matt just looked down at the long lengths of my bare legs sticking out from under the shortalls to make his point. So off I went.

Of course I had my own reasons for wanting to go to bed that both did and didn't have anything to do with being treated like a baby and that had to do with the things I'd bought from the nursery secret room and which Matt didn't know about. He probably through I just wanted to change out of the baby stuff and into big boy clothes again, but he couldn't have been more wrong about that, as I had a sleeper suit to wear.

The sleeper was just like the sort of thing that Rick's kid brother Bobby had, so it wasn't anything like normal pyjamas that some little boys wear, made up of a pair of loose trousers and a matching pullover. This was all in one piece with a zip up the back. Not only that, it even had built in feet with soles on them like slippers just like little Bobby's did. But they also had something that Bobby's didn't. To match the feet, it had mittens – you know gloves without any fingers – on the end of the arms. Other than that though it looked fairly regular as it was light blue, with little white stripes down it, with a band of white at the collar and around the wrists, hiding the Velcro that held the mittens on. I'd been dying to try it out at the secret room, but I clearly couldn't stay there all night, but now I could stay at home in it as, Matt wouldn't come into my room until the morning giving me plenty of time to sleep like a baby.

Before that, however, I needed to use the toilet, which, if I'd been following the rules of the so-called project I'd used as an excuse to wear a nappy in front of my little brother, I wasn't allowed to do, but I only had a limited supply of nappies and didn't want to use them all up too quickly so, just this once, I took it off before doing my business into the toilet like a big boy.

Once that was done, I returned to my room, and after using some of the baby powder I'd also bought with me, I put the same nappy back on again only, of course, having been used already the tapes didn't stick all that well. However I'd already thought of a way to solve that problem, which is why I had a roll of packing tape up in my room.

At first I attempted to use the packing tape in the same way the nappy's own tapes worked. Using just a few thin strips around each hip to hold the nappy closed but soon it was clear that this wasn't going to work too well, so in the end I just went for it and wrapped the tape all the way around my waist, which certainly made sure the nappy wouldn't be coming off in a hurry which was just as well given that I was intending to be wearing it all night and didn't want it leaking anywhere.

This just left the sleeper to get on which I always knew was going to be a challenge because of the zipper running up the back which would have been tricky enough even without the mittens. But I had an idea for that, taken from a holiday a year or so early when we'd all gone surfing in wetsuits. Those too also zip up the back and to make it easier they had a long cord fixed to the zipper tab so you could just pull it up over your shoulder, or down by your waist and the zipper would go up and down accordingly.

It worked too when I tested it the first time without the mittens so although it was still only nine thirty in the evening and still light outside, I started to get ready for bed.

I already had my legs in the sleeper, when I remembered the other thing I'd bought from the secret nursery to try out. A night time dummy. This was similar in most ways to the others that I'd tried out while I was there, but this one was designed, as the name suggested, to stay in all night so had a slightly larger bulb, that was made out of some sort of stuff that still allowed you to breath even though it filled your mouth up almost completely.

The dummy was a little tricky to get in until I discovered that the large ring fitted to the base plate turned through ninety degrees. When you did this the bulb part both softened up and shrank down allowing it to just slip right into your mouth. Then when you turned it again – something which took both hands as you had to use one to hold the plate and the other to turn – the bulb both grew and went hard again, trapping itself behind your teeth so there was no way you could spit it out.

When the dummy was in place and locked, it hide all of my mouth behind the face plate but I was still able to suck on it like a baby despite the fact I couldn't move my tongue and of course, couldn't talk, but then babies can't, can they.

It was then time to pull the sleeper all the way up, which took a bit of work, at least once it was past the waist anyway. That much I could do with my hands outside, and even got to start the zip slightly but that's all I could do before I had to put my arms into the sleeves where it took a little bit of tugging to get my hands through the waistbands of the sleeper and into the actual mittens. The elastic of the sleeves closing quite snugly then around my wrists once more, as I started to heave and push in order to work the sleeper up my arms and onto my shoulders.

Now was the tricky part as this was as far as I could get with my hands in mittens, and now I had to do a bit of gymnastic work in order to reach around behind and grab the cord attached to the zipper. Only I couldn't actually grab it as my hands had no grip in the mittens. Thankfully I'd already thought of this by placing a loop in the end of the cord that I just had to work onto my wrist. Then lift my arm up over my shoulder and pull.

It took a while but it worked. As I tugged on the cord the zipper started to move up my back, closing up the back of the sleeper, as it went until it was right at the top. There it met a bit of resistance that had me tugging a little on it before I felt the zip give that last little bit and then click into place, as the wide white collar closed around my neck, meaning the sleeper was fully closed.

Moving over to my mirror I was, I have to say, very pleased with the way I looked in the sleeper as I now realised that the white lines on it weren't just there to make a pretty pattern but that they were actually a little bit luminous as was the collar, the wrist bands, and even the soles of my feet so if nothing else there was no danger of my getting lost in the night.

That wasn't the only thing I noticed about the sleeper though, as I turned to examine myself from various angles. The material was not only quite thin, yet quite warm, but it was also slightly see through so you could easily make out the contrast of my skin and the whiteness of the nappy I was wearing underneath it, although the amount of packing tape I'd put on did spoil that slightly. Still it was a look I liked – a lot – not that without it the nappy would have been completely invisible of course, as just as it had had done beneath all my other clothes, it bulged out making not only my bum look big, but also poking out my front too, although some of that was probably down to the erection I'd got when I saw myself in the sleeper.

When I'd finished admiring myself, I decided that I'd best get to bed, only with the mittens on I had some trouble getting the duvet back as I couldn't even grip that, but given that the sleeper was warm enough, I didn't really need the duvet so once I'd got it off – more by kicking it than anything else – I left it on the floor and just lay down on the mattress itself.

It was a shame it was a bed I was laying on rather than a proper crib, but there was nothing I could do about that, as even Matt would have been suspicious if I'd bought the locking one home from the secret nursery, even if I thought I could have got away with it, and actually moved the thing.

I must have lay there for nearly half an hour, or maybe even longer before the urge to pee came over me. Naturally I wasn't the slightest bit tired as it was way too early in the evening for that, but I had drunk quite a bit of apple juice during dinner, as that was the nearest thing we had to something a baby would drink – my regular soda being a bad idea of course – but now I was going to pay the price. Although it was a price I was rather willing to pay.

Rolling onto my back I relaxed my body as much as I could, but even so it took a while for the wee to come as, after all, I still wasn't all that used to wetting myself just yet, but I had learned enough to try to control just how fast I wet myself so that the nappy wouldn't become overwhelmed and unable to control the flooding I was giving it. This meant having a wee took longer than normal but that just added to the fun as it made the sensations of the warm, wet liquid flooding out of me, and then around the nappy also last longer.

The sensation of my own wee moving about within the nappy really turned me on, which clearly is a little bit weird but I didn't really care by then, as I just loved the sensation of the wet stuff moving about around my nuts and down between my buttocks, that no sooner had I finished having a wee, then I was every bit as stiff as before, if not a little more. So stiff in fact that it was obvious that I was going to have to do something about it. Only I couldn't do the normal thing anymore.

The mitten, not only didn't have any fingers but they didn't have any thumbs either which is I why I had been unable to told onto anything and as I now found out, also the reason that I could have a wank either. Of course I couldn't have a normal wank anyway, as I had a nappy and a full body sleeper on, but as I soon discovered I couldn't even rub myself between the legs to get off either. I had that little grip in my hands that I just couldn't get enough of a hold on myself through all that padding. So I had to call for plan B.

I doubt there's any modern boy of fourteen who only does it the one way, even if he only uses his other hand from time to time. Me though, I knew loads of ways to bring myself off, from pressing against the washing machine when it's in full spin to the way I was about to use and which involved me turning over onto my front, and, under normal conditions putting a pillow under my middle so I could hump it. Couldn't do that this time, as I couldn't get hold of the pillow with my useless hands, so instead combined the two methods I'd tried. My hands therefore were stuffed under my middle, so that the front of the nappy rested right on them, and they could act as the pillow. Or in other words I humped my hands.

It took forever but sure was fun. I can only imagine what I looked like, a teenage boy dressed in a very babyish all in one sleeper suit complete with feet and mittens with a dummy in his mouth, laying face down on his bed humping it for all he was worth. It wasn't as if I was even being quite. All that activity made my nappy rustle away like crazy, while I was breathing pretty hard, even with the dummy in my mouth. Those both things reinforcing the image I had of myself as a big baby, wearing nappies and dressing in babyish clothing, which soon bought my mind around to the way Matt had treated me at dinner with the bib and everything. Even that had been a slight turn on, to be treated like that by someone else.

Soon I wasn't imagine myself dressing up like a baby in private anymore but doing so in public. Well not public as such but in front of people I knew. Not girls or even adults but other boys. It started with Matt but soon moved onto Andy and even Liam. I'd seen Liam with little Bobby so he knew what to do to look after a boy in a nappy, so it was him I imagined being my babysitter, treating me like a baby, dressing me in the shortalls, the sleeper and other things from the secret nursery and even, changing me. It being that last thought, that caused me to unload a second liquid into my nappy.

Chapter Six
Andy

Andy Madding returned to the secret room with an idea to try out something that he'd never done before. He just wasn't sure what that was going to be but he knew the dungeon would have just the answer.

His buttocks were now fully recovered from the self spanking so he could do that again, and the marks around his wrists and ankles from his adventure as a prisoner had also cleared up but he'd done both those things and now wanted to do something different.

The dungeon had a lot of options built into it but some of those ruled themselves out as impractical for a fourteen year old boy to operate on his own. For example Andy really liked the idea of being locked in the stocks, but it didn't take much of a look over the heavy wooden instrument to realise that not only wouldn't he be able to get out of them on his own, but that he wouldn't be able to lock himself into them in the first place. Of course that didn't stop him from lifting up the top board and putting his head into the slot made for it, before closing the board down again. That alone gave him a thrill that stretched the front of his trousers, but his hands had to remain free so he didn't get that sense of being totally helpless that he liked so much.

Moving around the dungeon Andy examined all the large items of torture equipment it contained, but found none that really fitted into his idea of what he wanted to do, not that he had that much of an idea, but they all seemed just that little bit over the top for his liking, and not fun at all. At least those he could actually work out didn't. The recliner chair left him completely baffled just as it had done the first time he'd seen it with his mates that fateful day when they'd come into the old house to escape from the worst of the weather.

The chair just looked so out of place in the dungeon, given that it was covered in a soft material in contrast to all the leather, steel and wood, that everything else was made off. When the three boys had first seen it, Liam had suggested that it was just somewhere to sit down, but Andy hadn't been so sure, and certainly none of the boys had actually wanted to attempt to sit on it, largely due to the way the foot rest was split apart at a funny angle, that would clearly allow access to the more private parts of whoever was sitting in it. This clearly meant that its intend purpose was something more than just resting, but what? Andy wished he knew, but right now he had other things to look at.

Moving away from the chair, the teenager went back to examining the various things in the room, moving past the spanking implements and the rack of handcuffs, shackles and other bondage items, towards the only parts of the display he had yet to see in detail. The part that had, given the three friends more giggles than any other part of the entire place. The sex toys.

All school boys knew about sex toys, or at least thought they did, Andy though had spent a little more time researching these than most of his peers and for different reasons too. They interested him, not as jokes, or even novelty items but for what they were. Of course, he couldn't let his mates know this so he'd feigned innocence about what, the various strange things were, and where they went, while all the time having a pretty good idea about all of it.

Some of the items were obvious in their use, having long since entered into many a schoolboy joke, others were helped along by looking like the things they pretended to be, while others, where just weird yet Andy knew them all. From the ordinary smooth finished dildos, through the butt plugs to the anal beads. Not that he'd seen any of the things before but he just had the sort of enquiring mind that could work out the use for nearly all of them.

Only the one series of items had confused him back then but now he knew what even that was. The strong rubber ring with the metal cage fitted over the top, and sealed with a small padlock, hadn't appeared to have any particular use, appearing out of place along with all the other anal devices, but now Andy had realised it was a chastity device he knew what it was there, and just what good use it could be put use to. He was even thinking about putting it to some use, right up until he saw the item behind it on the shelf.

Shaped like an oversized cigar tube, it had fallen down, and was laying on the shelf instead of standing up as it once clearly had done. Made from clear, strong, yet soft plastic, the centre was hollow, with a top that tempered down, while at the other end a rubber seal closed off the only open part of the tube, to which was attached a short strap and buckle. The words, "Self lubricating" were written onto the side final giving away that it was a masturbation device just like the one Andy's peers would often joke about, while at the same time never admitting that they actually masturbated themselves.

At last Andy had found something new he could try and although he was a little apprehensive about putting his erection into anything, that wasn't going to stop him trying this thing out but where?

The recliner was the only real seat in the room, so that was the obvious place for the teenager to head towards.

Placing the masturbation device on the arm of the chair, Andy wasted no time in pushing down his jeans, before deciding he may as well remove the rest of his clothes while he was at it.

Once naked, with his erection poking up in front of him, already leaking slightly, Andy settled himself into the chair, sitting all the way back before once more picking up the masturbation device which he then positioned over the head of his erection.

As if by magic, as soon as the rubber seal at the bottom of the tube came into contact with Andy's erection, the entire device gave a little shudder and appeared to suck the teenager's erection all the way down inside it. The tube sliding all the way down in one motion, aided by the proclaimed self-lubrication that had the teenager groaning in soft pleasure.

It took a few minutes for Andy to get used to having something on his erection, but before he did, he realised he couldn't sit there holding the thing on himself, as that would be the same as having a wank. Then he remembered the strap on the bottom of the tube, and realised that if he fastened that around the underside of his balls, then it would hold the tube in place, leaving his hands free, to imagine it was someone else working him over. So that's what he did.

When the strap was fastened, it did indeed hold the tube in place but also seemed to set it into proper action so it really did feel like Andy was being wanked off by someone. Someone who knew exactly what they were doing. So much so that he could feel himself bulging out inside the tube, as it intensified its up and down motion.

More and more lubricant both leaked from the tube, and from the boy's organ inside it, as the motions surrounding it varied from soft and gentle up to intense and rather rough. But then, just as Andy felt himself reaching the verge of coming – which he did by letting out a loud moan – the tube suddenly stopped it's motion to become totally still, leaving the fourteen year old right on the edge of orgasm, with an organ that throbbed so hard, he felt a little bit faint.

Feeling the blood drain from his body, down to his groin, Andy inadvertently settled back into the recliner, which triggered the chairs built in mechanism to begin the process for which it had been carefully programmed and which once started couldn't be stopped.

The first Andy knew about this was when the restraints snapped into place. Metal clamps appearing out of invisible slots in the chair's coverings, to hold his wrists onto the arms rests, and his legs onto the foot rests which was all it took to render him helpless stuck onto the chair. A chair which then began to move.

There wasn't much movement in the upper parts of the chair although the seat did move forward slightly and the back lower down, but most of the movement was in the footrests. These not only slid slightly further apart but also rose both up and back so that Andy's knees were pulled back until they were all but level with then ends of the arm rests where his hands remained trapped.

And then things got even weirder.

From out of a panel set beneath the foot rest came a mechanical arm, that whipped itself around until it landed firmly, with a loud smack, on Andy's right buttock that was now hanging over the seat of the chair. Then it did it again.

Unable to see what was going on, as his view was now blocked by his head was now too low down to see, Andy was all the same well aware that he was being spanked slow and steady in a pre-programmed way that was, nonetheless, soon starting to sting.

From time to time the spanking would get harder and faster but for the most part it kept to the same pace, a pace that although didn't land any particular sharp blows, itself, did soon build up its intensity until there were tears in the teenager's eyes through which he could just make out that he was starting to go soft inside the tube.

However, as soon as Andy's erection started to wilt the tube sprang back into action, working itself up and down his penis until it was once more standing up at full erection inside it's smooth prison, and once more ready to shoot it's load only to be denied that for a second time.

Andy's mind was soon taken away from his denied orgasm, when the automated spanking he was getting moved up a notch so that whereas before it had felt like he was being spanked by someone's hand, not it felt like they'd picked up a hairbrush and were using the back on his bottom. Hard.

The gasps from the masturbation machine now changed to a different sort of sound, as the spanking became harder and faster until Andy was yelping at the pain it was giving him, which naturally caused the blood to leave his erection, which in turn started the masturbation device up again.

The combination of the tube working on his erection and the spanking was now so intense that Andy was both moaning in pain and pleasure, while tears ran freely across is face.

On and on the duel action went, with Andy getting to the verge of orgasm from the manipulation only for the spanking to drive that out of him again, and then for the entire process to repeat itself over and over again, until the tears turned to sobs both of pain and frustration.

The spanking was already beyond a point that Andy had taken on any previous occasion he'd spanked himself, and close to the point where he thought he wouldn't be able to take it anymore, and he was right, just not in the direction he thought as it was right about then that the masturbation device miscalculated and the teenager was able to experience the most intense ejaculation of all his fourteen years.

The spanking continued for a few minutes beyond the point where Andy had shot his load but by then he really didn't care about the sharp slaps his rear was getting as he was still basking in the glow of an orgasm that he would be bound to remember for the rest of his life.

Chapter Seven
Rick & Liam

Baby Ricky awoke a little more groggily than usual, even though his alarm clock was buzzing away fit to burst beside his bed. Like every teenager on the planet Rick woke slowly, running on automatic pilot, to get out of bed.

The instant he was on his feet Rick became aware of the heaviness between his legs caused by the nappy he was wearing, beneath the footed and mitten sleeper he still now regular wore to bed and which he would need his little brother's help to get out of.

It had been totally embarrassing the first he'd had to sneak into Matt's room, to ask him to work out what had happened with the neck fastening but, to his credit the eleven year old, hadn't batted an eye-lid, just set to work freeing his older sibling from the all in one suit.

Since that day, the routine had become set in the Derek house, one that the boys managed to keep secret from their parents but which allowed for Rick to be Baby Ricky at least at night. Now, when Rick came home from school he would change into his nappy, and shortalls and remain in them until he heard whichever of his parents came home first, then he'd change back into his regular clothes. However, at night he'd change back, putting on the sleeper with the built in feet and mittens, just as he had that first time, and which he needed help getting out off, which is what Matt would do. His brother coming into his room, just after getting up to help Baby Ricky to undo his sleeper before going about his own routine, leaving his sibling to turn back into a teenager for school. Or so he thought anyway.

Sitting on the side of his bed Baby Ricky waited for his brother to appear resisting the never ending temptation to rub his groin with his hand, as he knew it would do no good and yet he so dearly wanted to as this was the day he was going to take his 'experiment' (as he continued to call his nappy wearing whenever Matt was around) to the next level. He was going to actually wear a nappy at school.

The day couldn't have been any more perfect for what Rick had in mind as not only was it a shorter school day than usual but it was one of the seemingly regular mufti days, meaning the pupils and staff could come wearing whatever they wanted to given him the option to choose some clothes that would conceal his nappy more than his regular uniform would have done. In the back of Rick's mind he wished it was a fancy dress day and that he could have gone as a proper teenage baby with clothes from the secret nursery or at least his shortalls, but he knew, deep down he just wasn't ready for that sort of exposure so this was to be the next best thing.

His clothes for the day were already selected. Shoes and socks as normal, but then the baggiest jeans he owned to hide the bulk of the nappy, and to finish off a large over sized t-shirt that would hand way down past his waist and so conceal as much as possible.

Once released from his sleeper, Rick acted as normal as possible, changing out of his baby clothes, before heading for the shower and then back into his room to put on a track suit before heading down to the breakfast his mum had laid out for him and his brother. It was then, only after seeing his mother off to work, and helping to clear up the kitchen that he returned to his room to get ready for school and then heading out to spend his first day at school in a nappy.

Registration passed at the slow crawl it always did, not least as none of Rick's mates were in the same form he was, so once the register had gone past his name, there was nothing for him to do but sit, half listening to the day's announcements while gazing out of the window while trying to work out just how many of his classmate's clothes could hide a nappy. Not that he thought any of them did. He just liked to think about it.

Rick's first real class of the day was maths not a subject he excelled at but one Liam Marshall did, which is why Rick made a b-line for the younger of his two mates

Pleased to have arrived before Andy so that he would have the advantage of copying off his brighter friend, should the need arrive.

The lesson passed fairly painlessly right up until almost the last minute, when seemingly out of the blue, Liam asked Rick an apparently normal question but one which made the older boy's blood run cold.

"Hey what are you wearing?" Liam asked, his head cocked slightly to the side.

It took a few moments for Rick to answer, during which time the mad thought that he'd been rumbled came into his head only to be dismissed again as nonsense. "Combat jeans and t-shirt." He eventually replied, before adding a comment about Liam being able to see that for himself.

"Yeah I can see that, but are you wearing something underneath, like shorts or something, cos you look really puffy around done there."

Following a natural reaction for a boy his age whenever another one mentions his 'down there' Rick shifted uncomfortably in his seat, adding to his problems when he made a very audible crinkling sound. This left his vocalization that he was just wearing normal boxers, slight more half hearted then it should have been and gave Liam more information than had been intended.

"That's odd," the younger boy said with a smirk on his face, "as the only underwear I know about that crinkles whenever you move is what my little brother Bobby wears, and it's not like you're going to be wearing anything like that, now is it?"

"Of course not." Snapped Rick, sharply enough to bring their conversation to the attention of the teacher, who soon put a stop to it, much to Rick's relief as that gave him the perfect chance to take care of business, and he asked to be excused.

"Make it quick!" the teacher said, but Ricky couldn't risk any haste making the noise of his nappy any worse so he took a normal paced trip to the front of the class and then out, where he headed to his locker to collect his bag and then to the nearest toilet.

Inside, Rick made a quick check he was alone before, heading into the end stall, and locking the door.

For a moment he stood there listening to see if anyone was about before he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles, then off hanging them on the hook fixed to the back of the stall door.

Carefully he unpeeled the tape from the sides of his nappy, and pulled it off. He already had a plan of how to dispose of it, in a bundle of paper towels and then buried in the bin where it should remain undiscovered, and even if it was found no one would know it was his. It would be a shame to have to throw it away given that he'd barely used it, but he couldn't risk going around school smelling of wee anymore than he could be discovered wearing a nappy.

Opening his bag, he took out his spare nappy, some wipes and a tub of powder. The nappy he unfolded and placed on the closed toilet seat while he cleaned himself up with the wipes. This, as usual, made him stiff, but he daren't take the time to pleasure himself, so just worked around his hardness, before dusting himself with a touch of the powder, again afraid to use too much in case someone noticed the smell.

Finally Rick sat on the nappy, taped it around his sides, before pulling his big boy trousers back on.

Liam Marshall gave Rick an strange smile when he finally returned to the class but didn't say anything. At least not until break time.

Meeting up with Andy Madding, the three friends sort out their usual place sitting on a low wall around the back of the school where they sat around talking about the various things that boys their age talk about. Andy, for reasons he never explained preferred to remain standing, after only a few seconds on the low wall, which, it has to be said wasn't all that comfortable to sit on, which is why Liam fidgeted from time to time. Rick though, with his extra rear padding barely noticed.

The wall where they sat was about as far from the main school buildings as they could get which, naturally is why they had picked it a couple of years earlier, but it also meant they were some distance from the toilets, so, when it came time that one of them needed to relieve himself, they would hope over the wall, standing technically "out of bounds" while the watered the walls foundations. Liam was the first to give into this temptation followed a short time later by Andy.

"You not going to have a piss, Rick?" Liam asked once Andy was busy doing his thing.

"Don't need to."

"Why's that?" the younger boy asked, looking down without any subtly as the well padded middle section of his friend.

"Because I'm wearing a nappy."

Liam nearly choked, at least he would have done had he been eating anything: "What? You are?"

"No of course not. Stupid. Why would I be wearing a nappy?"

"Well," Liam's face went all serious, "Bobby's doctor said that sometimes boys our age start having, you know, accidents, for a short while, and that sometimes, they have to wear nappies for a bit but its nothing to be embarrassed about or anything."

Naturally, Rick found this bit of information more than a little interesting but was saved from having to say anything as Andy was climbing back over the way, rubbing a strange red mark around his wrist as he did so. "What lesson you all got next?" he asked butting right into their conversation.

Without taking his eyes from Rick, Liam answered over his shoulder, "Same as you, like at every time this week."

"Oh Right!" Andy shrugged, not having the best memories for these things. "What about you Rick!"

Rick explained that he'd got a spare half a lesson, due to some teacher training thing, but didn't tell his friends that he had a very special plan of what he was going to do during that time. One that was rather risky but which, none the less he was excited about. He was going to wet himself. Not a lot, just a bit too see what it was like to wear a wet nappy for some time without the option of being able to change it. It was something he'd done at home, but to do it in the yard at school as long as he cleaned himself up enough before the next lesson.

Naturally Rick waited until some minutes after the school bell had rung for the start of the next lesson, watching until all of his peers had dutifully trotted back inside the building, before checking that the few who remained outside, like himself were otherwise occupied, before he slipped off the wall, and stood behind it as if he was going to the toilet normally. He even put his hands down at the front of his body as if he was holding himself, when in reality he didn't even have his fly open, as he didn't need to. .

From experience, Rick knew to let his pee out slow and steady, with occasional breaks in the flow to ensure the nappy would be able to absorb everything, and not get flooded. While he was doing it, the teenager wondered what it would have been like to do the ultimate thing and to mess himself. Not that he had to go, as he'd long since got into the habit of not going to the toilet during the school day, due to the danger of being paper bombed while sitting in a school cubicle. Of course this had, during the his first few months at Cherrywood Comp, led to a couple of near misses, that almost left him with a mess in his underwear, that at the time disgusted him but now, excited him. How weird was that.

Rick had just about finished emptying his bladder when he spotted Liam running towards across the yard with some news that ruined his entire plan. The free period Rick had been expecting had been extended to cover the entire school who were now expected in the hall for a big meeting of some sort. Liam having managed to slip out to tell him which he did although after he did he had something else to say, that was even worse than his original news.

"Oh did you have an accident?" The younger boy asked, nodding towards his friend.

"No course not," Rick confirmed a little bit too quickly.

"Are you sure cos it looks like you did." And with that both the boys looked towards the front of Rick's trousers where there was indeed a tell tail sign that something wasn't right.

It would have been easy enough for Rick to lie and say he had but he left it too long, especially as the damp stain he was sporting wasn't in his crotch but at the top of his legs, so it would have been easy to excuse it as something else. Unfortunately, by then Liam had already recognised it for what it was, so lying was somewhat pointless, already.

"Have you... you know?" Liam's voice dropped to a whisper, even though there was no one around, yet all the same he pointed towards the middle of his friend's body. "Wet yourself!"

Rick was at a loss for what to say, although as it turned out he didn't have to say anything at all, for Liam was more than a little sure how to deal with the situation and, oddly didn't seem the slightest bit put out, and for a good reason to.

"Don't worry about it, Rick," he said, "I knew you were wearing a nappy earlier, cos you sounded just like Bobby."

"But I..." Ricky attempted to explain but his friend didn't give him the chance.

"Don't worry about it. The doctor Bobby goes to for his wetting had loads of boys our age going to him to, so its nothing to be worried about, although we'd best get you out of those wet trousers before anyone else notices.

"But I'm not wearing...." It was an automatic response that died in his mouth even as Rick started to say it, as clearly it was too late for any denials. Instead he had to get practical, for which what Liam was suggesting, was clearly the obvious answer. But how? They clearly couldn't go into the school toilets as they would be bound to be seen and worse yet, Rick's locker was right near the hall where they were meant to be along with everyone else. Thankfully Liam had an answer to that too.

"We can go to the junior school," he explained, saying that he'd done so on several occasions to change his little brother, without anyone knowing. The junior school had a special room for that, which was left unlocked so anyone could use it, what's more it was fully stocked with everything they'd need. Naturally Rick agreed but before they left Liam had one more thing to say. "You've got to be honest with me about..." he looked down at Rick's middle, "well, everything okay?"

With little real choice, Rick, of course, agreed and in doing so opened up the floodgates to what had, up until then been his most closely guarded secret. Or part of it anyway.

"I take it no one knows that you wear nappies then, Rick?" Liam asked as he started to skirt around the side of the comprehensive school, heading towards the twinned junior school that lay on the other side. "Other than your parents obviously."

"They don't know!" the older boy blurted.

"Really, they don't. You've managed to keep it a secret from them? So how do you get the nappies then?"

"I buy them." Rick explained, running quickly though the things he'd done in order to get hold of the nappies he was now wearing, but not, of course, anything about the secret nursery, or what he'd been getting up to there which turned out to be in his favour when Liam made him an offer he really wasn't expecting.

"I could get you some if you want. I'll just add them to Bobby's order on the internet."

Rick smiled for the first time since he'd wet himself. "Really! That would be great."

"Sure no problem. How often do you wet them, so I'll know how many to get."

"Not often." Rick admitted.

"So why were you wearing one today. Did you know you were going to need one or something."

Rick blushed. "Yeah, I guess."

"I guess you don't mind wearing them, cos do you know what, Bobby likes wearing his."

"He does."

"Oh sure. He doesn't like using them, obviously, but he likes wearing them. Says they make him feel like a baby again."

"A baby."

"Yeah sure, his doctor says that's not uncommon either. Seems there are some people who even wear nappies just because they like wearing them and being treated like a baby, well not so much like a baby but more like a toddler I guess."

When Rick didn't respond to that, Liam stopped and turned, to see his friend deep in thought, confirming what he was already thinking, that Rick didn't have a wetting problem at all but that he liked wearing them, and was a teen baby, just like all those Liam had read about online when he'd been 'researching' his little brother's incontinence. Naturally though, he kept this to himself. At least for now as they were just arriving at the side gate to the junior school.

"It's locked." Rick noted, accurately, but just as he'd said Liam had been that way many times before and knew the code, so it was only a couple of seconds before they were not only not standing in the street but inside a building Rick hadn't been in for over three years.

"this way," Liam whispered, leading his friend through a side corridor and into a room that was positioned right at the back of the school and which Rick was pleased to note, had a lock on the inside, similar to a toilet cubicle that would show it was 'engaged' to anyone wanting to enter.

The moment they were inside, Liam started to prove that what he'd said about being familiar with the room was perfectly true for within seconds he had a bottle of baby oil, some powder and a few baby wipes assembled and ready to go.

It was at the sight of these familiar things in his friend's hand that caused Rick to start to have second thoughts about what was about to happen. As much as he was now used to wearing nappies, even wet ones like he had on now, he wasn't at all sure about the idea of someone else knowing, even if it was his most trustworthy friend. All the same, even as he was thinking this the smell of the room and the products it contained was starting to get to him, causing him to start to stiffen inside his nappy that he put his hands down in front of himself to hide, even though Liam was still busy with his preparations.

A large vinyl mat was placed on a low table, next to the bottles and tubs of baby supplies, and a nappy. This was then joined by the one thing that truly had Rick worried, a roll of duct tape. Yet even as he worried about this, Rick became even more excited by the small of old baby products that came from the mat.

"Okay I think that's everything. Let's get started lift your arms up."

It wasn't an instruction Rick had been expecting which is why he did it without question, allowing the shorter boy to pull off his t-shirt with remarkable easy.

"Hey!" Rick complained, but Liam soon soothed his fears by pointing out that the t-shirt was so long it could get stained by the pee. This relaxed Rick, which allowed Liam to do something that should have been expected but none the less came as something of a shock. He pulled down Rick's trousers.

For the first time in his life, fourteen year old Rick Derek found himself wearing nothing but a nappy in front of another person. Not only that but the nappy was clearly wet as indicated by both the sign on the front, and the size of it, and the other person was one of his mates. If he could have died on the spot he probably would have, and yet, Liam didn't seem the slightest bit fussed, just telling him to lay down on the mat.

The vinyl was cold under on Rick's back, but then he was sweating even though the room wasn't all that warm, as he lay staring at the ceiling trying not to think about who's hands were unpeeling the tapes that held the wet nappy on him.

"Lift up." Was all Liam said, as he pulled the sodden nappy away from his friend's loins leaving him stark naked. Not that this was all that much of a shock in itself as both Rick, Liam and their mutual friend Andy Madding, had all seen each other naked any number of times so there was no need for any of them to be bothered about it, even if this situation was about as far from a school changing room, or a sleepover, than it could ever be.

Things then got that little bit weirder, just as soon as Liam had folded the used nappy up and disposed of it in the tub marked 'Biological Waste' in the corner of the room. Picking up a baby wipe he then proceeded to clean his friend's groin of any remains of the apparent 'accident' – that they both knew wasn't any sort of accident' – until Rick was once more dry.

"Oil or powder?" the younger boy then asked, in what could have been a reasonable question but which in fact, was another hidden test or how far Rick would want to go with this. When the answer came back in favour of the oil, Liam smiled to himself.

Pouring a generous amount of the clear Baby Oil, on his hand, Liam made short work of applying it all over the area of Rick's body that had been covered by the nappy, accept that is for the ever steadily growing erection.

"It's just like doing it to Bobby." The thirteen year old said, before joking, "Only he's got a little less hair than you."

"So more than you then?" Rick replied automatically, that been a favoured teasing point both he and Andy had over their friend even if he was now catching up to them. Liam though didn't reply as he was already applying an even more liberal amount of the baby oil, not to his hand, but directly to Rick's erection and the balls beneath it.

There was no further direct contact after that though. Liam made no attempt to rub the final application of baby oil into his friend's body. It was another test, he wasn't going too far. He'd have done it for Bobby, and indeed had done on many occasion, while the small boy squealed in delight, but he'd wanted Rick to ask him to do it but Rick hadn't as he hadn't realised he was meant to until it was too late and the reason for the duct tape was being explained.

The nappy that Rick was being put into although designed for older children, wasn't big enough for a fourteen year old as the oldest boy with a wetting problem in the junior school was eleven, and although a somewhat fat eleven, he was still smaller than Rick was. This meant the tapes built into the nappy weren't long enough to do the job they were intended to do, which is where the tape came in.

However the strips of duct tape that were pressed around the sides of Rick's body wasn't the last thing that happened as no sooner had Liam finished putting them on then he was reaching for a second nappy explaining that as clearly one nappy designed for a teenager couldn't prevent leaks, then one designed for a pre-teen wouldn't have stand a chance so Rick was going to wear two.

The second nappy went on just like the first, although before it was fastened at the front a liberal amount of baby powder was sprinkled inside, After it was fastened, Rick was told to stand up, which proved a challenge.

Despite all the weeks he'd been secretly wearing nappies, the teenager had never thought of wearing two at once, so the experience of the extra thickness between his legs was truly a new one which, as he soon discovered, also made it tricky for him to close his legs as much as he was used to, which in turn made standing up a little awkward.

"Not bad." Liam admired his own handy work, "But just to be safe."

Picking up the roll of duct tape once more, Liam proceed to run it a couple of times right around Rick's waist in what he called a 'safety precaution' before he was satisfied with what he'd done. And he wasn't the only one either.

He may have only been ever put in a nappy by himself before but Rick realised that his friend was truly an expert at doing it, certainly more so than Rick himself was. The nappies he had on now couldn't have been a more perfect fit even if that did mean that it was still possible to make out the ridge of his erection though them. Yet despite the embarrassment Rick should have felt about that, he still couldn't help but run his hands all over the only item of clothing he was now wearing. Feeling the oil inside, rub against his erection as the plastic crackled under his touch.

"Careful," Liam laughed, "Or you'll need another change in a minute."

"It's okay I don't need to pee."

"That wasn't what I meant." The younger boy sniggered, drawing attention, for the first time, to his friend's obvious excitement.

Instantly he caught on what was being meant – and just how true the comment actually was – Rick snatch his hands away from the nappy, mumbled an "Oh!" and blushed bright red. Liam though was already moving on to the next part of the plan that was rapidly forming in his head.

"Let's get you something to wear."

"I've got my jeans."

"You can't wear them, with a piss stain on the front." Liam held up the garment to make his point, hoping Rick wouldn't notice the drying heater in the corner of the room that was for just that purpose. "And it's the same with your t-shirt. Don't worry though they keep spare clothes in here for that very reason."

To prove his point Liam soon produced a large blue shirt from a hamper in the corner which he rightly thought would be big enough for his friend. Just, although Rick wasn't so sure.

"I can't wear that?"

"Why not. It'll fit." Liam held it up to Rick's chest. "See."

That though wasn't the basis for Rick's complaint which was down to the colour. The blue shirts with their clip on ties with horizontal stripes were only worn by boys in the junior school. Those in Cherrywood Comp wore white shirts and diagonal striped ties.

"Who is going to know?" Liam shrugged, "And anyway, you'd look really weird coming out of here dressed like a teenager won't you. You'd be better off fitting in with everyone else."

"What about you?" Rick pointed to his friend's jeans, and bright red shirt that was hardly junior school uniform either but Liam shrugged it off.

"They're used to seeing me around here, picking up Bobby, but no one has seen you, and you don't want to bring attention to yourself, now, do you?"

That was all true enough of course, especially as the junior school was out of bounds to the comprehensive pupil unless, like Liam, they had a younger sibling still attending there. So although still reluctant, Rick put the shirt on, and buttoning it all the way up the front, slightly disappointed to notice that it wasn't long enough to cover up the nappies any more than just the very top.

"Trousers." Liam mumbled to himself, as he returned his search to the lost property box that was used in wetting emergencies. Consciously he made it sound like he was having trouble finding anything suitable, when in fact, although there were several things that were clearly too small for a fourteen year old, there were several sets of track suit trousers that would have been perfect. Those though he ignored, as he had his mind set on the very thing he wanted Rick to wear and needed to make it look like there was no other option or else he knew Rick would never agree to it. So it wasn't until Rick came over to look with him, that he pulled them from the box.

"These will have to do." He held them up, to ensure they would be recognised for what they were, which they were.

"But those are shorts. I can't wear shorts. No one wears shorts at school."

"They do in junior school." Liam explained, ignoring the fact that what Rick said was actually true in so much that no one older than his little brother did tent to wear shorts outside of sports, and that the shorts he was now holding hadn't come from a pupil but from skit the staff had done at an end of year party where one of the female staff had dressed up as a cliched schoolboy from the old days.

Sitting in the audience that day, waiting for his little brother's part to come on, Liam had become overly interested in the short trousered uniform, as had a lot of the other older males in the audience. However, unlike the dad's Liam hadn't been attracted to the women wearing them but the shorts themselves and how smart and good they looked. These thoughts soon turning to wondering how they would look on a real boy of the women's size. A teenager. Then, on a previous trip to the changing room, to clean up Bobby, he'd found them, in the box and while he'd continued to think about an older boy wearing them, that older boy had never been himself. Now though, he'd quickly realised he had the perfect chance to bring that image to life thanks to his friend's hidden life as a teenage baby.

"It's either wear these, or go home in just your nappies, Rick." He explained.

The fourteen year old had no real choice in the matter. He certainly couldn't go home without trousers, even if he'd been wearing his regular underwear as that had to be amongst the biggest fears of any teenager, and that was without the added humiliation of wearing doubled nappies. He did, however, make his own search of the lost property box, but was unable to find anything, due to his so-called friend having hidden the more suitable alternatives, down the back of the box when Rick hadn't been looking.

"The bell's going to ring soon." Liam hurried the decision onward, by pointing out just how close it was to lunch break in both the junior and senior school. An event that would swamp not only the area around the building they were inside with small children who didn't know Rick, but scattered several hundred older ones who would easily recognise him. Rick clearly couldn't risk that, so had to get out of there before that happened even if that meant wearing something that was nearly as embarrassing as the items they were covering up.

Putting the shorts on made Rick feel rather babyish , which was odd given onesie, and the footed pyjamas he sometimes wore at home, not to mention the nappies he was also wearing. Of course Liam didn't yet know anything about just how juvenile his friend liked to dress both in private and in front of his own little brother so the shorts made a more dramatic difference to him than they should off done to Rick himself. And Liam liked what he look. A lot.

"Tuck your shirt in, Rick!" he advised, pointing that the top of Rick's nappy might show if he didn't which was more than enough to get Rick to do it and to get the result Liam was after. A result that caused a second erection on the changing room.

With little more than five minutes to spare, two figures emerged from the junior school side entrance, passing along the way several mum's arriving early to collect their offspring for lunch back at home. None of them found anything odd in what they saw, although several did wonder just why the apparently younger boy's shorts appeared to be rather bulky, and one, overly keen maternal nose picked up a smell she'd just left behind in her baby's nursery.

For Liam and Rick though, this was the start of a new adventure.

Chapter Eight
Andy & Liam

Andy had been working up to this moment for nearly a week, ever since, in fact, he'd last visited the secret dungeon and now he thought he was ready. At least he hoped he was, as other wise he'd be spending a fair bit of time explaining himself in casualty just why he had an eight inch [20 cm] long dildo stuffed up his bum.

The dildo in question was the largest of the sex toys the dungeon had to offer which is why Andy had needed to work up to it even if this wasn't the first time he'd actually played with it. That had been the last time, when recovered from the machine spanking he'd given himself, he'd turned his attention to the other items on offer.

Being the biggest the dildo had been the first the teenager had picked up. Even though Andy had never seen one before he knew right away what the various things were for. He was, however, a little surprised by the weight of it, as it seemed rather on the heavy side for what it was, and couldn't, he reason, be a realistic weight, or else no one would be able to carry one around. It also smelt of rubber, which wasn't all that realistic but then you could hardly expect anything else given that's what it was made from. It tasted of rubber to.

Andy was a little shocked by that. Not the actual taste but rather that he'd raised it to his lips and tasted it. Still, once he'd got used to the idea he went that little bit further, actually putting his lips around the end of and pushing it into his mouth. That though didn't prove to be all the successful as he didn't know about re-directing his breathing through is nose so not surprisingly he didn't have more than a couple of inches in his mouth before he started to choke and had to remove it.

Not being one to give up, Andy realised he was going to have to work up to the large one, so took several more off the shelf for that reason which he then got to examine and try out one at a time.

One of the sex toys was six inches [15 cm] long, smooth and hard, with a switch on the base to make it vibrate, which did little to help with trying to suck on it, so Andy put that one to the side, and took up the next which was about the same length, but with a series of bubble shapes along it, before it tapered down to a flat disk shape at he end. This Andy knew was a butt plug. Yet it was also proved very easy to suck on for some reason, the teenager able to get all of it in his mouth with very little effort.

For a few moments Andy just sat there with the butt plug in his mouth wondering what he looked like with just the base sticking out from between his lips. Not that anyone would see him like that, of course, but he couldn't help wondering if they would realise just what he was doing or if, as he suspected, it just looked like he'd been gagged with something. These thoughts then changed to his wondering if there was a way that he could fix it so that the butt plug could be strapped in his mouth like a ball gag. But there probably wasn't, as after all it was designed to go somewhere else which was the very reason he was there, but which would become his homework.

It was only a short visit that day as Andy had to get back but before he went he was sure to not only pick up a the butt plug, but also a small tube of lubricant to make his practise go that little bit easier. He also took another item that he hoped would prevent some of the embarrassment of the constant erections he was getting as that, after all, was the purpose of a cock cage.

That night was the first time Andy got to try out the smallest of the sex toys for the reason they really intended for, realising even before he started that it was going to take some effort in order to get it right.

That first time went on for over an hour with the naked, and sweaty fourteen year old, trying numerous angles and positions in order to discover the perfect one for putting a butt plug in his bum. None of which appeared to work until eventually he ended up on his back with both his legs spread apart and one lifted up to give easy access to his bottom, and to allow the butt plug to go past his sphincter. Sort of.

Getting it in without pain though was another matter, but not one he was overly surprised about as he'd half suspected that it wasn't going to be all that easy, at least to start with, so even the first time he had his teeth gritted as he started to push it home. Nonetheless he still gave a yelp that he was thankfully able to smoother.

It felt strangely, alien once he finally managed to get the butt plug inside him. Even though the largest part was though his sphincter, his bottom still ached from the effort, giving him a sort of burning sensation to go along with the one of needing to go to the toilet that just wouldn't go away, as long as the plug was inside him.

That first experiment lasted for nearly fifteen minutes before Andy removed the butt plug from his body, yet in that time he'd managed to masturbate so much that his legs were a little wobbly as he sneaked out of his room, over to the bathroom, where he washed off the butt plug before hiding it away until the next time he would get to use it.

A pattern soon developed. The second night Andy tried the butt plug, he came home from school as normal, did his homework, had dinner downstairs, watched some TV with his parents and then returned to his room. There he went straight to inserting the plug, which this time he managed to keep in for over an hour, and had an erection for that entire time.

By the Wednesday of that week, the plan changed slightly as he was now able to get the plug in without any pain at all so inserted it even earlier but was unable to watch TV with his parents, not because he found the plug uncomfortable, but due to the erection it triggered just not going away, and being more than a little visible. It was time to use the cock cage.

Returning from school on Thursday Andy went directly to his room, where he removed all his clothes before nipping into the bathroom for a quick clean up and some swift wrist action before he was back in his room ready to put on the strange little device with the thick rubber band base, and cage top with tiny padlock.

Sitting at his next, naked, with his legs spread all the way apart, Andy took a few minutes to work out how the chastity device worked, as his first attempt to put it on himself had been somewhat less than successful. The cage sliding right off him the moment he stood up which did seem to rather defeat the object.

His mistake was obvious. The thick rubber band at the base of the device didn't just go around his penis about around both his penis and balls. The latter two items having to be fed through it one at a time, which Andy held the ring open with his other hand. When that was done, the rubber ring was more like a small collar nestled between his genitals and the rest of his body. The cage then fitting over his privates, the built in band around the opening slotted into the grove in the middle of the rubber, where it could be fastened closed with the tiny padlock so it couldn't then be removed.

It worked perfectly. Whereas on his first attempt the cage had been roomy, now his balls were added into the mix it was surprisingly snug with his penis forced to lay down, and slightly curled around his balls, where it was trapped, the moment the cage slotted into place and the padlock attached. This naturally meaning that with no room for it to move, there was also no way that it could possible get hard which also meant Andy wouldn't be able to masturbate but at least he would have a tent in his trousers all the time even if the cage did pull on his pubes from time to time.

With the cage taking care of the front part of his body, Andy soon had the plug in the back, which naturally made his penis start to twitch but that was all it could do as he pulled on an old pair of slightly too tight shorts that he'd found were the best way to keep the plug in place, before putting his regular clothes on over the top. A look in the mirror confirming that there was no outward signs of anything unusual about what he was wearing.

So it was that night, and the following one, Andy wore the plug while he did his homework, and then during dinner, and while watching TV. The latter two experiences were somewhat weird having his parents right there, but other than to tell him to stop fidgeting on the hard dinning room chair, they didn't notice which gave Andy the confidence to do the thing that would get force him to reveal his secret to one of his mates.

It was Saturday now, and Andy was dressed in fairly standard looking clothes, if a little mix-matched as the large wide leather belt around his waist didn't really go with the plain blue track suit trousers or t-shirt he was wearing. That though was the least of his problems, and the one he wasn't at all worried about. In fact no one could see what he was worried about, least of all Liam Marshall, when he saw his older friend standing on his doorstep, only that Andy was clearly worried about something.

"Is anyone else home?" Andy asked, in a roundabout way confirming that something was indeed, up, or not as the case may be.

Once Liam had confirmed he was alone, for now but that Rick Derek was coming round later to help him look after his kid brother, Andy invited himself inside, even passing a slightly smile that something, at least was going right, at last, as he'd figured of his two closest mates, Liam would be the most likely to have the house to himself. If not then, Andy would have had to risk going home and that would added even more to the distance he'd already been forced to walk since he'd had his little accident.

"So what's up?" Liam asked the moment the front door closed. "Apart from the obvious!"

The obvious was down to the belt around the fourteen year old's waist. The three inch [8 cm] wide belt that was buckled around behind him, with a padlock that matched the one at the front that locked a pair of handcuffs to a large steel ring set into the middle of the belt. Handcuffs that were locked around Andy's wrists.

"I'm stuck!" the older boy confirmed what Liam had already been thinking. "But there's more?"

"There is?"

"Yeah," Andy blushed slightly, but you've got to promise not to tell anyone, not even Rick?"

Liam nodded that he could keep a secret, just like how Rick Derek was a teenage baby, who liked to wear nappies. "So what's the problem?"

"Can we go to your room?"

It took only a few minutes for the two boys to walk upstairs to Liam's room which was, as usual, so much tidier than any other thirteen year old boys room on the planet for which there was a very good reason. Liam was, a good well behaved boy, which although he tried to hide when at school he couldn't hide from his closest friends. This being another reason, Andy had come to him first. That and the odd way Rick had been acting recently.

"So what's the problem?" Liam asked again once a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence had passed, "Have you lost the keys to the handcuffs or something."

"No I've got them."

"You left them at home then?"

"No I've got them with me."

Liam looked at him for a moment then spotted a possible problem. "Where? You haven't got any pockets."

Andy blushed. "In a safe place!"

"Where? You socks."

Reaching down with his cuffed hands, Andy lifted his right leg, so he could pull the track suit trousers up a little bit to expose his bare ankles. "I'm not wearing socks."

"So where are the keys then, and why can't you get them?"

Andy said nothing, prompting Liam to re-phrase the question. "If I don't know where they are I won't be able to get them for you will I? Just show me where they are?"

What Andy did next wasn't what Liam was expecting but then it didn't surprise him quite as much as it possibly should have.

The handcuff chain clinked as Andy's hands worked back on themselves, digging into his waist to find the drawstring on his tracksuit which he then pulled free from a slip knot. The trousers were worn baggy for a good reason, but which now allowed them to slide all the way down to his ankles. Andy's t-shirt was also somewhat big so that fell down to cover any embarrassment, but not to hide the string that hung down from beneath it on the end of which was a small key.

"Hey what's that tied to?" the question was an obvious one, so obvious that Liam didn't wait for an answer, he just reached in a pulled up Andy's t-shirt which gave him something of a shock. "What is THAT?"

"A cock cage." Andy replied with a blush.

"How's it held on and isn't it uncomfortable?"

"There's a lock on it, and You get used to it."

"A lock?" Liam couldn't see that as it was now hidden beneath his friend's genitals, but he assumed rightly that the lock was also holding the string with the handcuff key on it. But his mind was already on another question. "Who put this on you? And why?"

"I don't know. Thought it would be fun."

"Like being tied up." Liam may not have been as old as his two friends but he was, as Baby Rick was only too aware, very quick to pick up on just what they meant, even when they didn't say it. And he had this one completely sussed.

Andy though, misunderstood what was being said, "You like being tied up Liam?"

"Not really, but I wouldn't mind tying other people up." He answered honestly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think I would."

"Would you like to boss them around and make them do things too?"

Liam nodded and not just to the asked question either, but to the one he could see was laying behind it too. The secret one that Andy really wanted to ask him and to which he now asked himself: "Would you like me to tie you up sometime?"

Andy's eyes flew open, "Would you, and boss me about and stuff."

"If you wanted me to."

Quickly Andy got himself back together, "I could be fun." He said hoping he didn't sound as enthusiastic as he actually felt. At least now Liam had let go of his t-shirt the younger boy wouldn't see just how badly his trapped sec organ was trying to become hard at the thought of someone bossing him about and his having to do it.

"Hold still." Liam suddenly produced a pair of scissors, which at first made Andy jump until he realised they were just to cut the string dangling between his legs which he then did.

"What's with the string anyway?" the thirteen year old asked, not have worked out what that had been for.

"It's a safety device," explained Andy holding his chained wrists out in front of him, with the handcuff key hole facing upwards. "The key was meant to stay hanging over the top of my trousers, but I tied the string to it, in case it fall off. Problem was I couldn't reach it as it was down under my... well underneath."

"And where did you do this? You didn't come all the way from your house like that did you?"

"Sort off!" Andy admitted, although he hadn't been at home but at the secret dungeon, only he'd given away enough of his secrets for one day, so snapped up the more logical alternative, his friend had offered him.

Finally, Andy's wrists came free from the handcuffs allowing him to first rub the soreness out of them before pulled his trousers back up again ready for the journey back home again before Rick turned up to ask even more questions.

It was down at the front door that Liam asked a question that would ensure Andy would remained blushing all the way home. "That thing you're wearing. It's to stop you having a wank when you're tied up, isn't it?"

Chapter Nine
Ricky, Liam & Bobby

"It's amazing how much nappies can hold." Liam said suddenly as he sat with his little brother, and his mate on the sofa.

"Only babies wear nappies." The six year old repeated without any further interruption to the animated movie the three of them were watching and which had just been interrupted by the advert that had apparently prompted his big brother's comment.

Rick Derek, on the other hand, said nothing even though he knew the small boy was quite very wrong on that point leaving it up to Liam to continue with his train of thought.

"They're very stretchy too, so the not only fit Bobby, but mum says they could fit me or even you Ricky."

"Really!" Rick replied before he could help himself, then covering it up with a laugh that sounded every bit as awkward as it was. Not that Bobby Marshall noticed.

"Rick's a big boy he wouldn't wear a nappy." Said the young sing song voice.

"Oh he might do," Liam laughed, genuinely, now he knew the truth even though it produced an instant denial from his friend.

"It would be pretty stupid, to wear a nappy if you weren't a baby." Rick's face went bright red.

"It would be funny though, to see a big boy in nappies wouldn't it Bobby?"

"Yeah, I guess." The little lad agreed.

With his brother having given the right answer, Liam pushed home his advantage, "You know we've got some large nappies upstairs, and they're pretty big so I bet they'd fit me," he turned towards his friend, "Or even Ricky."

Without thinking, once more, Rick excitedly said, "Really?"

However when the older of the three boys saw the younger one turning to give him an odd, look he quickly back tracked, "Just kidding. I wouldn't want to wear one. That's for babies."

"But Bobby wears one sometimes and he's not a baby, is he?"

Not wanting to hurt the little guy's feelings, Rick admitted that the six year old wasn't, but in doing so just got further into his friend's plan to put him in nappies. A plan that, Rick wasn't entirely against, it has to be said, just not like this.

"Tell you what," Liam got up from the sofa, "Why don't I go and get one and then see what you think?"

The thirteen year old was only gone for a few seconds before he returned with a nappy that was a little too large for Bobby, and which Mrs. Marshall was going to send back thinking that it had been ordered in error. It hadn't though. Liam had filled in the on line form himself just for this reason.

Sitting back down, he made sure his friend was watching closely as he placed the nappy on his lap, and unfolded it slightly. All the while Rick couldn't keep his eyes off the nappy, the sight, and especially the smell coming from the simple garment made his body tingle with excitement which, of course was just the sort of reaction, Liam had been hoping for.

"Come on Rick why don't you try it on. Me and Bobby won't laugh and we won't tell anyone either, will be Bobby."

"No way!" came the childish reply.

"I don't know." Ricky mumbled, but even as he did so, he was already changing his mind, "I guess it would be okay."

Bobby was tried to help the biggest boy make up his mind, although in doing so he was more of a help to his brother's plans than he realised: "Liam could put it on you, like has to me sometimes."

"That's true," Liam leapt at the chance he'd been given, "I can't see it being any different putting a nappy on a fourteen year old than it is putting one on a six year old."

"I guess." Conceded Ricky, especially given that Liam had already put a nappy on him previously and at Bobby's school.

"Right then, let's go upstairs and get you changed, Rick. Come on Bobby you can come too."

Rick expected to be taken into Bobby's bedroom, or possibly the bathroom, but instead the brothers led him into another room where a changing mat had been laid out.

"Right you lay down on that Rick, and let me do everything, as if you were a baby."

Once the teenager had done as he was told, Liam went to work, quickly realising that he probably should have asked Rick to remove his t-shirt he worked around this by rolling it up instead, so it was mid way up his friend's chest. Then he went for the jeans.

Rick's body gave a little shudder as his jeans were unfastened, and another as the denim was slid down his legs. A third following as they came off his ankles. But all the time, despite feeling rather awkward, he forced himself to stay relaxed, that though didn't prove to be so easy once Liam's hands took hold of his underwear. Yet he did nothing to actually stop it from happening.

Little Bobby giggled as the teenager's boxer shorts came off, causing Rick to automatically cup his hands around his private parts. An action that got them both told off.

"Oh come on you two, it's not like we've not seen it all before."

It did the trick and slowly Rick let his arms relax by his sides, along with the rest of his body which is why Liam found it remarkably easy to do what he did next.

Standing to the side of his laid out friend, Liam bent down, took hold of both of Rick's ankles and then lifted them up, effectively rolling the teenager up into a ball with his bottom pushed both forwards and upwards, in such a way that little Bobby once more had to stifle his giggles.

However before Rick could react to what was happening he once more felt the soft texture of a nappy being pushed under his buttocks and then, as his legs were lowered back down again, felt it being pulled up between his legs and around his hips.

Liam took his times making sure all the tapes were perfectly in place, to ensure the nappy was as tight as it could possibly go and that the fit was as perfect as it could possibly go.

"You look like a baby?" Bobby pointed out, somewhat rashly although the other two were already perfectly aware of that.

"He does a bit doesn't he," Liam agreed before suggesting that they go back downstairs and finish watching their movie.

It took until the next advert break in the movie before Bobby realised something was missing. "What about Rick's jeans?" he asked, as if for the first time realising he was sitting next to a teenager wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a nappy.

"He doesn't need them. You know what Mum says, 'only big boys wear trousers in the house'."

"But Rick's a big boy."

"Does he look like a big boy?" Liam laughed, giving his friend's very bare thigh a light slap.

Bobby giggled. "No he looks like a baby."

This was all getting a bit too much for Rick who looked for an excuse to leave, and could only think of one. The need to visit the bathroom which he tried to do, only to be stopped in his tracks by the fairly obvious question, "Where are you going?"

"For a pee!"

Liam grabbed his arm, "What's that thing around your waist for then?"

"You can't expect me to..."

"Sure, that's what it's for."

"Yeah go pee-pee in your nappy!" Bobby started to chant in such an infectious way that Rick found himself not only giggling along but actually wetting himself.

Thankfully the nappy did it's job and instead of feeling the warm pee trickling down his leg as he otherwise would have, Rick felt his private area and the top of his thighs warm and moist as his bladder emptied. It was a feeling he wasn't as unfamiliar with as he probably should have been and one that he rather liked, which is why he kept on laughing all the time he was doing it.

Liam was the first to stop laughing but he was content to wait until the others also stopped before he spoke, "See that wasn't so bad now was it Ricky but we'd best change you in case you leak."

This didn't seem like such a bad idea to Ricky as the last thing he wanted was to smell like pee when his dad came to pick him up so back upstairs the three of them went, and, once more Rick was laying down on the changing mat, this time so his nappy could be removed. However he didn't attempt to cover himself up until Liam came towards him holding a flannel.

"Don't be silly Ricky," the slightly younger boy said, "I've got to clean you up."

It only took a few minutes for the wash cloth to do it's thing but that proved not to be the end of the matter, as when he put it away, Liam got a couple of other things to replace it. Namely a bottle of baby oil and baby powder.

"We should do this correctly, as you don't want a rash down there does he Bobby."

"Nope!" the little lad said, inadvertently scratching himself between the legs as if to make the point.

It had to one of the weirdest feelings for a fourteen year old boy to have another boy put baby lotion into their hand and then to transfer that warm, silky liquid to their bottom and especially the private area, as under normal circumstances it may have been the usual thing to do but these weren't exactly normal circumstances. A point which was made very obvious but the way Rick's body reacted to what was happening and by something Liam said.

"This would be a lot easier if you didn't have hair down here."

"Baby's don't have hair there." Bobby confirmed, although oddly he had nothing to say about the erection the fourteen was sporting as he knew that's how his own very much smaller organ would have reacted whenever Liam had put a nappy on him.

Oddly none of the boys mentioned the erection, even when it was next covered in baby powder that was to make Rick smell as much like a baby as he was too look like one.

Finally the nappy itself was produced, and once more Rick's legs were lifted up so it could be slid under his bottom, and then taped up around his loins, covering, but not hiding the excitement he was clearly feeling at the way he was being treated.

"Right I think that's that done, but this time I think we should do it properly, don't you Bobby?"

"Yeah!" the little lad said before realising he had no idea what his brother was on about. So Liam explained.

"If Ricky is going to be dressed like a baby then we get to treat him like a baby, and he has to behave like a baby, so he has to do everything we tell him or else he'll get punished."

"Punished?" Rick repeated, slightly worried.

"Yeah, but don't worry about that as you're going to be a good baby aren't you Ricky?"

"I guess." The teenager shrugged. But it wasn't enough for Liam who needed more to make sure his plan would work.

"So you agree then, I'm in charge?"

"Yes!"

"Good in that case, that nappy will stay on until it needs changing and I think we'll loose the shirt as well."

This Rick did and thought that would be the end of the matter until they got back downstairs and he was sitting on the sofa, when Liam produced his next surprise, a baby bottle that was apparently filled with milk.

"I'm not drinking from that." He protested but by then it was already too late, as Liam had aimed the nipple at his mouth and had pushed it inside. Oddly though once it was in place, Rick automatically started to suck on it, finding that it was quite some work to get out what turned out to be ordinary milk from the bottle.

"There's a good baby." Liam sat beside him still holding the bottle, "Drink all your milk."

When the bottle was empty, Rick had a funny feeling in his stomach and worried that he was going to be sick, but before he could say anything about it, Liam had pulled him from the back of the seat and did his best to put the larger boy over his shoulder where, after a few hefty pats to the back, Rick let out a large belch that sent little Bobby into a fit of giggles.

Feeling rather weird after just having been burped, Rick sank back into the sofa only to have something else present to his mouth for him to suck on.

The dummy slipped easily into his mouth, partly because it was an actually baby dummy so smaller than the novelty one Rick was more used to in the secret nursery. The cuddly Teddy bear that came next was a little more unusual however, as that wasn't something he normally did when he was playing at being a baby but, what could it hurt, so he took it.

"Okay Baby Ricky has to go and get changed now, ready to go home," Liam announced a short while later.

Ricky, who hadn't been aware of the time passing at all was slightly surprised given that it was still another hour or so before the Marshall parents were due home, which would be his normal queue to leave. Naturally he wanted to be back into his normal clothes by then, but why so early? He was about to find out.

"But before he does that we have to do something about this?"

Looking up from where he had been slightly dosing on the sofa, Ricky could see his friend was holding a pair of grey corduroy trousers, with one arm extending down into the leg, so a finger could poke out of a hole over the knee. "How did this happen?"

"No idea." Rick tried to say, before remembering the dummy in his mouth, and then repeat his words without the obstacle. And it was true he had no idea. He'd never seen the trousers before.

"Hey Bobby, what did mum say to you the last time you damaged your trousers like this?"

The little lad repeated the words as if he'd been taught them a few moments earlier, which he had: "Mum said if I make my trousers dirty then I wear shorts."

"But I don't have any shorts." Rick pointed out, inadvertently, walking himself further into his friend's plan.

"Indeed, but we can soon sort that out." Moving across to the other side of the room, Liam sat down in the chair his mother usually used, and pulled out a large pair of scissors."

Liam just spread the doomed trousers over his lap, raised the scissors up and went in for the kill. The scissors gliding easily through the soft material, some good three inches [8 cm] above the hole in the knee, that had been placed there by the manufacture. IN a few seconds the first leg had fallen off, followed shortly by the second one.

"There," he said when he was done, "Now Ricky will be able to wear them without worrying about tearing the knees."

"You want me to wear them?" Rick was a little confused, to say the least but Liam wasn't. He'd had this all planned.

"If you want to be treated like a little boy then you have to be dressed like one," he repeated, walking over to the desk, and taking out a twelve inch [30 cm] long ruler. "And that also means that you'll get punished like a little boy. Now stand up and bend over."

Looking down, Rick saw little Bobby was staring up at him with wide open eyes, and smiling, clearly enjoying the show, but otherwise showing little or no surprise about what was happen and there was a good reason for that, as he'd been in the position Rick was now in. Yet unlike Rick, the first time it had happened to him, he had probably deserved it and yet he'd made a great fuss about it. He certainly hadn't just got up off the sofa, and bent over.

Whack! Whack!

The ruler struck the rear of the nappy the teenager was wearing twice, once on each side, before Liam made his demand. "You are to do as you are told, like a good little boy, understand."

Rick nodded that he would but it wasn't enough.

WHACK!

Another blow landed, a much meatier one, right across the centre of the nappy with enough force that even through the cushioning padding, Rick could feel a stinging sensation mount in his buttocks.

"Say it properly, little boy!"

Rick started to say something, but no one got to hear just what it was as the moment he opened his mouth, Liam was once more using the ruler, not on his buttocks but down the backs of his totally unprotected thighs, where the skin was nice and taunt from the boy's bent over posture.

The blows weren't all that hard, but the stinging was sensational. It had been unpleasant on his rear, but was really stinging on his bare flesh. So much so that tears were already welling in Rick's eyes.

"Right then, that should teach you a lesson," Liam said putting the ruler down, "Now let's make sure that you dress like a good little boy, from now on. Put your new shorts on."

As Rick straightened himself but up into an upright position, he found the corduroy shorts being held against his nappy, and then lowered so he would be able to step into them, which he did. Liam pulling them up, over his nappy – which they only just covered – the legs now ending only just at the start of the teenager's legs, in what looked very much like the sort of shorts junior school boys would have worn a decade or three, earlier.

Instinctively, Rick's first action was to try to pull the shorts a little lower onto his legs, but having been fastened over the top of his nappy there was no way they would pull down that far, which only went to make them look even more juvenile, so that, if you discounted his height, he would look very much like a small boy of five or possible even four. They made the grey school shorts he'd worn home after wetting himself, look positively grown up.

"I can't go home in these." Rick protested even though up until this point no one had actually suggested that he would. Yet.

Oddly Liam agreed with him. "NO, of course not. You'll catch your death of cold without a shirt, which is why I've got you one to go with your shorts."

The shirt Rick recognised instantly, as the same sort worn by the local infants school, only in his size (well that of an obese five your old in reality) and which he found himself putting his arms in and then having to stand there while Liam did up the buttons over his chest, and even clipped the attached tie into place.

"Now in case you still get cold, there's this."

A v-neck jumper appeared, from the same source and once more Rick allowed himself to be dressed in it although it turned out to be a little short on him, leaving most of his wrists exposed, and barely making it down to his waist.

"Now some socks!" These too matched the rest of the outfit completely, being grey, and knee length, with a heavy elasticated top, that was turned over just below Rick's knees ensuring that the socks would stay there.

"And some shoes!"

These were probably the most surprising of the entire outfit, as they were brown t-bar sandals, that actually fit the teenagers feet, and while Ricky was dying to ask just where Liam had found them he couldn't as once more the dummy was back in his mouth.

"There don't you look like a smart little boy." Liam told him and Rick probably would have agreed had Mr. And Mrs. Marshall not picked that precise minute to arrive home. The headlights from their car lighting up the living room as they drove into the drive.

The three boys now had two options. Either they could stay as they were and try to explain the way Rick was dressed to the adults – who would no doubt, as Liam pointed out, relay that on to Rick's parents – or Rick could make a run for it. Not upstairs to get his own clothes as that would mean his passing right by the front door – again something Liam pointed out – but out through the patio, and around the side of the house.

Well, naturally, Rick wasn't sure he was ready to be seen out like this on the journey home but then it was already dark, so no one would see him, which was just as well given that he still had a nappy on under all this, but then not seeing anyone would mean he wouldn't have to explain how he'd allowed a younger boy to put a nappy on him, and then dress him like a little kid just starting nursery school. So he fled, which, of course was Liam's plan all along

Chapter Ten
Andy & Liam

The door to the Marshall's house opened even before Andy got to ring the bell implying that it wasn't just the fourteen year old who was keen to find out what had been planned especially with the coils of rope he was holding.

Andy received the invitation to go to Liam's house the night before in a message passed on by his parents, so he'd been unable to ask any question about what the younger boy had planned, but he knew just what had been meant by the term "you know what to wear!". Which is why he was walking a little funny.

"I'm going to tie you up down here and then we'll go upstairs, like you're my captive, okay?" Liam asked.

Andy actually shivered as he stepped over the threshold, into the house. The scenario already sounding better than he'd dared to expect, so he agreed, not that there was any real doubt that he wouldn't.

"Good take your clothes off then."

That got Andy's attention: "What? Here?"

"Sure, no one can see. " Liam gestured around the built in hallway, "And there's no one else in the house, plus it's not like I've not see it before."

The 'it' the younger boy referred to was already slightly uncomfortable and causing a slight dampness in the front of the track suit trousers he had on, despite the pair of swim trunks he'd worn for just that reason, but, along with the things Liam had already pointed out, it wasn't as if Liam hadn't seen the cock cage before.

"Still," Liam continued, worried he may have pushed things too far too soon, "How about you just take your shirt off, then!"

Feeling a little exposed even before he started, Andy soon had his t-shirt pulled up over his head, and handed it over before turning with his hands behind his back, completely missing the weird smile his younger friend gave him.

A few seconds later Andy was getting something he'd been thinking about for some time, but had yet to experience, he was actually being tied up by someone else. Tied up well too. He'd been prepared to give Liam some pointers on the best way to do it, but he didn't need to as the thirteen apparently already knew to cross his wrists over before he used a good amount of rope to bind them together, winding the rope this way and that, to ensure the knots would slip.

"How about a gag now?" Liam offered explaining how he'd made one out of placing a small ball in the middle of a twirled bandana, so it couldn't come out. Andy wouldn't have been sure about being gagged, but he liked the idea his friend had come up with and wanted to try it so willingly he opened his mouth so the cloth covered ball could be pushed inside, and then turned around so the ends of bandana could be tied behind the back of his head. This causing the ball to become seated deep inside his mouth, forcing his jaws into a slightly uncomfortable position, which rendered Andy's tongue immobile.

"Okay, hold still now." Liam was still standing behind Andy when he said this, but there was a reason for that, which the older boy soon saw as a leather collar passed in front of his face down to his neck where it was buckled in place. If he'd known Liam was going to do this then he'd have bought along the big wide, slave collar from the secret dungeon, but as it was he was going to have to make do with this dog collar, but at least it had a ring on the front where Liam was soon attaching a lead.

"Right prisoner," Liam announced, taking up the lead, "That's you ready to go to the dungeon."

A soft tug on the leash, started half naked Andy walking forwards towards the stairs which he was allowed to take slowly and carefully given that he didn't have either his arms to support him or a voice he could call out.

Once at the top of the stairs, Liam lead his captive across the hall and into his own room, where he positioned Andy in the centre with the leash hooked over a clothes hook on the back of the door. Liam then made a sudden grab for Andy's track suit bottoms.

Shocked, Andy did the automatic thing and tried to prevent his trousers from being removed by spreading his knees apart. Liam counter acting by dropping to his knees, and attempting to lift up one leg but Andy just transferred all his weight to that leg so it wouldn't move. Eventually Liam stood up.

"Okay if that's the way you want it, we'll do this the hard way."

From under his mattress Liam produced the item he hadn't been intending to use until later, and which made Andy's eyes go wide.

"It's a paddle." Liam explained unaware Andy already knew that, "It's how they punish bad boys in the US."

That was the end of the explanation, for the next thing Liam was using a two handed grip to send the business end of the paddle into direct contact with Andy's bottom.

The elder teenager yelled into his gag, attempting to dance away, but couldn't get very far as not only was his neck still connected to the back of the door, but his trousers were now around his knees. At least now he knew why his hands had been tied so high up his back, it was to leave his bottom totally unobstructed.

"That's your only warning." He was told, "Do exactly what you're told from now on and you won't get paddled for real, got it?"

IT hadn't been all that hard a blow but already Andy's bum was burning more than when he'd spanked himself a dozen or more times, and although it wasn't worse than what the machine in the secret room had done to him, it was bad enough, so he nodded.

"Good, right when I pull on your ankle you lift your leg."

Andy complied with his instructions and soon not just his track suit trousers were gone, but so were his trainers, socks and underwear, until he was just standing there, wearing nothing by the chastity device, locked around his private parts.

"Good you wore it, so I won't have to punish you for that. Did you bring the keys too?"

Andy glanced towards where his trousers were now slumped over the back of a nearby chair and from which Liam had soon retrieved a set of house keys attached to which was a very small key, that fitted the tiny padlock hanging beneath Andy's scrotum.

"Is this the only key?" Liam asked, and Andy nodded, naturally lying, as he had another one at home, and a two more were still back in the second floor dungeon but he wasn't about to mention those even if he could talk, especially when he noted with just how much relish, Liam removed the chastity key from the ring and slipped it into his own pocket.

"Right then, I've got a couple of surprised for you now, and you better cooperate or you know what's going to happen, don't you."

The paddle was once more flourished but not used, so it was once more discarded as Liam took up some more rope and started to bind it around first one and then the other of Andy's ankles. He didn't tie them together though, but, as he explained, left a short amount of rope between them so that Andy would still be able to walk, but not able to take a full step or run, or go down the stairs. All of which Andy was completely aware of, of course, from his experiences at the old house.

When he was done, Liam unhooked the leash from the bed post, and picked up the paddle once more, "Right then, let's take another trip."

At first Andy was a little reluctant to be lead around wearing nothing by a small cage over his private parts, but aware he couldn't leave the house, as he couldn't go downstairs, as he was only able to take short little steps, he followed his friend out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the main bathroom of the house, where he was told to get into the bath, facing the shower, head while Liam got things ready for his next test.

However, because of the shortness of the rope connecting his ankles Andy couldn't actually do this, as he couldn't step over the side of the tub, but it was clear Liam wasn't going to help him, and fearing more punishment if he didn't, he soon figured out a way to do it, by adapting a manoeuvre he'd previously used when he'd tied himself up. Lowering his bottom onto the side of the tub, at the end, Andy leaned back against the wall and then both lifted and swung his legs up and over the side until they were on the anti slip mat, then, he just worked his way back up onto his feet.

Facing the wall where the shower head was resting Andy didn't have a clear view of what Liam was doing other than indirectly via the mirrors but he wasn't overly concerned until the younger boy put on a pair of throw away latex gloves and picked up a small bottle.

The bottle was placed on the side of the bath just behind where Andy was standing, while Liam put one foot up on the side of the bath tub, using it for extra height so he could hook the end of the lead up to the top of the shower rail which would, fairly obviously, mean, Andy would have to remain standing during whatever followed. However bizarre that appeared to be.

It was fairly bizarre too for once Liam had Andy fastened in place he picked up the bottle once more and started to spread it's contents over the lower parts of Andy's legs, in a way that made Andy's skin tingle, and produced a smell that wasn't overly pleasant. Not that Andy had much time to think about that due to the next item Liam picked up.

The can of shaving foam appeared from nowhere, Andy not realising what it was until his friend had glob of the white foam in his hand, a hand that was soon approaching and then spreading the substance around the top of the chastity cage he was wearing. In other words all over his pubic hair. Naturally as soon as this happened Andy realised he was about to loose his personal body hair, and would have moved his body, as best he could, away but by then Liam had already picked up the paddle once more.

"You said you were going to do what you were told, and it's not like shaving is going to hurt is it? Unlike a paddling."

Once Liam had regained his control, he completed spreading the shaving foam around Andy's groin, while explaining that, now Liam was his 'master' it was his job to ensure that Andy was totally clean, all over.

Leaving the teenager once more, Liam returned to the other side of the room where he busied himself with a few things before returning with a bulging hot water bottle that had a rubber tube attached to the top. The bottle he hung on the shower rail beneath where Andy's lead was fastened, upside down. Opening a valve on it he allowed some water and air to escape until he was sure there were no more air bubbles in the tube.

"Bet you're wondering what this is for aren't you," he laughed, "Well let me get one more thing and I think you'll get the idea."

From a cupboard beneath the sink, Liam picked up a long black plastic tube with a blunt rounded end, which he'd previously coated with something that made it both shiny and slippery to hold. None the less he soon had this fastened to the end of the rubber tube.

"Any ideas!" he asked, holding up the tube so Andy's wide eyes could have a look at it. The look being enough to confirm the fourteen year old knew exactly what was about to happen. Liam still explained it though, in detail, as just doing that gave him a great sense of power, similar to the one he'd got from making Rick dress up like a little boy. Only this one was different, due to the added nudity.

"I'm going to give you an enema, to make sure your insides are as clean as your outsides. Lean forward as far as you can, or do I have to get the paddle."

No stranger to things going up his bottom by this stage and more than a little weary of the paddle, Andy bent over as best he could while retaining his balance in the bath tub. When he did Liam got straight to work, pulling his buttocks apart and pressing the blunt end of the tube against the small hole he found there. Then he pushed.

Immediately Andy bucked away from it as much as he could, but that just earned him a slapped leg.

"Keep still." He was told, as five red finger marks appeared on the skin of his thigh, but that was the least he had to worry about as Liam exposed one of his secrets. "It's not like you've never had anything up your bum before is it."

Andy's head turned so sharply that a slight crack of the bones could be heard.

"What?" Liam laughed, "Did you think I wouldn't notice that thing you had up your bum, when I unlock the cock cage last time around. Now hold still."

It hurt Andy a little as the nozzle slipped inside him, but at least he didn't have to explain just how he knew how to relax his sphincter to make the passing through his muscle as painless as possible, and if the circumstances had been different he may have enjoyed what was going on, or rather going in, but just as he was thinking that, Liam gave his nearest buttock a slight slap.

"Tighten your bum up, or else you'll leak." Liam warned him before giving the nozzle one last push in to make sure it was as deeply embedded as it could go. An action which caused the business end to bump into that very special place deep inside Andy's rear that sent a thrill right through him, and especially to his private parts, which started to swell against the confides of the cage they were in, for the first time since he'd entered the bathroom.

After advising Andy to once more "Stand still", Liam moved back picking up a digital camera so he could take a picture of what he had accomplished so far, which he explained, he would use against Andy should news of what they got up to get out. Not that Andy would have said anything one way or the other, given just how much explaining he would have had to do on his own for his previous actions, that lead to him standing naked, in his friend's shower, tied up, gagged, wearing nothing but a chastity device and shaving foam on his private parts. Especially as even though it was totally contained within the cock cage, his erection – or at least an attempt at an erection – was fairly obvious.

After taking numerous pictures from various angles, Liam put the camera down to pick up a disposable razor from the counter, which he used to pull a long stroke through the shaving foam, working around the top of the chastity device. This he then repeated going in the over direction, and then back again until the bulk of the foam had been removed. The remainder was wiped away with a flannel, until there was nothing where Andy's small bush of pubic hair had been but for empty, and very bare looking skin.

Finished with the shaving Liam did one more thing before he started to clean up. He reached up and turned the valve on the enema hose. Instantly Andy felt the slightly warm water rushing into him. He'd never had an enema before, although he'd heard of them, and even seen the equipment to give them in the dungeon, he just hadn't known what to do with it, or why anyone would want to do it, until now.

It proved to be a very strange sensation for the teenager to have water pouring into his rear but one he didn't find all that unpleasant, even as a very full feeling started to spread through his abdomen. Yet nearly as soon as he was getting used to that the sensation changed again, as the fullness from the water pressure caused him to start to cramp, which in turned made him moan through his gag and wriggle his hips.

"Okay that will do for now," Liam reached up to turn off the flow. "Give it a couple of minute and we'll do some more."

True enough it was short while before the valve was once more switched to the open position, this time almost instantly Andy felt a rumbling deep inside his guts. A noise that was clearly loud enough for Liam to hear.

"That's what supposed to happen," he reassured his gagged friend, "It's your insides opening up for more water."

Andy didn't like the sound of more water, but was relieved the noises he was making were normal, or as normal as they could be under the circumstances.

Four or five minutes later, Liam was squeezing the hot water bottle, clearly impressed by what he found. "You took the whole thing, Bobby can't even do a third of that, but then he's a lot smaller than you. Mind you he doesn't like it as much as you clearly do."

Not sure if he should be proud of his achievement or embarrassed by the way his penis was attempting to swell up inside it's little cage, Andy was actually pleased he couldn't talk. But soon he had other things to think about, like his bulging belly as Liam announced he was ready to pull the nozzle out.

"Tighten up so you don't leak while I rinse you off." He was told as the nozzle fell with a clutter to the bottom of the bath, soon though the warm water flowing from the shower head over his body hit him firmly in the chest, before running down his body, cleaning his groin, and then down his legs where it washed away the lotion that had been placed there, along with all his leg hair.

When that was done, Liam once more got up on the side of the bath to remove the leash from the shower rail, before giving Andy the command he was waiting for. "Right you can get out of the bath, and go to the toilet."

When the dirty business had all been finished with, Andy felt strangely empty, and yet still excited, not least due to Liam making not the slightest inclination of releasing him just yet. Not even so Andy could clean himself up. That Liam did himself, making the older boy bend over once more so he could wipe his bottom, before finally discarding the paper he'd used into the toilet, and the gloves he'd worn all along into the waste basket.

"Right then, one more thing to do and then we can clear up in here."

Andy nodded as he was unable to do anything else, noticing as if for the first time the mess that had been created in the Marshall bathroom, the thought of Liam having to clear that up being slightly satisfactory to what he'd been through. But then those thoughts were taken from his mind as the leash was unhooked taken up in Liam's hand and he was lead right back into the bedroom once more.

Told exactly where to stand, at the side of the room, Andy was surprised to find himself being asked a question. One that sounded as if Liam really wanted a genuine answer too. "What do you think of what I've done to you, so far?"

It was, Andy realised his chance to stop things there and then. The only thing was, he didn't want it to stop. Despite, or perhaps even because of the helplessness he was feeling, he was enjoying himself. So he just nodded.

"I thought you'd say that." Liam laughed at his own joke. "Cos do you know what, I rather enjoyed doing it, and I'd like to do it again. What do you think about that?"

Again, and with no hesitation, Andy nodded.

"Right then, in that case here is what is going to happen from now on. You no longer give the orders when we're together, in fact you have to do everything and anything I tell you, just like my little brother does. Understand?"

Andy nodded and continued to nod as Liam continued outlining the situation.

"In fact you will behave just like my little brother, and do what I say, or else you will be punished." Liam raised the paddle he'd bought from the bathroom, even though it had been fairly obvious what he'd meant all along.

"That means that if I want to tie you up, then I will, anywhere, and everywhere that I want to, and in any way I want to. I will also be keeping hold of this, for now." Liam held up the small key to the chastity device the other boy was wearing, "And if you are really good maybe, just maybe, I'll take it off you from time to time. Or maybe I won't. It will be up to me. Understand."

Doing his best to swallow a lump in his throat that had something and nothing to do with the ball lodge in his mouth, Andy agreed.

"When we aren't together I still expect you to do what I say, so that means you have to still behave like you were my little brother, so you can't have any hair anywhere but on your head, including under your pits."

If he hadn't been gagged, Andy would have sighed at that announcement as he'd honestly thought his friend had forgotten about the small tuffs of hair he had under his arms, but clearly hadn't, and now he would have to shave them himself, not matter that his sudden baldness there would be bound to be commented on in the school changing rooms (no one would dare say anything about his having no pubes in case they were accused of being 'too interested'.) But Liam wasn't finished yet.

Finally, now you are a little boy under my control you will only wear shorts at all times." Liam waited for this to sink in and for Andy to think of the obvious problem, before he gave the get out clause, "That is except for school of course. At least for now anyway. However, if I see you in long trousers outside of school then I'll make sure you are well and truly punished, and perhaps, make you go to school in shorts too, understand."

His eyes wide – and his trapped privates twitching – at the humiliation a fourteen year old in junior school shorts would receive at school, Andy nodded.

"Right then. Now you know the rules, let me do something to make sure you remember them. Bend over."

Andy glanced back but wasn't overly surprised to see his smaller friend was picking up the paddle but even though he knew it was going to hurt, he wasn't frightened. He was excited as he turned to face the wall, spread his legs as far as the hobbling chain would allow, placed his head against the wallpaper, and, pushed out his bottom, ready for his punishment.

In the plan he'd worked out Liam had only thought about using the paddle a couple of times to drive his point home that he was now in charge, but upon seeing just how easily his friend was accepting what he was doing, he ended up giving a full half dozen blows with the hefty wooden paddle. The first couple of these were rather light, but the last two certainly weren't and by the time they were all done, Andy's face was full of his own tears, while sobs were being held back behind the ball in his mouth. Neither of which was entirely surprising given just how red and sore his bottom now was.

When it was all done, Liam surprised Andy by releasing the bindings on his arms allowing him to finally bring them down from the small of his back so he could rub some circulation back into them, but not, as it turned out, to do any rubbing of his red bottom. That it turned out, wasn't allowed, as Liam demonstrated by giving the sore buttocks a slap.

"I've only untied you so you can clean up the mess in the bathroom but if you start touching yourself then I'll make sure you get a revisit from the paddle. Understand?"

Still, gagged, Andy could only nod as although his hands may have been free he wouldn't be allowed to remove either the gag or the ankle shackles, not that he was entire sure he wanted to as keeping them on, whilst he was otherwise naked, made the normal house hold chores he was about to carry out seem more like the jobs a slave would do. A slave like he now was to his younger friend.

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