U. N. Known Writer

26 Cousins

Chapters 43-56

—12 and 11 yo—

"This head harness is great," I told Elliot after my first few days of wearing it.

"Yeah, you even like being on the reins more than most of the actual ponies do," my twelve year old equestrian cousin laughed back, flapping the leather cords that could be connected to either side of the bit that was usually in my mouth.

"Yeah, it's fun being guided around," I admitted, before returning to the point I'd been trying to make when he interrupted me, "I just wish I could have a proper harness like the ponies really wear. The you could treat me like an actual pony. That would be fun."

For a moment Elliot looked at me like I was mad, which you can hardly blame him for given what I'd just proposed. But on the other hand, I'd already been a puppy dog for his little brother, so perhaps it really wasn't that odd. At least for me. That seemed to be the conclusion Elliot came to after a short space of thinking time.

"I guess!" was his noncommittal answer, which if nothing else left me with some scope to push things a bit more.

"There's loads of tact in the tact store. I bet some of that could be made to fit me out like a proper pony!"

"I guess!" Elliot repeated, but now I could see he was getting keener on the idea, as he ha a look in his eye like he was having an idea. Hopefully it would be the same idea I was. Turned out it was.

It took a bit of time to organise, as knew we'd need some time in the tact room on our own. Well not totally on our own as Fin was going to be there, but sure enough, a short while later I was standing on an upturned bucket in the middle of the room while the brothers, went about measuring me all over, as they tried to work out how to adjust the various bits of leather and metal work that were hanging on the walls to fit my body.

By the time they were finished I was wearing a pretty good imitation of the sort of tact the working ponies any arm would wear, along with a few additions, that I suggested.

The main part of the harness involved two wide heavy duty straps that came over my shoulders. These ended at a large metal ring that was worn central on my chest and from where all the other straps I wore were also attached. This included two sets that went around my torso. One right up tight under my armpits, while another was lower down, more or less around my waist. All of these joined up behind my back with a slightly messy mess of buckles and straps, which may not have looked all that pretty – not that I could see it, obviously – but which did allow for everything to be adjustable independently.

That was the top half, and I think Elliot and Fin would have been happy with that, but I wasn't. I wanted more. So another straps was attached to the bottom of the large ring on my chest. This was only a short one as it soon attached to small collar that was fastened around the base of my tackle. Of course, wearing something tight there, did a couple of things. One was that it made sure my stuff was all pushed forward, and at the same time, held up to make it all the more obvious. The other was that if meant I would keep an erection nearly all the time. At least that's what I told the boys.

The strap across my pubis wasn't the only thing attached to the cock collar though, as there was another strap coming from the bottom, which took the simple, direct route, between my bum cheeks, up to join up with that strapping maze on my back. Holding everything nice and tight. Meanwhile two thinning leather cords, also ran between my legs, but on the other side, they split out, to go around the outside of my bum, before going up to the waist, rather like the straps on a jock strap to. The effect of these being to raise and push my bum together, to make it into a nice big and round target, just like I like it.

Various straps were buckled around each of my legs, at the thigh, and ankles. These didn't really have any point, but looked good, especially as they matched the ones on my wrists and biceps perfectly.

Naturally I also wore the head harness, complete with the bit in my mouth, so that I couldn't talk. Add to it though were blinders on the sides of the head, beside my eyes, so I would only be able to look forward. Helping with that was the large wide collar that was strapped around my neck. Formally a horses, knee-brace, it was padded, and tall enough to ensure that my head was always held up, whilst only giving me a limited amount I could turn my neck.

"What do you think?" Fin asked his brother, who was looking me up and down, making a few adjustments here and there.

"He sure looks like a two legged pony, but let's see how he behaves."

Moving behind me, Elliot took up the reigns that were attached to the sides of my bit, and gave them a shake, while uttering the words that would get me moving. "Gee up!"

I took a step then another, cautiously getting used to the extra weight I was now carrying, and the limitations it put on my movements which turned out to be not nearly as great as I thought they would have been. The leather moved easily with my body, just as it would have done on a real pony, so it wasn't long before I was walking along pretty much normally, even if my erection was flapping about in front of me.

I was lead around the side of the stables, well away from the main buildings were a small training track was set up. This was little more than a narrow path that ran around a single central hitching post from which a long arm extended out over the track. It looked like an oversized rotary washing line.

Told to stand on the track, beneath the arm, I waited while Elliot relinquished his hold on my reins and instead attached them to the bar above my head. Meanwhile Fin fetched a sandbag that was attached to a long chain. The end of the chain he clipped to the centre of my back.

"This is so the ponies get used to pulling weights," explained Elliot, "Walk on."

As he said the words, Elliot used a short length of leather to give me encouragement right across my bum, where a red line soon appeared as I gave a little cry into the bit fastened into my mouth. All the same, I did as I was urged, walking forwards and not just because the arm above my head had started to turn, leaving me little choice but to walk.

The moment I moved I felt the pull of the sandbag, but once it was moving I found I was easily able to drag it along the rough track, thanks to the way the harness spread out it's weight.

"Try trotting," urged Elliot after I'd gone around the post a few times, with another lash across my rear, that had the desired effect.

It got harder to move, given that it only half the track was in the shade of the building. The bright sunshine bathed the far side of it, making me sweat despite my lack of clothing. Drool was dripping from my mouth in a non-too pleasant way, but there was nothing I could do about that, as clearing it with my hands didn't really have that much effect, and nearly caused me to loose my balance, so in the end I just gave up doing it.

"Okay that should do for now. I think we can more on to the next part of your training after lunch."

More exhausted than I realised I was lead back to the stables, but not to the tact room, as before we reached it Elliot tugged on the reigns telling me to turn into one of the stables which had a feeding station at the back.

I'd seen them before, but didn't think I'd get to use one, but Elliot was guiding me directly to the small hole in the metal railings on one side of the stable into which a horses head could be fixed, while it eat.

Being somewhat taller than the average pony I had to bend down in order to get my head through the hole, only to be pulled back out again so the bit could be removed from my mouth.

"How are you going to eat with that in," laughed Fin, giving me a slap on the rear, that echoed around the small stable.

My head harness removed, I pushed my head through the hole, remaining still while Elliot slid down the top part of the railing, onto the back of my neck, where it clicked into place, trapping me there, bent over.

"Most ponies get a little frisky their first time in the feeder, so we have to make sure they can't hurt themselves."

Someone slapped the inside of my thigh to get me to spread my legs open a bit more, which I did. This allowed a padded metal bar to be placed between my ankles, and attached to the leather straps around my ankles, ensuring that I kept my legs apart, and as my head was stuck where it was, this also meant I couldn't really move.

"Now for your front legs," Elliot took my arms down, under me, but they weren't long enough to reach the floor, all the same he attached a bar similar to the one spreading my ankles to my wrists, holding them apart, while the weight of the metal kept my arms stretched.

Moving around the front, Elliot picked up one a bucket, with Fin taking the second one. These were then poured into bowls on the far side of the cage my head was pushed through. One contained fresh clean water, which I was happy to lap at, while the other had some sort of mush that while not actual horse food – it was actually porridge from breakfast – had much the same look. All the same, ponies can't be fussy so I did my best to eat as much of it as I could all the while wondering what the boys would have in mind for me after they'd eaten.

Now I know what you're thinking. Who names their kid 'Unknown'? Well the answer is no one. Not even one of my seemingly endless Aunts and Uncles, as this particular story didn't actually involve any of my cousins, just a bunch of random boys, who found me tied up in a junior school shower room.

Now I guess you're wondering how I ended up tied up in a junior school shower room, and not out playing dress up with whichever cousin I was staying with at the time. Well the answer to that is simple. This was one of the occasions when I billeted with one of the most boring people on earth. Not just one either, but an entire family of them. And if that wasn't enough, the cousins in question happened to be girls. So naturally I had to find my own fun, and that's how I came up with a plan that couldn't possible go wrong, only of course it did, as this is another one of the times when things didn't go exactly to plan.

The plan itself was a work of genius, or so I thought at the time. What I was going to do was sneak into the changing room of the local junior school, which just happened to be a good distance from the actual school, so there were no adults around to spoil my fun. Then once I'd left a few things around to make things interesting I'd tie myself up nice and apparently helpless, whilst leaving myself a way to get loose of course, and wait for the little boys to turn up. If anyone asked, how I came to be there then I'd just say some bigger boys did it too me. What could go wrong? Well for one thing the boys who found me could have some ideas of their own of what to do to a naked, helpless older boy that didn't involve the spanking he actually wanted them to do.

Sneaking into the changing room was easy, as was picking out a spot to tie myself up. I'd bought chains and combination locks with me so I'd be able to free myself but no one else would be able to 'rescue' me. The changing rooms were split into two parts. The main larger section with the rows of pegs and low benches for boys to actually change in, and then a narrow corridor with shower heads on either side, hidden from view at the back. That was where I set up shop.

Locking a pair of chains around two opposing shower heads, and then doing the same down on the floor using some of the surface piping, I would be able to secure myself in a good spread eagle fashion, that would make it impossible for me to either hide, or for the junior boys not to notice me. A gag would ensure I didn't have to answer too many questions, while a hand written note placed on the floor underneath me, stated that I needed to be punished, and that no one should unchain me.

So there I was, all tied up ready for some fun. I wasn't naked, as I thought that might have been too much of a shock, plus I wanted the boys to think of stripping me themselves. Still I did make life a bit easier for them, by wearing nothing but an old pair of shorts which had the added bonus of, perhaps, making them think that I'd been on the sports pitches myself, before being captured by my invented bullies.

I didn't have long to wait until someone found me.

"Wow!" said a voice from behind me – oh I should have explained I tied myself up with my back to the entrance to the shower so they'd see my bum first. Twisting my head around I saw a small boy standing there his eyes bugging out of his sockets as he looked me up and down.

Slowly he came forward, as if scared it was some sort of trap, but when he saw the note, he gave a little smile, ducking under my upraised arms to come face to face with me.

"Hello!" he said, looking not up at my face, but down at the front of my shorts, where a little hesitantly , he was soon reaching out a finger to gentle poke at the lump made by my tackle. Naturally the attention could only have one reaction.

"You're getting a stiffy," he giggled, like only a little kid could but that didn't stop him from continuing to explore me though the thin nylon of my shorts.

"You got a stiffy!" he commented a short while later, when he was able to flick the front of my shorts, now standing out, pointing directly at him, making it bounce from side to side, and then up and down, as he changed direction of his gentle attack.

"This is fun," he murmured, just before a question came to his mind, "Hey you got any hair down there?"

I couldn't answer of course, so the kid did the only thing that he could. He took a look for himself.

"You have!" he seemed excited by the prospect even though I have to admit that there really wasn't many. All the same the boy clearly wanted to see more, as the next thing I knew he was tugging my shorts down as far as they would go, which due to the way my legs were spread open wasn't that far. Just enough to bare my bum, which is the thing he should have been looking at, instead of my erection.

Due to everything I'd done to myself, helped along by the manipulations of the small boy standing in front of my tied up body, my erection was just about as hard as it could be. Standing half way between pointing straight out and straight up, with the foreskin peeling back just a little bit to expose the slit in the centre of the crown that was already had a tiny bit of wetness at the tip.

"Do you need to wee?" the lad asked when he saw how wet I was not realising that I was doing this to me. And he was soon doing a lot more than that.

The small hand closed tightly around my erection, rubbing it up and down until I started to shiver and shake so much that the chains holding me started to rattle until it was time for the boy give a second startled 'Wow!" as I spurted my stuff all over his fingers.

For several minutes the boy just stood there, looking at the sticky liquid on his fingers totally unsure as to what he was meant to do with it. He never got to make up his mind though, as just as his mouth was opening to announce whatever it was he'd decided, there was a loud banging from the main changing room as the rest of his classmates appeared.

"In here!" the lad shouted, totally surprising me, as the last thing I'd expected him to do was want to be caught in the showers with a naked teenager, but apparently I was going to be his trophy.

"Wow!" came a chorus, that clearly being the junior school word to say when you find someone tied up. In fact, as they came one by one into the shower, pushing under my arms to see me from the front, they all pretty much repeated exactly what the first boy had said right down to checking out my pubes.

"He's got more hair than all of us," was the conclusion that made me feel a little bit proud, although that didn't stop me from wincing when one of them suggested that he had a hair, and them promptly plucked one right out of my body.

A lot of giggling soon followed, before a couple of others tried to do the same thing, which really wasn't something I wanted, as I didn't have that much to start with and certainly didn't want to waste it, when there were other things that we could be getting on with. I mean there was a ping-pong paddle right there, by my right foot. Why didn't they wonder what that was for?

"Hey, he's getting stiff, again," the first boy announced as my tackle started to twitch from the attention it was getting and the various thoughts running through my head.

"Again?" questioned a few of the new arrivals, but even that didn't shame the first boy who just went to explain that he'd already wanked me off once. That of course meant the other boys had to try it too.

"Let's have a go," they cried, many little fingers then making a grab for my erection, rubbing it as best they could before they lost their grip and someone else took over.

It was total chaos as they all pushed and shoved each other for control of my erection and yet, somehow it was still stimulating enough for me to dribble a bit more at which point they all jumped backwards with various shouts of "Yuck!"

A whistle blew loudly from outside with enough authority to scatter the little boys back into the changing room, in a fluffy of shirts being pulled over heads as they rushed to get changed and out onto the sports pitches before they found themselves in trouble, or worse yet an adult actual came in to see what they were up to.

In only a few minutes the changing room went silent as the boys left, banging the door behind them as they sprinted out to their lesson. All but one of them that is.

Feeling more than a little exhausted after being wanked off twice in a few minutes, I was still trying to catch my breath enough to start freeing myself when I became aware of someone behind me. Turning my head to see who it was, I ended up looking into a lot of nothing as something was dropped over my head.

Panicked a little by this sudden turn of events I started to struggle against the chains that held me. This though came to a sudden stop when a hand pushed itself between my legs, and took up a firm grip on my nuts.

Instantly I froze on the spot, now able to feel the figure pushing up behind me, the head of which was just about level with my shoulder blades, telling me that this was one of the boys who'd clearly sneaked back into the changing room, to have a bit of fun on his own. So in other words, things were starting to look up for me. Just, again not in the way I hoped.

Fingers released my nuts, giving me even more reason to relax, as I listened to the sounds of the boy moving under my raised right up so that he was now in front of me.

I gave a little jump when a finger brushed against my right nipple. It quickly crossed to the left one, and then back to the right, as they started to harden, in a way that made me tingle all over, and of course give me the erection the boy was waiting for.

Suddenly the nipple play stopped. For a moment nothing happened and then there was something both warm and wet wrapping itself around my erection. The kid was actually going to suck me off, right in the middle of the junior school changing room.

The mouth clearly knew what it was doing, giving rise to all sorts of thoughts in my head for as long as it took for the small tongue to start stroking the sensitive underside of my erection at which point I couldn't even think of my own name, let alone anything else.

Fingers returned to my nuts, but they weren't squeezing any more. Now they were caressing, pushing, probing and tickling at the individual spheres, until they were bouncing around together.

Meanwhile the lad's other hand was working further back between my legs, heading directly for my bum hole, where it wasted no time in pushing itself in, and having a waggle about, in a way that was soon to push me over the edge for the a third time.

The pressure built and built, until there was no way I could hold it back, even if I wanted too. Desperately I tried to all the same, but it just did no use, my body shuddering as my erection throbbed inside the tightly clamped mouth, until it was all over.

And that was it. It was over just like that. One moment I'm getting sucked off, and the next I'm totally alone in the shower room. I don't even remember the kid leaving. NOr did I get a decent look at him even though the towel he'd put on my head came off just about the same time I did. By then though, I could barely see straight, and could only see the top of his head anyway. So all I know about him was that he had shaggy brown hair, like about eighty percent of the boys in the world at that time. One thing for certain is that he wasn't the first boy as he'd been blond, but other than that I couldn't narrow it down.

I was pretty much wiped out after everything that had gone on, which is how I'd expected to be at the end of my time in the showers. Only it was my prick that was red and not my bum, but there was no way I was going to wait around for boys to finish whatever games they were playing and have another go, as I really don't think I could have taken another wanking or sucking. No amount of spanking was worth that.

—11, 17 and 14 yo—

As time went on I got more and more used to wearing nappies around the Ulric family. Sure at school I got plenty of funny looks, from the thickness of my 'underware' but it was nowhere as bad as it could have been. Meanwhile at home Seth just accepted what I was doing as a good thing, which it was. Even though that wasn't the main reason I was doing it. At least at the start, just watching the progress Tyler was making due to it, was enough to make it worthwhile on it's own.

By now Tyler was spending more and more time out of his room, joining in with what Rory and I did. This could be us joining him in his games, but soon it was him doing what we were doing. Sure it wasn't rocket science or anything, but the likes of chase, can be really fun when you get into it.

There were still times when Tyler wanted to be left alone. When this happened Rory and I tried to keep to the same routine as if he were there. Coming back from school, me removing my oversized trousers and then playing in just the nappy and plastic pants. Sometimes with a shirt. Sometimes without, depending on how warm it was, and what we were doing.

Mostly we stayed inside, but if the conditions were right Rory and I would play outside, beneath Tyler's window, so he could hear or even see us. IT got to a point where I basically wouldn't wear any trousers at all unless I was at school. When it was time for me to go home, Seth would just come by and get me as I was. Sometimes I didn't even take my trousers with me, but left them at the Ulric's house from where I could pick them up in the morning for school.

But more than any of that was the way Rory started treating me exactly the same way he did his brother. Not at school so much, where I had to at least pretend to be myself most of the time, but at his house, he practically treated me like a little kid. He even started to give me baths.

Okay, so the first time he did it, I really needed a bath as I'd got filthy in the garden, chasing a ball that went into a surprisingly muddy puddle, but it was the way that it was done more than anything else.

Rory headed off to the bathroom telling me to follow him, which I did, as after all where else was I going to get cleaned up. When I got there he was in the process of filling the bath up with warm water, which he told me to get in, so nothing odd there, especially when he gave me a cloth with which to clean myself. ALl perfectly normal for a teenaged boy, well if you excuse having another boy run the bath anyway. Then things got weird.

Up on a shelf above the bath was a whole host of little kid bath toys. You know the sorts of things. Stuff that floats, like ducks, and small boats, even a submarine. Of of these Rory then dumped in the bath with me, stating that Tyler wouldn't have a bath without them. Then Rory left me to it.

For a moment I sat there wondering what I was going to do. There I was a teenager sitting naked, in another families bath, with the bathroom door wide open, so that any one walking past could see in. Should I ignore the toys and have a wash, or… well you can guess what I did. I played. Well fought would be more accurate, as it wasn't long before I had a full scale war going on. Sure it wasn't the fairest fight in the world, as even the most outsized size raft of ducks, was no matched for my Navy, especially once the wash cloth bombardment started.

I have to admit that I got a little carried away with my game, which Rory bought to my attention when he returned to the bathroom, to relay his parent's worries about the downstairs ceiling coming through from the amount of water I was splashing about. "Have you even started getting washed?" he asked, and truth be told I hadn't.

"Okay that's it, I'm going to have to wash you. Sit still."

So that's what he did. Starting with my head, where he lathered up my hair in the special baby shampoo that Tyler uses, while I sat there with my eyes closed. The sound of running water followed as the shower attachment was turned on. My thoughts instantly going to how I could use that to give my game a tsunami twist, but instead it was just used to rinse my head off.

"Where's the flannel, I gave you?" I was asked, making me route around under the surface of the water until I found it, wrapped around the submarine that hadn't fairer all that well in battle. "Give me that?"

Handing over the small square I then found myself under attack from it, as Rory proceeded to give my face, and neck a good going over, paying particular attention to behind my ears where, apparently there were potatoes starting to grow.

From there Rory continued down my body, going along each of my arms, to my hands where he poked between the fingers, before heading back to my torso, which got a good scrubbing as did my back.

"Leg up!"

I lifted a foot out of the water, Rory catching it, pulling it high enough to cause me to slide backwards slightly as he spend a few minutes stubbing up and down each of my limbs in turn and then told me to stand up, so I could be rinsed off.

The plug was pulled, sending the water down the plug hole, leaving my former navy and their duck combatants stranded. It also left me with no way to hide, just how comfortable I'd been with Rory's attention to my body. NOt that it mattered as he had, after all seen me not just naked but with an erection more than once before.

Rinsing in warm water did little to calm my body down, and neither did being rubbed down in a large fluffy towel either so it was a bit of a relief to be able to leave the bathroom and head back to Rory's bedroom where a surprise was waiting for me.

A small space had been cleared out beside the bed where I usual slept, and upon which I usually got my nappies changed. However that wouldn't be the case anymore as now there was a full size changing table standing there, with drawers underneath to keep all the spare nappies, plastic pants and other things that I now needed.

"It's great!" I told Rory even before he'd had time to asked.

"Yeah," he agreed, "And it'll stop me having to bend down all the time."

He sounded just like a someone's grandparent, so much so that I couldn't help teasing him about it. "Poor old soul!"

"That's enough cheek from you young man," he continued the pretense, "Get up on there, and let's get your nappy on, shall we?"

We were both laughing as I climbed up onto the table and went through the routine that we knew so well by this stage. Rory getting out a new nappy, while I lifted up my middle. The powder and oil coming out of their respective drawers, and having the same effect on me that they always did. Then the nappy coming up between my legs and around my hips, covering my erection as it was fastened closed. Finally the plastic pants pulled up my legs, tucked under my bum, and then the check to make sure that everything was all tucked in.

"Come on finish getting dressed then we can go out for dinner. Seth's coming to get us," Rory told me once this check was done.

This was all news to me and I couldn't help wondering where we were going and more importantly would I be wearing trousers over my nappy? The latter I doubted as I only had the pair I wore for school that still fitted, and it wasn't as if I hadn't been out in just my nappy before.

"You can wear one of the new shirts I got for you and Tyler!", Rory broke into my thoughts, opening a drawer to sow me some clearly brand new striped t-shirts that I snatched up without giving it much thought and put on. It was only when I was attempting to pull the hem down to cover the plastic pants that I noticed that it didn't even come anywhere close to it.

"Good aren't they?" Rory smiled, "They're cut shorter than normal, so they don't get in the way of the nappies."

"Yeah I noticed," I replied, not as worried as I probably should have been about having nothing to hide what I was wearing.

A short while Seth turned up in his clapped out car and totted his horn for me and Rory to go out to him which we did, running across the front garden, shoving and pushing at each other like little kids would in order to get to the front seat first. At the last moment though I let Rory win, thinking that the back seat would give me a little more chance of hiding, if I needed too although what I was going to do when we got to the restaurant I didn't know.

There was no need to actually worry though as Seth wasn't the sort to eat in restaurants so instead we pulled into the local drive through fast food joint, where we got to shout our orders through a speaker and then collect the food from the next window which was all totally painless. We did park up to eat, which is when I got spotted.

It was a boy from school, who I barely knew, but who Rory clearly did. He just came over to the car and started talking through the passenger window, while trying to be as subtle as possible about staring at my bare legs, and the bulging nappy around my middle. Funny thing was he wasn't like any of the other comments that had been made. He didn't make fun of me, and he didn't ignore what I was wearing either. Instead he just said that he thought it was a great thing I was doing, trying to help out a friend's brother the way I was, which gave me the warm pride feeling that I liked nearly as much than wearing the nappies in the first place.

The meal finished, we needed to get rid of the rubbish which somehow fell to me. At least it did once both Seth and Rory had tossed me their bags of empty cartons and cups, and pointed to a bin that wasn't, thankfully too far away.

I was tempted to argue but didn't. Instead I opened the car door and slid myself along the vinyl seat on the shinny rear of the plastic pants, until my bare legs were poking out into the open. There were several other cars around, but all of them were empty. HOwever we were in sight of the restaurant itself, with it's large glass windows, through which anyone siting inside would have been able to see the long legged teenaged boy, wearing the thick and obvious nappy, jogging across the car park to dump his rubbish and then sprinting back to the car as far as he could. I could only hope the windows were soundproofed or else they'd had been able to hear the noise the plastic pants made when I ran, which seemed to be three times more than any increase in speed I managed.

Leaving the car park we headed back to Rory's house where we dropped him before Seth and I headed back to his house, where there was a surprise just like the one in Rory's bedroom waiting for me, in mine.

The second changing table was exactly like the I'd had my last change on and do you know what? It really please me to see it there. So much more than it really should have. I mean, this was all a plan right. I shouldn't be getting so happy about seeing a changing table with nappies and plastic pants scattered around it. What was going on? Was I really starting to like wearing nappies?

—10 yo—

Gerry woke me up with a shove, "Come on get up, Heath is looking after you today, so get downstairs and get ready for him."

There was no further explanation but there didn't need to be one, as I'd been living like this for long enough now to know what I was doing, especially as I'd made up the rules I was now living by in the first place.

Sliding my naked body out from under the bedclothes, I padded across to the bathroom where I was now allowed to take care of business myself, now I was permanently locked into the chastity device which meant I couldn't play with myself anymore. It also meant I had to wee sitting down, but as I needed to do the other thing as well that didn't mater.

I took my time cleaning myself up, even showering and pointing the shower hose up between my legs so I wouldn't fall foul of the cleanliness rules that being naked all the time meant I had to follow to prevent any stains on seats. Not that I was allowed to sit down anywhere but on my special chair anymore, but the rules still stood.

Downstairs, still naked of course, I set up for breakfast, placing a bowel of cereal at the place where Heath normally sat, along with a spoon, a jug of milk to be poured over when he arrived – nothing worse than soggy cereal – and some juice. Then I waited for Heath to arrive. Standing up, obviously.

"Good Morning Heath," I welcomed my cousin when he came shuffling into the kitchen, his hair tousled and one eye still half sealed with the sleep he had yet to wipe out of it.

"Yeah! Whatever," he mumbled, sliding himself into the chair and indicating for me to pour the milk into the bowl for him.

About half way through his breakfast Heath finally seemed to start waking up and becoming human,if not in a better mood, as he was clearly not too happy about having to stay home with me while his older and younger brothers both got to go off and do what they wanted. Still what's bad news for him could be good news for me as it gave me something to exploit.

"What have you got to do today?" he asked, once I was cleaning up.

"Some school tests," I lied quickly adding that I was meant to be working through one of Gerry's text books, to see that I knew everything ready for school, and that if I didn't then I was to be punished.

The ten year old's eyes lit up the word 'punished' so I knew I was on for a good, if tiring day, especially as I'd already made an adjustment to the one chair I was allowed to sit on. This Heath noticed the moment we he saw the chair.

"You're going to sit on that?" he asked, when what he should have done was made it into a statement. Still it was a valid question as the current peg sticking up from the seat was not just longer than the previous one, but fatter too.

"Yes," I told him reciting the rules that I had to be within one minute of being tod or else I'd get a spanking and then have to sit on it anyway."

"Oh right. Yes," flustered Heath for a moment before realising I was waiting for his cure. "Sit on your chair."

For a moment I wondered if I'd set myself too big a challenge, but it was something I had to do so I moved myself into position with my legs spread around the sides of the chair, and then started to gingerly lower myself until the tip of the peg pressed against my bum hole. This was the reason I'd taken special care to clean myself out back there, yet still, for the sake of what was to follow I let out a little cry as the tip pressed itself into me.

"Oh!" I gasped a short while later as the first inch started to push up into me. More moans and groans followed as two more inches went the same way, up into my bum, but when I judged that I was about three quarters of the way down, I suddenly jump up saying that the peg was too big and that it wouldn't go in.

It was just what Heath had clearly been hoping for, as he grabbed my arm, pulled me over his lap and immediately started swatting my bum with his hand as hard as he could.

Judging my reaction carefully, I took the first minute or so of being spanked by a ten year old, with some restraint but as it continued I started to kick a little, and make out that it was getting to me, which to be honest it was, my bum going red really quickly and getting hot, but I'd just been spanked so often now, that it took more than a bit of hand action to make me really suffer, which was good as I didn't really enjoy the long painful spankings as much as the quick stinging ones. Not that I was going to let my cousins know that, of course.

Heath spanked me until his hand started to hurt, by which time I gave the impression of being broken and willing to do whatever he told me to do, even if that included impaling myself on a large peg stuck on a chair. I did however offer him a way that would make it easier for me to do that.

Now I know what you're thinking. Heath was hardly going to do anything that made what he thought of as my punishment any easier, but there are ways to appeal to boys that age, and giving them the chance to stuff something up another boy's bum is one of them.

"It's a vibrator," I told him as he held the long white plastic object that I'd already coated with Vaseline to make it's passage easier on my… er… passage.

Although I'd got up to go and get the sex toy – don't ask where I got it from you really don't want to know – I was soon back over Heath's lap again, but in a slightly different position. Now instead of my bum being upper most and tightly clenched, my legs were now spread open, so that my tackle was resting on Heath's thigh. This would allow him better access to my hole, where he was song going to be poking the lightly buzzing vibrator.

It was cold as it pressed into my hole, making me shiver as it pushed further and further inside, pressed onward by steady preassure of the young boy's hand. Thankfully Heath took things steady, avoiding the temptation to just ram it home for which I was grateful as the vibrations did help ease it's journey inside me, loosening up my muscles until when it finally hit my prostate, and things got a lot better.

"It goes right in!" Heath gasped once it was just that, at which point he slowly slipped it all the way out again, and then even more slowly pushed it right up to the hilt once more. Repeating the process several more times until I had to get him to stop before I ended up giving away just how good that felt via a sticky patch on his leg.

Reluctantly Heath withdrew the vibrator from my bum, handing it to me to get it clean before once more I returned to the special chair onto which I was to sit.

Repeating the same process as I had before, I spread my legs around the chair and lowered myself down. However this time I didn't do it slowly but rather to make my point about how the vibrator had opened me up, I slid myself right down the peg until I my lightly spanked bum was sitting right on the seat of the chair, and I was fully implanted on it.

"Better," conceded Heath, "Now you have thirty minutes to complete this test, and each wrong answer will get you five spanks."

There were twenty questions laid out before me, none of them all that hard, but I was going to get some of the wrong, we both knew that. There was a certainty to it in fact, in the way that Heath mentioned the penalties for doing so, that made it clear he was looking forward to me doing just that. But then so was I.

Oddly Heath left me to work on my own. I say odd, as the book I was taking the test from was one of those that had the answers in the back, so it would have been very easy for me to flip through the pages and get every single question right. I wasn't going to, of course, as that would have defeated the way I'd set all this up. But all the same, Heath should have stayed to watch over me, even if only to watch me squirm about on the peg. I even gave an occasional "Ouch!" just to see if he was listening, but even that didn't make him come back to check on me until the time was up. Which I just found odd.

"Time's up!" announced my cousin when he finally came back into the room. IN fact he was actually several minutes late, not that it mattered as I'd finished all the questions I was going to do, several minutes earlier, having carefully worked out the others, and then put down the wrong answer.

Taking the paper I'd been writing on, Heath bent over the desk, in front of me, while he ran through marking them, with the obligatory red pen that he'd clearly fetched from somewhere just for the occasion.

"That's three. No four wrong," he noted at the bottom, giving me a total of sixteen out of twenty, and that meant twenty spanks.

Moving from the table, Heath, went over to the nearby spanking chair and sat himself down. "YOu know what happens now, Matt."

I did. Putting my feet down solidly on the floor, I started to push myself up from the chair, raising my bum from the seat, or so I thought, although what actually happened was that the chair rose up an inch or so with me, until it was nearly completely off the floor, just from the plug being in my bum hole. Only when the seat started to hit the sides of my thighs, was there finally enough resistance for the chair to start to fall down, removing the plug from my stretched hole.

"Ohhh!" I sighed as the enlarged peg slid out of my bum, but the sound was pretty much drowned out by the thump as the chair hit the floor, between my legs.

"Come on over here!" Heath grew impatient, slapping his own thigh as if I was already there over his lap. Although I soon was.

My bum was still a bit tender from the earlier spanking, and was no doubt already a fairly good pink colour, just as it always was while I was staying with Gerry, Heath and Ian. Heath though didn't hesitate, he just right on down to it. Grabbing my body around the waist as I laid it across his lap and then letting me have it with good solid, blows that must have used all his strength, for they soon reduced me to tears. Real tears at that.

"That will do. Go and stand in the corner," Heath dismissed me as soon as the twentieth blow had landed, almost pushing me from his lap, so fast that I barely had a chance to react, ending up on all fours on the floor, before a kick from the ten year old's foot got me up and over to the corner where I spent a good portion of the morning standing with my hands on my head, and my very red bum sticking out.

—12 yo—

"A slave?" Quinn asked, even though I'd just told him that a moment before. Twice.

"Yes. Like in the olden days, with the Roman's and stuff that you did at school. You tell me to do stuff and I have to do it, no matter what it is."

"So," he was clearly still pondering this, "So, if I told you to bark like a dog the you would."

It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, just to reassure him I gave my best canine impression which, quite frankly was rubbish, despite all my practise with Fin.

"What about if I told you to jump up and down? Would you do that?"

I did exactly like that while he giggled like he was going to wet himself even though I didn't look all that funny. At least I hoped I didn't.

"I can do other things for you as well. Like a servant," I prompted, though slightly panting breath from all that exercise in the heat.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because that's what a slave does. He has to do everything he's told," I paused for a moment, before deciding to let Quinn into a little secret. His own secret. "I know something we could use."

He looked confused and then worried as I went over to the closet that I'd been looked into on more than one occasion, but instead of opening the door and going inside, instead, I reached up on top and pulled down a box that I shouldn't have known about. A secret box. That just my knowing about was making Quinn's eyes go wide, as I placed it beside him on the bed.

"You know about that?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"I found it the other day. Don't know how it got there," I lied, as we both knew how it got there. Quinn had put it there as it had all his secret stuff in it. The same stuff that had lead me to know just which of my many scenarios I was going to run on him.

"There's some great stuff in here, we can use," I said, opening up the lid, and pulling out a few items before stopping dramatically to ask Quinn if he thought this stuff belonged to his parents.

"Oh no it's not theirs," he said a little too quickly. A blush starting to fill in his face as he realised it.

"In that case it'll be okay if we use them for our slave game then, don't you think?"

"I guess," he shrugged then asked me what the thing was I was holding, even though he obviously already knew as he'd got the stuff in the first place. Still I humoured him.

"It's a cuff," I show him the short strip of what appeared to be black leather, which was wider than a belt but much to short to be one. At one end there were a series of narrow slits,, while at the other was a small metal ring that could be put through one of the rings, once the leather was around a wrist or an ankle, and then locked into place with a padlock so it wouldn't come off. "The ring can also be used to tie me to things," I added at the end, along with some made up rubbish about how they'd probably been made for dogs that kept running away, just so Quinn wouldn't worry too much about where I thought they came from. Or why he had them.

"Right!" he agreed, grabbing the cover story I'd given him with both hands like a long friend at an airport. "And you want me to put them on you?"

"Yeah why not?" I offered him my wrist so he could wrap one of the cuffs around it, pushing the metal ring through one of the slits. A padlock came out of the box, and was snapped through the ring, locking it in place.

"DO the others," I told him, giving him a second cuff and my other wrist and then repeating the procedure with another couple of them, and my ankles which I pulled up onto the bed so he could reach them without bending down as, like I told him, masters shouldn't have to kneel in front of their slaves.

There was one more cuff left. A large one, but I pretended I didn't know where it went, just to see what Quinn would do. What he didn't do was hesitate. "It's for your neck. Perhaps," the final worded added just that little bit too late.

"Like a collar?" I offered, trying to prevent him from getting too uncomfortable, as I suggested, "You could attach a leash to it and lead me around. If you wanted to."

"Oh!" was his reaction to that, but if that was a good 'oh' or a bad one, wasn't too clear. Still given that he had all this stuff in his bedroom I think we can assume that the idea of doing that wasn't totally beyond the scope of his imagination. Well that and the way he was crossing his legs.

"Here put it on me," I offered, placing the collar around my own neck. "Make sure it's nice and tight, but not so tight that I can't breath."

We took a few minutes, experimenting with the various slots the ring could be put through until we found one that gave the best, snuggest fit. Then Quinn used a fifth padlock – a large one this time – to seal it closed, with the large ring at the front, right about my Adam's apple.

"Let's see what else is in the box," I asked, pulling out several lengths of thin, yet strong chain, that I left in a pile on the mattress so I could get to a long piece of wood with holes dotting the face. "What's this?" I asked.

"It's a paddle. For hitting," Again he blushed, "I think."

"Oh right," trying not to smile as I put it too one side, continuing to look through the box, pulling out a short wide spanking strap, a few clothes pegs like those that had already been used on me. He even had a home made ball gag, and most surprisingly of all – at least so I'd thought when I'd first found it – there was even a crude attempt to make a dildo.

"It… ummm. goes up your… you know. Bum," spluttered Quinn even though I hadn't actually asked.

Now it was my turn to say a startled "Oh!" as I'd expected him to say nothing about that which left it up to Quinn to change the subject away from what he probably thought was embarrassing me.

"Matt, go and put on some shorts and a backpack."

"Why?" I asked

"because I told you too and you have to do what I tell you. Get me some shorts and shoes as well, while you're about it and hurry up."

It only took a second to do it as we were after all in the bedroom and our clothes were sort of scattered all around, so it just needed a bit of a rummage to find what he wanted and to hand them over.

"Put everything in the rucksack, and then put it on."

I did as I was told, scoping up all the chains and locks, the paddle, the strap and a few other things, but not the dildo which was a bit of a disappointment, but still there was more than enough going into that back to provide for an interesting afternoon.

Once the backpack was on my shoulders – that is both my shoulders rather than hanging from one like I would have normally carried it. I was then told to put my hands behind my back, low down under the bottom of the backpack, where Quinn used one of the padlocks to snap the rings on both of the cuffs I was already wearing together.

A short length of rope, with which I'd been tied up on many an occasion was produced. One end tied to the ring in the front of the collar. "That's so you don't run away, as I can't have me slave running around the streets can I?"

"No," I agreed before actually hearing what he'd said, "Wait, you mean you're going to take me outside like this?"

"Yeah. I am," he said, giving the rope a tug, that meant I either had to take a step forward or end up flat on my face on the floor. I choose the former of course, and continued to do that, even as we left the bedroom, headed down the stairs and out of the back door.

"Come on," He repeated several times, giving the rope leash a sharp tug, whenever he wanted me to move forward whether that be down the garden path, out through the back gate into the fields beyond, or to help me hurry past the few points where it was actually possible for someone to see me being led around like an animal. Not that I think anyone would have done anything if they had. We were, after all, just two boys playing games. Somewhat adult games, but games all the same.

My feet were bare, which made walking a bit tricky especially on the rougher ground in the fields, where the mud had totally dried out, although there were still enough muddy parts to splatter the lower parts of my legs with drops as I kept on going. Occasionally I'd hiss through my teeth if I stood on something sharp, causing Quinn to turn with a look of worry but always I managed to keep going, following my master, like a dutiful slave always must.

Eventually we turned away from even the smallest track that anyone was likely to use at which point Quinn decided that it was time to render his slave totally naked, which he did before I even had an idea what he was doing. He just turned around, shoved his fingers into my waistband and then pulled down both the shorts and the boxers I'd been wearing in one go to my knees. The instant he did that my erection popped out, standing straight up in front of my body, making go bright red, even though the I'd been aware of it bouncing around inside the loose clothing even since the leather cuffs had been locked around my limbs.

"Step out of them!"

"But!" I protested, for no better reason than I thought I should. Which clearly was what he was waiting for.

"That does it," He snapped, "You're getting gagged. Turn around."

I had to crouch slightly so Quinn could open the top of the rucksack on my back, and find the ball gag that was inside it. Then I had to open my mouth while he pushed the ball all the way inside, and fastened it tightly around the back of my head so I couldn't talk.

The gag wasn't the only thing he took out of the rucksack either, as soon two pegs were clamped onto my nipples causing me to hiss through the gag as they bit slightly into my flesh.

When all that was done, Quinn finally repeated his order for me to step out of my shorts and boxers which he put into the rucksack, before getting me to continue following him with a tug on the rope. My erection throbbing out in front of me, and it wasn't the only one either, as there was a very obvious tent formed in the front of Quinn's shorts too.

It was another fifteen minutes before we reached the small shack that had once belonged to a forester but had long since become abandoned. Still it pretty good shape, given that it was fairly well hidden in the middle of some woods there was a lack of all the signs that other people knew about it. No bear cans, no left over fag ends, or even graffitti on the walls so I wasn't at all bothered when Quinn ordered me to go inside.

It was a little dark inside, as the only window was boarded over, but sunlight still managed to get in through various holes and cracks in the timber, making it look like a spooky film set, complete with cobwebs that wafted when you walked passed them, and dust on the floor that rose in small clouds whenever a step was taken.

Above our heads were several stout looking beams, that would easily take my weight, which was good as that was clearly what Quinn had in mind as I'd often suggested to them to do that, but there was nothing at his house that was suitable. Clearly he'd thought about this before though, as although the shack was otherwise empty, and probably had been for some time, someone had left a small stool in the corner, that I recognised from the house.

"You can stand on this," Quinn almost asked me, going around to unlock the padlock holding my hands together so I could take the rucksack off.

Rummaging once more inside the bag, Quinn pulled out the longest length of chain which, after two missed attempts he was able to throw up in the air and get over the stoutest of the beams, directly above where the stool had been position.

Holding my hands out to him I allowed Quinn to lock them to one end of the chain hanging down from the beam, and then raised my arms as high as I could above my head, while he fastened the other end off on the far side of the shack where I'd never be able to reach it.

"I'm going to take the stool away now," He told me before kicking it from under my legs, leaving me to fall a short distance, until only the tips of my toes where on the floor, with most of my weight being taken by the chain attached to the cuffs on my wrists which were thankfully wide enough not to cut off my circulation.

"How do you like that Slave?" he asked but of course I couldn't answer, just hang there with my eyes wide open as he picked the paddle out from the rucksack.

WHOP!

The first blow wasn't all that hard but it didn't need to be as all it had to do was to knock me off my balance and my body was swinging from the ceiling in a way that made everything bounce. Including my erection.

"Like it do you!" Quinn smiled, peering around my front to watch the reaction before getting back into position for a second blow.

WHOP!

Again I spun, as my bum got pushed forward from the force of the blow causing me to swing some more, in a way that was both exciting and caused a strain on my body, that wasn't in itself terrible.

"This is fun!" I heard Quinn say but I have no idea if he was talking to me, or to himself, but whichever it was, that was the first admission that he was enjoying what he was doing to me. Of course, I known all along that he would, but I wasn't sure if he realised it himself. After all having fantasies about tying up another boy, spanking him, and so on, are one thing, and clearly Quinn had had those before, but actually doing it are something else. Naturally there's the difficulty of finding someone to tie up and spank, but now Quinn had that, and was breaking through whatever reservations he'd previous had about acting out his fantasies, I had the impression that the rest of my stay with his family was going to be anything but easy.

—11 and three 10 yo—

The play was now approaching very fast, so the outings of Matilda were no longer possible and instead Jody and Karl concentrated on getting me ready for my big day, or at least the first dress rehearsal, to which I turned up already in full costume, as the last thing I wanted was anyone getting to watch me being turned into a girl. There was the still a question about how the rest of the cub pack would treat me when they saw me all dressed up, but the answer to that I would soon know.

One of Karl's sisters dropped us off at the hall where the play was going to be performed, but while Jody and Karl had things to do in preoperation for the rehearsal I didn't, as I knew all my lines and was ready to go. So instead I just wondered around, taking in the various props and scenary that was stacked around the back of the hall as well as the other performers, none of whom seem to have gone to as much trouble as I had.

I spotted the Wicked Witch of the West, in the standard black cape and big black hat. The boy playing her, wasn't wearing a dress though, and had instead gone for a pair of black trousers and sweatshirt underneath the cape, which admittedly worked, but felt to me as if he'd cheated somewhat. Mind you the Good Witch, was an even bigger cheat, as she was now a wizard, who would have looked more at home in a Harry Potter movie, which was definitely a cop out if ever I saw one.

Other costumes were a mismatch of make-do-and-mend styles. The tinman for example was wearing normal clothes but had tin foil wrapped around his arms and legs, which was clearly making walking tricky as the foil was too tight around his joints to allow them to bend properly. Still that kept the kid in character. The scarecrow, was, as you'd expect stuffed with straw, which was giving him a terrible itch, as he couldn't stop scratching, while the cowardly lion was constantly tripping over his tail, that is when the other boys weren't standing on it, or trying to slap each other with it, like little kids are prone to do.

It fell to Jody to try and get everything in order, which wasn't an easy task given how many kids were there, along with a scattering of parents, trying to either help or interfere, not that you could always tell the difference between the two. But eventually we were all got ready to give the play a run through.

We'd all done parts of the show before, and even run long sections of it, so we all pretty much knew our lines and where to go and what to do, but there were still a few mistakes and things to sort out along the way, but it pretty went from the start which was one of the trickiest bits as a tornado is going to be.

Don't worry we didn't go over board with the effects and have a wind machine and people chucking buckets of water around, as was suggested in an earlier meeting. Instead, we just skipped that part with a narrator telling about what had happened, and then the curtain would rise, on the part of the story after Dorothy – played by me of course – had already arrived in Oz.

So there I was, as the curtain went up, spinning around in my short blue dress with the bib on the front, holding a small basket with a stuffed Toto sitting inside waiting until the curtains were all the way open before I fell down onto some handily placed cushions that had apparently fallen out of the smashed up house that was drawn on the backdrop. It was something that as a boy I'd done loads of times, taking a fall, but it's different when you're wearing a dress, especially a short dress with frilly rumba knickers underneath are likely to be on show should you throw your legs in the air.

Normally this probably wouldn't have been too much of an issue but as the stage was raised up from the ground, to give everyone a decent view, this meant that even laying down on the stage floor I was at eye level with the front row. The front row where all the cubs who weren't on stage yet had been seated. Naturally they saw my knickers.

"Nice knickers!" came the first comment from Leo, quickly followed up by one from his best mate, Max.

"Do you show your knickers to all the boys."

There were a few more comments after that, all along the same lines, and then they were cut off as Jody stormed out onto stage and threaten them both with that, if they said anything else they'd be spending a month wearing a Brownie uniform, which soon shut them all up.

The rehearsal went smoothly from then on, although Leo and Max did give me evil looks for most of the day, but then they were meant to be guards so that looked right if a little creepy.

The second rehearsal the next day went even better, meaning we were clearly ready for the full show the day after, which had apparently already sold out. So much so that there wasn't a seat left to be had in the hall, and all the standing room was gone as well. This made the play a total success even before it had happened, some of which Karl claimed was down to me, and the novelty of having a boy playing a girl's part which apparently not everyone believed as I was doing it so well. No, really, that's what he said, and from the comments some of the parents were giving me, it seemed to be true. Even they didn't believe I was a boy.

It's tricky to say this without sounding like I've got a big head, but I was really, really good. I guess all those times I'd pretended to be something I wasn't in order to fore fill some fantasy or other – like I was doing then of course – had made me a good actor and I have to admit that I really did like the attention. But then I'm a showoff, as you've probably guessed already. Still I could have done without all the squealing from the girls in the audience whenever I first appeared, as I never knew if they were doing that for the way I looked or because they'd seen my knickers.

The last night came around fast, with the final performance being little more than a blur for me. No sooner did we start then the final curtain was coming down and the cast were coming together for the curtain call, where we all took our bows. Or at least the cubs did, as being a 'girl' I didn't bow but curtsey which seemed more fitting and did get a nice round of applause for me.

And that should have been that, and as far as I was concerned it was, however, once the bows were done the curtains didn't close, and instead, Jody came out and started a short speech in which he thanked everyone involved in the production, from those who lent us the hall, the people who made the costumes – including Karl's sisters – and so on. Then when that was done, he started thanking the cast, starting with those playing the minor roles like Leo and Max, and then working up through the named parts, with each of them coming forward to take a bow in the centre stage, to ever louder applause.

As the lead character I got to go last, although I'd already done it as Leo decided it would be funny if Toto took a bow, so I had to step forward, pull the stuffed dog from my basket and make out it was taking a bow, which was a bit silly, but the audience thought it was cute, and I got another laugh. Leo then waited until I went back to my place in the line, before reading out my name as playing Dorothy, making sure that he pronounced Matthew clearly so everyone would know I was a boy playing a girl.

Rather caught up in the moment, I have to admit, that I played it up a bit, almost skipping forward and gigging a little wave until, right on the lip of the stage I gave the sweetest curtsy I think anyone in the hall had ever seen, to wild applause and enough screams to make it sound like we'd just done a horror movie.

What happened next was apparently all Karl's idea for which he'd used his own money, to buy a large bouquet of flowers, of the sort that all the stage divas get given at the end of a performance. Clearly Jody knew about it as he motioned for me to stay in the centre of the stage, while Karl approached from the other side, and handed me the flowers in a way that actually made me blush a little.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" was suddenly being chanted from behind me, from the part of the chorus where the soldiers were standing, so no guesses for that was. But it was soon taken up by nearly everyone in the hall, even though Jody tried to stop it by thanking people for coming and pointing out where the exits were. By then though no one was going to leave until they'd seen what they were chanting for.

Karl looked at me, unsure as to what to do. His eyes looking up at me, as if asking permission which I granted with a nod. At this he stretched himself up onto the tips of his toes, and planted the sweetest little kiss on my cheek, and the crowd roared or squealed depending on their gender.

And so ended my first time dressed up as a girl on stage and with it my excuses to wear frilly girl's clothes for the rest of the time too. However that isn't the last time I got dressed up during that stay, as there was one more thing that I felt I had to do.

—11 and 12 yo—

The second day of scout camp didn't start as early as it probably should have done. I'd head stories about camps getting up at the crack of dawn to go on a run, or skinny dipping, but none of that happened with my two young scouts, even though I rather fancied the latter idea. Instead, it was well into the middle of the morning when I started to stir, only to find I was the only one awake. At least in my tent.

My cousin Yuri had slept on top of his sleeping bag, just like I had. He was also every bit as naked as I was, having clearly shucked his shorts before falling asleep, which made me feel a little guilty about nodding off the way I had. Still it did give me the chance to have my first good look at him without clothes, and I have to say that I rather liked what I saw. For a twelve year old, he really was in very good shape and I don't just mean between the legs either, although that was both bigger, and slightly more hairy than I'd expected. No, rather, that the scout lifestyle clearly worked for him, as his legs were muscular, his stomach flat with even the hint of a six pack forming. His shoulders were broad, his chest strongly defined and so on.

Just looking at him started me on the way to another erection, again reminding me about how the night before had ended with a rather one side activity, that was perhaps the mirror of what it should have been, as after all, since when does the leader give the slave a suck job? Surely that should be the other way around? At least that was something I could do while I waited for him to wake up!

There was no other sounds to be heard, either from the tent on the other side of the now died down fire, or indeed from anywhere around the campsite as I reached across and carefully stroked that part of Yuri that so far had been hidden from me.

Slowly there was a stirring, followed shortly by a stretching as Yuri became erect until he was standing straight up. I don't mean that his erection was pointing up his body either. I mean it was actually pointing straight up, in the air, just like it was an actual tent post, albeit one with out canvas.

Scooting closer, I leaned down for a closer look, inspecting him the way I'd been inspected, looking for any trace of hairs starting to grow, but there was nothing. However, when I spotted a faint shadowing across the root, a gentle brush with my forefinger felt a soft downy sensation that was much too soft to be actual stubble, but was along those lines. Clearly whatever pubic hair Yuri had started to grow had met the same fate as mine had, having met a razor. This raising the question as to if Yuri had done it off his own back, cos he liked the way his tackle looked without hair, or if it was something that all the scouts did. I'd have to check with Zac if I got the chance. For the moment I had a debt to repay.

Now I realise you all probably think I'm something of a slut, given all the tales I've already told you but the truth was I really didn't have that much practise at giving out suck jobs. Sure I'd been on the receiving end of some, and other cousins had 'made' me do it to them as part of whatever scenario I'd tricked them into at the time. But this was the first time I'd done it, totally on my own.

Oh wait, I didn't tell you that was what I was going to do, did I? Still you know now, so you won't be surprised that I leant over Yuri's still sleeping body and carefully took the end of his erection into my mouth. Naturally he didn't stay asleep for long after that.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes still pretty much glued shut, not that he needed them to know what I was doing. Which wasn't what he asked. No, he wanted to know why I'd stopped, which I'd only done as he'd woken up. When he made it plain he wanted me to carry on, which he did totally unsubtly by pushing my head back down again – I got on with it.

Slowly I allowed my mouth to slide all the way down Yuri's erection until the crown was pushing at the back of my throat, where I felt the first urge to gag. This was frustrating as I know it was possible to get all of a boy's erection into your mouth as it had happened to me any number of times, I just had to work out how. As things turned out the answer came to my by accident.

Picture the scene. One naked scout is laying spread out on his sleeping bag, while another, equally naked scout is kneeling over him with the two of them connect by the erection of the first that the second has nearly all of the way into his mouth.

There's a cough. A sigh. A clearing of the throat, that is followed by a loud swallowing sound and then, suddenly, much to the surprise of both scouts, lips are touching pubic bone, and all four eyes go wide in total surprise.

That's how it happened. I just cleared my throat, went to swallow the stuff I'd dislodged and found myself with Yuri's erection all the way inside my mouth. My chin on his nuts, my lips around his root, and the crown about halfway to my stomach. Well, perhaps not halfway, but you get the idea?

From that point everything went right about faster than it takes to talk about it. Yuri gave a sort of double gasp. The first part of which was due to finding himself nuts deep in my mouth, and the second was the start of his orgasm that was over almost before it began, but which still managed to give me a surprisingly creamy breakfast.

I was doing my slave duty and cleaning the mess I'd largely made between Yuri's legs when we heard Zac starting to get up meaning there would be no time for me to get my reward for being such a good tent-mate which was a touch frustrating, given that I had to start making the real breakfast, before my erection had gone, turning my loin cloth into it's usual poking out state.

After breakfast – which was nothing special to be honest just cereal bars – Yuri announced that we'd be spending the morning – or what was left of it anyway, exploring which seemed a little odd given both he and Zac had been to the camp site every year since they were like seven or eight, but when the scout leader says something then that's what you do.

Dressed in shorts and shirts, with their kerchiefs loosely around their necks so no one wouldn't know they were scouts, Yuri and Zac took what they called post on me. This meant that one walked in front and the other behind. Yuri being the leader went in front, while Zac got to stare at my bare bum as all I had on was the loin cloth and some shoes. Of course, being the slave I had to carry a backpack containing water, snacks and a that ultimate scout item, a compass. Not that anyone ever even looked at it.

We went across the field where I'd nearly escaped, through a small wood and then out into a sort of long hilly meadow. All the while avoiding roads, and other people partly to so no one would see but also, I suspect to keep up the pretense that we were miles from anywhere, totally alone in the wilderness.

Eventually we came to the spot that had clearly been our destination since we started out. A surprisingly large, slow flowing river that had backed itself up into a wide sweeping bend that formed itself into a perfect swimming hole.

"Anyone fancy a dip?" asked Yuri over his shoulder, whilst already starting to remove his clothing. Naturally there were no arguments and on one said anything about not having a swimsuit, as this was scouts and scouts very obviously go skinny dipping.

Not having been actually told I could go in the water I just stood there at the side watching while Yuri got naked, giving me yet another chance to admire his naked body, that was now bathed in golden sunlight, highlighting something I hadn't noticed before. Despite spending so much time outside with the scouts, the twelve year old didn't have a single tan line on his body. Not one. I mean even his bum, had a tan albeit a slightly lesser one than the rest of him, but it was there all the same. And Zac was the same.

"Last one in gets to pick up our stuff," Yuri cried, jogging towards the water, giving me the permission I'd been waiting for. Not that it would do me any good.

"Out the way slave boy!" yelped my cousin's friend as he sprinted passed me, in such a blur that I didn't even realise he was naked until he was flying through the air with his knees tucked under his chin, as he cannon balled into the water with a splash that probably caused some village downstream to flash flood.

I was left on the bank surrounded by discarded clothes that all needed collecting, and folding into two piles depending on who the owner was, before I could finally slip the elastic from around my waist, and join my companions in the surprisingly cold water.

For what had to be amongst the happiest time I'd ever had the three of us played around in the water like… well… like young boys. We splashed, we had water fights, we ducked each other, we wrestled, we even raced each other up and down the river until we were all totally tired out, at which point we finally pulled our totally soaked bodies out onto the back, where we lay on our backs letting the sun dry the remains of the water from us.

Naturally during all this I finally got to see what Zac looked like under his clothes, which turned out to be fairly average. Not average in a bad way, or even a good way. Just average. Everything was there, in about the right proportions for his height and age, and I already know that it all worked. There just wasn't much to say about it, which isn't always a bad thing as someone has to be average or average wouldn't be average, would it?

AS we sat there we unpacked the perversions we'd bought – or I did anyway – drinking the water and snacking on the snacks until it was finally time to head back to camp.

The journey back took slightly longer as we walked at a far more leisurely pace, so that it was getting into the late afternoon before we arrived back at our tents, which meant we pretty much had to get right down to starting to preparing our tea. Or at least getting the fire built up again so it would be hot enough for the sausages we'd had in the cool box.

Supper was really brilliant, even if it took forever for the sausages to cook, and then they got a touch burnt as I was, for rather obvious reasons, I was somewhat reluctant to keep turning them over as they were spitting all over the place, and wasn't fun when you're next to nude.

After the sausages were gone – and there were four packets cooked twelve at a time to make them last – I got to do the cleaning up, and then as darkness fell, we once more sat around the fire telling even more stories and some of the same ones, even recycling a few movie, TV and book plots, just to keep the evening going as long as possible.

Zac crept off to his tent barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to zip himself inside, while on the way to ours Yuri told me that my day wasn't over yet and that I was to fetch the measuring stave, as he had another scouting tradition he wanted to show me. Naturally I rushed to find out what that was although the ropes he was holding when I got back to the tent gave me an idea it was going to be my kind of fun.

Told to lay down on top of my sleeping bag, with my hands above my head, which is where the rope came in.

It only took a life long scout like Yuri second to bind my hands so tightly together that there was no chance I was going to be able to undo them even if I had been able to see the knots themselves which I couldn't do as not only had he tied my hands together but he'd also tied them to one of the tent pegs, that had been hammered into the ground to keep them there.

The measuring stave was next. This was placed back where it had been the previous day, across the back of my neck, but on top of my raised arms which effectively trapped it in place which it would need to be, as it was going to be holding my legs back.

One by one, Yuri pulled my ankles back until they were beside my head, where he could tie them off to either end of the stave. This not only pulled my legs back but spread them right open so that my tackle was totally exposed, but my bum was as well.

Up until this point I'd been half expecting a bit of spanking action would be taking place – but then I nearly always expected that – this position though clearly wasn't right for that, although it was perfect for something else. Something that would require the bottle of baby oil that Yuri had taken from his pack.

Starting slowly, my scouting cousin, poured the shiny slippery oil onto my belly, rubbing it into as much of my skin as he could reach, until I was nearly glowing in the dim light. Then things got more interesting as his hands started to go lower, heading down towards my tackle, which had already responded to what was going on, giving him the perfect handle to hold me by as he coated me in baby oil, between the legs. This though wasn't like I was about to get a nappy put on – yes I considered that might happen as well – as this was clearly for a different, and far more pleasurable purpose, as even though he was touching me in my most intimate places, Yuri wasn't giving me a wank. At least not yet.

The oil trickled down between my legs, in a great tickling sensation. One that was soon followed by Yuri's finger, only he wasn't trying to retrieve the stray drops, but rather encourage them to go further down and then in.

I gave an involuntary shudder as the fingers brushed over my bum hole. Yuri looked me in the face clearly trying to judge my reaction to what he was doing. When I didn't complain or cry out he pushed it a little bit further. And by that I mean he pushed his finger and little more inside me.

The finger entered easily, but still Yuri was gentle, working it back and forth, going that little bit deeper each and every time, until it was all the way inside. Then he did the same in reverse pulling it slowly out, and then putting it back in again, while I just lay there and gasped.

For several minutes I was given a delicious single finger fuck, until Yuri decided it was time to double up. from that point on I had two fingers not just pushing back and forth through my bum hole, but spreading themselves out once they were inside, gradually opening me up for what I was now certain was going to be a full on scout sex.

With one hand busy in my bottom, Yuri set about stripping himself with his other hand, and making a pretty good job of it, even though he did get his shorts a bit tangled around his feet. Eventually though he was naked and, nor surprisingly ever bit as erect as I was, even though he hadn't touched himself yet. That didn't last long through, as he started to rub himself in more baby oil until his erection glistened.

There was a bit of shuffling around as Yuri got himself into position behind and slightly above me. His fingers removed from my rear, now guided his erection towards my nicely stretched open hole as he pressed himself against my entrance.

From all my experience with various sex toys I knew just what to do at this point, willing myself to relax down there and sure enough as I did, the head of Yuri's erection slipped right inside me, where he held it, showing remarkable control, so I could get used to the intrusion, little knowing that I'd had a lot bigger than him up there.

The tip now embedded in me, Yuri no longer had to hold himself, which allowed him to hold me instead. His still slippy hands wrapping themselves around my tackle in a way that was sure to get me to relax even if I hadn't know what to do in such a situation.

Slowly Yuri started to slide himself further and further into me until such time that his bare pubis was pressed tight against my splayed open buttocks. There he paused, waiting for me to get used to him, before he started the serious business of giving me some of the best sex of my life.

It was all just about perfect for me. A good looking, younger boy, was using me for his own pleasure while I was tied up and helpless to prevent him from doing it, and yet at the same time I still felt that I had some control over the situation as I just knew that if I asked him to Yuri would have stopped what he was doing without a second thought for his own pleasure.

Time stopped as I was transported to that special place that you only get to visit during the most intense sexual acts. My mind going completely blank, my eyes closing, even my ears refusing to hear anything, as I concentrated just on what was going on inside my bum. Well inside my bum and in my own erection was which shivering in excitement as it got ready to do it's thing all over my belly which is just what it did a few seconds later, followed almost instantly by Yuri doing the same thing buried up high deep within my bum hole.

Yuri stayed inside me even after we'd both finished up. His hands casually smearing the cream that had come out of me over my belly, while he waited for himself to relax enough so that he would more or less slip out on his own.

Once disconnected, Yuri cleaned us both up waiting until I was less shiny than I had been before he released my legs and allowed them back down onto the sleeping bag, at which point we both pretty much went straight to sleep. Yes I know that sounds strange and that perhaps we should have done some more stuff, but we didn't. We just went to sleep. I guess it was all that outside air, as isn't that what it is meant to do to young boys? Tire them out. Well that and the sex, of course.

The next morning was the end of camp so there wasn't time to get up to anything else as everything had to be perfect once the adults turned up so I didn't even get to wear the loin cloth, let alone get completely naked, but still it was fun all the same, just doing regular scout stuff with the other two. Just a shame I never got back to Yuri after that.

—15 yo—

It was the day of the pram race and I couldn't have been more excited. There had been a charity event in the town where Cole and Daryl lived with their parents for as long as anyone could remember, but this was the first time that they'd done anything like this, and it was all thanks to me. I'd come up with the initial idea, and even worked out some of the issues that had cropped up along the way, I'd even laid down the rules, keeping them as simple as possible. There just had to be a pram, someone to push, and of course a 'baby' inside the pram. Naturally this couldn't be a real baby as that would have been dangerous, but, as I suggested, wouldn't it be funny, if the baby was actually a teenager.

Yeah, you know what I was thinking and it was right, I was going to get to ride in a pram, in front of everyone and no one was going to think anything about it, as it was 'charity' and as everyone knows you can get away with a hell of a lot if it's for charity.

It all came together a lot faster than I ever dared to image it would. My first fear would be that no one else would want to do it, and true I would be the only boy 'baby' in the race, and nearly all the other teams would be entirely girls, but if nothing else that would give me and Cole more a chance to win.

Most of the other teams came from local schools or youth groups like the guides, so there was a lot all competing although I doubt many of them actually wanted to win the price which officially was as much baby stuff as you wanted from this little independent baby shop that was sponsoring the event. Still they could always donate what they won to the local hospital's baby unit. Not me though, I had something very special planned if we won, and it was something I wasn't going to be giving up on easily, although that wouldn't mean I wasn't going to take the race seriously. NO way, I was in this to not only win, but to have a great time in the process.

It was tricky to hide my excitement as Cole and I headed down to the baby shop which was going to be the starting, and finishing line for the race. Daryl wasn't with us as I think he half expected himself to end up as the baby, but no doubt he was off eating something somewhere instead.

"Hello there," the women who owned the shop welcomed us, "Have you got everything you need?"

"Yes, yes we do," Smiled Cole being far more charming than any fifteen year old should be, "I can't wait to see my little cousin all dressed up like a little baby."

I made some noise like I wasn't too sure what I was letting myself in for, whilst smiling as I just couldn't help myself.

"Well you know there's a price for the best, most baby-like costume don't you boys?"

"Oh yes, we've got something prepared, don't we Baby Matty," Cole nudged me with the bags he was carrying that contained my costume, and my smile turned into a bit of a blush.

"OH bless," sighed the woman, in what was probably her standard greeting to her smaller customers, but which made me tingle in my shorts, "Anyway, as you're the only boy contestants we've given you a separate section to get ready, over there in the toddler section."

I so wanted to say how apt that was, given that I'd been little more than a toddler for nearly all my time in Cole's house, but kept my mouth shut as the woman wondered over to the next contestants and we went across to our own little curtained off section.

"Wonder where the prams are?" I asked looking around the shelves at the stock of nappies and other baby items I as probably a little too familiar with.

"Out the back. They'll bring them in when we ask," Cole opened up the larger of the bags he had with him pulling out a changing mat which he unrolled onto the floor, "Right then, shall we get you ready to look like a real baby?"

It was something that we'd disguised before but which up until this time had never really had the chance to do. At least not without a real excuse to give to anyone who might notice the change. Not that many would, but all the same, I was out of my clothes in two seconds flat. One to pull the stripped shirt over my head and the other to push down the loose shorts I was wearing, leaving me totally naked as I wasn't wearing any underwear.

Cole knelt on the floor while I lay on the changing mat which was naturally a touch on the small side for me, meaning I had to bend my legs both up and wide, which left me feeling rather exposed on the floor of a shop, but also excited about what was going to happen, as Cole took out some moist wipes, the can of foam and the safety razor.

The entire operation only took about ten minutes. The foam going directly onto the skin between my legs and under my arms which I held above my head to make that easier, that then followed by Cole carefully guiding the blade across my flesh, and then using the wipes to clean away anything that was left. By the end of it, I was left all pink and as shiny as a new born baby, without a hair beneath my head.

"How's it feel?" Cole asked.

"Odd," was the honest answer, although I could have added smooth and oddly more naked even though I hadn't had all that much hair in the first place.

Cole laughed, "Yeah, well that's what you said this morning when you didn't have a nappy on, but we'll fix that right now."

My nappy for the day was a large, fluffy terry nappy, that we'd pre folded to save time, with a thick soaker pad down the middle so that it was all ready to be pinned on. Placed between my spread legs, Cole easily lifted me by both my ankles, so that my bum left the changing mat allowing him to slide the nappy into place.

I sighed a little as my rear came down on the softness of the nappy but Cole didn't notice he was too busy with the oil and the powder making sure that everything that had to be was heavily coated until I had the largest erection I could possibly get at that age.

"There it goes again!" my cousin laughed, ignoring it like he always did, to reach down between my legs to pull the wad of fluffy white terry material up over my straining front while he raised the sides across my hips, joining it all together with a long series of pins, to keep it tightly fixed around me.

While Cole returned to his bag of supplies I got to stretch my legs, instantly finding much to my pleasure that I could no longer bring them together thanks to the thickness of the nappy.

The plastic pants where only a touch on the pale blue side, but you'd still be able to see the white nappy through them, just in case anyone was to doubt I was wearing one. Naturally I didn't want that. They were also just the right size to go over the nappy, making sure that they weren't too baggy so they'd sag, but still not so tight that they'd compress the bulk of the nappy any. I'd thought of everything.

The rest of my costume was in the same pale blue as the plastic pants – the shop had provided it albeit slightly reluctantly with a few of the things it contained. Still if they'd seen how keen I'd put it all on, then perhaps they'd have realised just how much I enjoyed this. Thankfully though the thickness of the nappy hid the other indication of that.

Actually the only real thing that I was going to wear as far as clothes went, was a t-shirt. This would naturally be too short to cover my nappy, but would proudly proclaim not just which contest I was, but also that I was "Happy in a Nappy", which everyone thought was a great slogan, which was just as well given that it was I'd called my and Cole's team.

Booties slipped on my bare feet, more like socks than the shoes they were replacing. A bonnet on my head, covered up my big boy hair and mittens went on my hands. These were ordinary woolen mittens that the shop gave us, but which wouldn't just cover my hands, but also the couple of layers of duct tape that Cole put over my balled up fists first, just to make sure I wouldn't be taking them of or indeed, able to grip anything through the thin wool.

Finally there was an oversized dummy, that I opened my mouth widely to receive, sucking on it even as Cole reached around behind the back of my head, to tie the ribbons off that would prevent me from spitting it out. Not that there was much chance of that. Just in case though, he also pinned a more noticeably ribbon to the front of my shirt, so that the dummy wouldn't be lost.

"Right that's you done. Now sit there while I get ready."

The 'there' in that sentence wasn't on the chancing mat as Cole needed to clear that up along with the rest of the things he'd bought with him. Putting them all back in his bag, before he got himself into costume which was somewhat rather less elaborate than mine, being a long white coat, like doctor's used to wear, which would hide his running shorts, and trainers.

"OH you look so sweat," the woman gushed when she saw us, or me anyway, as Cole didn't look all that great and certainly not 'sweat' as he was after all fifteen, with all the gangly limbs, and spots that go with that. Well not so many spots, but there were there if you looked for them. There again I doubt I'd have been quite so 'sweat' if my erection had been at all obvious.

A few minutes later, Cole and I were in the store room at the back of the shop, standing beside the large pram that I was going to be spending the rest of the day in. This wasn't the first time we'd seen it though, as we'd spend most of the previous week getting it ready, which is why it was now all decked out in the same pale blue as I was wearing, along with as many baby-ish frills as we could get on it. There was a large rail at one end for Cole to push it, and a shelf underneath that we were going to load up with all my baby supplies, especially large packets of nappies that were clearly in my size. Inside was a simple plastic covered mattress but which we'd raised up via a board so that instead of laying down I'd be sitting up, so that everyone could see me. This had raised the Health and Safety warning about me falling out, when we went round a corner, but there was a solution to that. Reins.

These weren't something that we'd improvised. They weren't even something that we'd made up. They were the real things. Made from real leather, with proper metal buckles and fully adjustable slides, just like the most expense ones that posh baby's get to wear. Only, of course, they were bigger. Big enough for me. The only thing wrong with them, in fact, was that I wouldn't be able to keep them, but would have to return them to the shop once the race was over. Although I fully expected to use them again. Once we'd won.

Holding my arms up like zombie on the rampage, I allowed Cole to slip the leather harness on my like I was putting a jacket on backwards. Once it was up on my shoulders, he then nipped behind me, so he could fasten all the buckles up behind me. This pulled it good and snug around my torso, a flap fastened with tight press studs, also meant that the buckles were kept well out of the way of little fingers. Not that my fingers would be going anywhere near them, seeing as they were inside the mittens, but it's the little touches like that which were going to win us the prize. (Sorry spoiler alert!)

Given the way I was dressed I had a little trouble getting up into the pram, making it a great idea that it had a full set of brakes or else it probably would have rolled off while I was making my first ham fisted attempt to clamber over the side. In the end there was no option but for Cole to sweep me off my feet and then to dump my big padded bum down inside it, as with the mittens on my hands, my legs forced apart, and the booties on my feet, there was no way I was going to get in by myself.

"Make yourself comfortable," Cole told me, once more helping me to get myself into the position I wanted to be which was with my feet at one end, my bum in the middle, and then my upper body sticking up, propped on the back board. To do this I had to keep my legs bent as the pram wasn't long enough but that would make me look even more babyish and just like everything else, highlighted the bulk of the nappy around my loins.

Once I was settled and sure I was fine, Cole set about making the final safety adjustments of clipping the sides of the harness I as wearing to the sides of the pram at the bottom of my rib cage, while at the top, a strap ran around behind the back board, making sure that I wouldn't be able to move from my seated position.

My feet now pressed sole to sole at the bottom of the pram, were to be held in place, as the laces from the booties were tied together, which would ensure that my bare knees were pushed up, just above the raised sides of the pram, where they could be seen. Likewise my arms, or rather my forearms, rested on the sides of the pram, where ribbons from the woollen mittens were knotted in large bows around the metal frame, so they'd stay there.

"Right then, you stay there Baby Matty, and I'll let the women know that we're ready for the race."

Cole left me there, totally helpless, but not the least worried that I'd get up to anything as, quite obviously I couldn't. However I didn't stay alone for long, as Cole must have met his family in the shop for they soon came back to have a look at me.

"This brings back memories," sighed my Aunt as she looked at me, "What do you think Daryl do you remember when that was you?"

My little cousin looked like he was going to say the rudest thing his five year old mind, could come up with, until he caught his mother's face looking down at him as he peered over the side of the pram so instead he choose to play the cheeky little kid card, just like he always did when he was around adults. Just not in a way I'd ever have expected.

The small pudgy hand came over the side of the pram, and with Daryl clearly standing on the tips of his toes, he reached right between my legs to give the crotch of my nappy a big squeeze, "Baby still dry," he announced, ignoring all the words that he felt weren't needed.

"I imagine he is," my Aunt laughed, pushing the chubby kid away from me, "Matt is fourteen after all, and big boys don't wet themselves."

Turning Daryl raised his finger once more clearly intending to say something about that, but thankfully his mother continued to urge him out of the store room, before he could mention just how many time's I'd wet myself.

Cole returned a short while later to tell me the race was about to start and that we should be out on the line with the others, meaning that it was time for me to be finally seen dressed as a baby by what soon turned out to be just about everyone in the town as they'd all turned out for the event.

It was just so exciting for me. Here I was dressed like a little toddler boy in an extra thick nappy, strapped into a large pram, basically unable to move, or talk, or do anything, and I was going to be taken for a walk around town just like any other little kid. Well, okay, so it was going to be a run, rather than a walk, but the idea was the same and the difference did nothing to make my erection any softer. The total opposite in fact.

The pram swayed slightly as Cole pushed me through the shop and out onto the street, no doubt from it being rather top heavy, and carrying a heavier baby than it was used to. There was some laughing, which was to be expected, but none of it sounded mean, just people getting in on what they saw of the joke of a teenage boy being dressed up like a little kid. On the whole though the positive comments about how cute I looked far outweighed anything else, as did the compliments when people realised just how much trouble we'd gone to, to get my costume and the pram right.

To say Cole and I stood out amongst the other contestants was an understatement. Sure we all had pretty much the same basic pram as they'd all been provided by the shop, but none of the others had gone to the extremes that I had. Sure some had a baby bonnet on, and ether was even a dummy or two, but none were wearing real nappies like I was. Fact is a couple of the girls inside the prams weren't even dressed as babies at all. which in my mind, should have disqualified them on the spot.

The race started with an air horn but there was no sprint start as the path was just too narrow for all the prams so we pretty much had to stay in the order we'd lined up in, for the first stretch, although Cole did manage to squeeze past one set, on a corner, before the race opened up into the park.

As soon as we were on open ground, Cole let loose with his long legs, proving that the time he'd spent oiling up the old pram while I'd fiddled about with it's fittings, was well worth it, as we were off like a blue flash. This did mean my ride was less than smooth, so I was hanging on for dear life as I got bounced up, down, and from side to side as well as back and forth, as we hit every pot hole, and cracked flag stone that the council had never got around to fixing.

A girl baby squealed when we passed them, sticking her tongue out at me, but there was nothing I could do in retaliation, but give her my best baby death stare, before her team was left in Cole's dust, as we crested the hill and picked up even more speed on the decent.

It was like the best roller coaster ride in the world, only I got to experience it all, backwards, looking just at Cole's ever more sweaty face as he struggled to stop the pram from getting away with him, skidding along on the soles of his trainers, as he slowed it enough to round the park gate back onto the street for the final stretch back to the baby shop.

Crowds – and I mean actually crowds, several people deep – lined the street, as Cole powered his way passed the last set of girls even though they had two guides pushing a pram containing a third girl who looked just about young enough to actually wear nappies for real. And then we were breaking through the tape that had been stretched between two lampposts, making us the winners.

The pram came to a jolting halt as people swamp in to congratulate us, especially Cole who slumped over the pram's push bar, to exhausted to talk, just panting like he'd run the race of his life, which he had done.

Pictures were taken for the local paper a short while later, as we were declared official winners and given our price from the baby shop and gave one of those over sized cheques with the proceeds of the race, to the charity. All the while I stayed in the pram looking as proud and smiling as widely as I could with a dummy stuffed in my mouth.

—13 yo boy and girl—

It was the weekend and I was in the living room of the Bailey house, with the female prefect and a couple of her friends all of us knowing what was going on but no one sure how to go about it. We were there to prepare a surprise for her twin brother, and that surprise was going to be me.

"Take your clothes off then," I was ordered, but I didn't respond as I couldn't afford to look too keen, not in front of Bailey's friends, anyway, leaving her no option but to issue her standard threat. "Do it or I'll put you across my knee and spank you."

That did it, my erection came to full salute which in the shorts I was wearing, wasn't that easy to hide.

"Last chance!" Bailey warned me, yet even as she did so she was signalling her friends to close in on me. Not that I did anything to prevent them, or move away, or even cry out. I just let them take hold of my arms, and then pull down my shorts until I was naked in front of them, complete with my erection waving about.

It was embarrassing, and rather more humiliating that I would have liked, but it had to happen if my idea to once more tick the male twin was going to work. That said, some of the girl's comments about my private parts were as wrong as they were hurtful given that I was about the average size for my age, even if I didn't have much pubes.

There wasn't much time, thankfully for the group of thirteen year old girls to continue their "Oohs" and "Aahs" before Bailey made good on her promise, grabbing my arm and pulling me over to a chair, where she sat and I went over her knees for a re-run of the many spankings she'd given me since I'd first worked my way into that position some time earlier.

The spanking stung, but wasn't all that bad, still I put on a good show, asking and then begging her to stop, and even giving a little kick of my legs as she spanked my bare bum with the flat of her hand until it had taken on the required redness.

"Right that should do for a warning," Bailey stopped spanking me, but left me over her knees while she announced what was going to happen, "Let's go and play some dress up shall we."

The girls squealed, casting aside any doubts that they may have had about what was going to happen as I was pulled from Bailey's lap and tugged up the stairs to the bathroom, where a bath had already been run. ONe that smelt of sweet flowers, from the oils that had been poured into the water.

I was allowed to lay back in the strangely soothing water, as the girls headed into Bailey's room to find something for me to wear, thinking that they were going to be the ones choosing it, even though Bailey and I had already decided on what clothing would be used, when I surprised her brother.

The outfit was something that Bailey wouldn't have been seen in being more for a little girl, than a teenager as she was. The other girls doing that squealing thing when she held up the white taffeta dress with the puffy sleeves and the extra short shirt for them, along with the frilly underwear that went with it. The girls had a bit of a free range to find shoes, but there wasn't much that would go with the dress so even those were a foregone conclusion really.

Returning to the bathroom Bailey washed my hair, adding conditioner to it, which was something I didn't normally do, which is why I'd left it for her to do. After that I was told to climb out of the bath, and allowed to dry myself on one of the large fluffy pink towels that were in the bathroom. The final touch being a light dusting with a large powder puff that gave my body an ever stronger sent of flowers, to add to the one that continued to come from the water. Then, finally I was given something to cover myself with, even if it was only a thin, silk robe before I was taken into the bedroom where the other girls were waiting.

The clothes were laid out on the bed, and I tried my best to looked shocked but didn't say anything as I was sat on the end of the bed so my hair could be dried, and brushed, before being parted down the middle. A girl sitting on either side then proceeded to braid my hair into twin pony tails that were a little on the short side, but which were just about long enough to have a pink ribbon tied into the end.

With my hair done it was time for me to get dressed which meant loosing the robe of course, but given the girls had already seen everything there was too see, that didn't faze me in the slightest. I just sat there and let them slip it from my shoulders.

Underwear started my clothing for the day. Girls' underwear of course in the shape of pretty white panties, with a lace trim, that I stepped into and were pulled up to my waist.

Further underwear followed with my arms going through the straps of a little girls' training bra – apparently one of Baileys from a few years earlier – which was fastened behind my back, as two little rubber pads were put into the tiny cups to give me tiny little budding breasts.

Still sitting on the end of the bed, my feet were put into a pair of white tights which were then slowly rolled up my legs towards my waist. I had to stand for them to go up the last part, at which point there was no hiding the bulging in the pretty lace panties from the girls.

"Looks like he likes his clothes," one of the girls said, turning to Bailey to added, "Let's hope your brother does too."

"Oh he will," she said, and the girls had the giggles for several minutes, while I sat there waiting to be completely dressed.

When the girls got themselves back under control again, a white nylon slip with a white lace trim was pulled over my head, and smoothed out so that it clung to my body in a way that I couldn't help but feel was sexy, even on me.

Oddly the girls went for shoes next, buckling a pair of white patent leather low heeled shoes onto my feet having apparently decided that I wouldn't be able to walk in heels, which I could thanks to Karl's instruction, but they weren't to know that, so I said nothing.

Still only in my underwear, I was then transferred from the end of the girl's bed to her dressing table, where I sat in the chair, for a very pale coating of makeup foundation to be applied to my face. This was followed by a touch of pink blusher blended into my cheeks, a little mascara on my eye lashes, and then finally a light pink lipstick went onto my mouth to match the ribbons in my hair.

Bailey and the other girls could hardly believe just how much like a girl I looked once the make up was on, and I even think a few of them may have been jealous even if that does make me sound conceited.

My hair and make up now down it was time to finish getting dressed so the crinoline petticoats went on, up around my waist followed by the party dress over my head. Once in place, it was zipped up the back and the white satin ribbon at the waist tied in a big bow at the small of my back.

I was dressed now. The girls totally stunned at how much like a girl I looked. They made me stand with back to the full length mirror and then turn around sharply so they'd all be able to see my reaction, but I knew from experience what I would look like in a dress like that, as I'd spent all my time with my cousin Jody wearing ones very similar too it. Still I reacted as if seeing myself dressed like a ten year old girl, was a surprise, for the amusement of Bailey and her friends.

There followed some totally pointless lessons for me on how to walk, sit and behave like a girl, all of which I surprised the girls in picking up really quickly and without protest, whilst secretly enjoying the rustling sounds of the petticoats, the clicking of my shoes on the floor, and especially the smooth nylon underwear rubbing against my body. Thankfully though now my erection was hidden under the frilly clothes.

Then there was a noise from downstairs as the other Bailey came home.

"Hi girls," the head boy said poking his head around the door, "Who's this?"

He was asking about me, of course, as he knew all his sister's friends given that they all went to the same school. I'd been there too, of course, but although I'd been dressed up then as well, as both a little short trousered schoolboy and even as a girl, it was nothing like what I was wearing now.

A quick story was spun about how I was a cousin of one of the friends, visiting for the day, while the boy stared at me in a way that made me lower my head, just as an innocent young girl would do.

"Come on," the girl Bailey took my hand, "Let's go and make the tea,"

The head boy remained in the doorway as we left and I'm fairly sure that the hand that brushed across the back of my skirt, was his, and that it hadn't been an accident but I can't be entirely sure, as it could just have well have been his sister, as they were clearly that sort of family.

Downstairs there really wasn't that much to do, as the girls – the real ones – did all the work, even though most of them weren't going to be staying to actual eat the meal themselves, leaving it with just the three of us when it came time to eat. Me and the twins both of who were looking at me in an odd way especially once the sister asked her brother for a favour.

"I've got to go around to my friend's house to get something, can you look after Matilda for me?"

Yes, I was using the same name I had during my preparation for the cubs' version of the Wizard of Oz, as, well it saved me having to think of anything else.

"Sure," shrugged the brother, in a way that was nowhere near as nonchalant as he probably thought it was.

Not that I didn't have things on my mind either, as I was there dressed as a girl, being left alone with a teenage boy who seemed to have accidently left his hand on my left thigh, stroking the top of my tights.

It wasn't the most unpleasant thing I'd felt, far from it, but as his hands started to stroke my leg, and inch themselves upwards I knew I had to do something about it before the boy found himself holding something he wasn't to be expecting, so I slapped him away, like a good girl would. The brother recoiling with his hands held in surrender while his sister laughed, knowing the truth.

"Let's go and make ourselves comfortable on the sofa," the brother suggested once his sister was out of the way, leading me into the lounge.

Carefully, using everything Karl had taught me I tucked my skirts underneath my bum, and sat down. Bailey sitting himself directly next to me, even though there was plenty of room for the pair of us to spread out if we wanted. Only clearly we didn't want that.

"You look great!" he said as way of an opener, that also allowed him to slide himself closer still. "You're very pretty!"

"Thank you," I mumbled wishing he'd look at my face rather that at the twin mounds of my stuffed training bra.

He slipped his arm around me under the pretense of reaching for the Television remote control, leaving it there as he selected a channel showing one of the those soppy American teen romance movies, and I let him. In fact I not only let him but I leaned my head slightly into the crook of his arm.

We sat like that through most of the movie. Occasionally Bailey's hand would move onto whatever part of my bare skin he could reach, on my arms, or the base of my neck, to caress it, before he'd move it away again, no doubt in case he got slapped again, but I had no intent on slapping him any more. THis is what I wanted to happen so I started to lean further and further into him, even putting my hand on his knee which clearly both surprised and pleased him. And I know it pleased him as there was a clear tightening of his trousers, that he tried totally unsuccessfully to hide.

He turned towards me from time to time, and I turned to him, snuggling in ever closer until our faces were close enough to touch, which they did in a light and very lovely little kiss.

Instantly Bailey pulled back, once more waiting to see my reaction. When there wasn't one he leaned in again, and I rewarded him for his persistence by giving him more than he expected, not just returning his initial kiss, but adding to it, by opening my mouth so his tongue could slip inside.

The movie pretty much got forgotten from that point, as neither of us was watching it. The remote remaining untouched on the back of the sofa, while the pair of us were anything but untouched. We were touched all over. Well, nearly all over as there were certain places where I couldn't allow Bailey to go, but there were no such places on his body where I couldn't go. The problem was, my going places on him was only encouraging him to want to go places on me.

A hand on my knee, once more attempted to go up under my skirt, but I stopped it, saying that I couldn't let him do that, but that I would do something else.

Without a word I unzipped Bailey's trousers, reaching inside to circumnavigate the entrance through his boxers to find what I was looking for.

"Wow, it's huge!" I lied, as it was nothing of the sort. Not small either, as much as I'd like to say that it was, but just about what you'd expect to find on a thirteen year old boy. Of course, every boy, or even every man, wants to hear that they are big down there, and despite the saying flattery does go a long way.

Leaning over I purred in my best seductive voice, something else that every boy wants to hear: "Maybe we should go upstairs,"

Bailey was up in a flash. Literally, as his excitement slipped through the still open gap in his trousers, not that he seemed to notice as he hurried out of the living room and up the stairs, with his erection pointing the way.

Up in his bedroom, which looked just like every boy's bedroom I'd ever seen and let's face it I've seen a lot, Bailey didn't seem to know what to do next, which must have been something of a novelty for him. I, of course, did.

"Can I see it?" I asked, still using the seductive voice.

Naturally Bailey didn't deny my request, unfastening his trousers, while he kicked off his sensible shoes, pulling his trousers down and even removing his socks before finally showing his bowers down, as if he was at some theatrical unveiling.

"Wow!" I said, still pretending to be impressed by something that wasn't all that impressive, even if it's owner clearly thought so.

Carefully, and oh so very slowly I reached out to take hold of it in my hand, only lightly stroking it, as I didn't want things to end too early. "Why don't you take off your shirt so I can see all of you?"

Yes, Matilda was turning into a bit of a slut, but that was nothing to what I was intending to do once I had Bailey totally naked, which it has to be said wasn't a bad sight at all, given that being head boy also meant that he was captain of most of the sports teams, so he was in rather good shape than most of the bullies I've encountered.

"Why don't you lie on your bed and let me take care of you."

Bailey wasn't about to argue of course, and I probably could have got him to do just about anything right then, as I now had his hairless nuts in my other hand, stroking the silk like sac in a way that made him purr like a weird boy-shaped cat.

Sitting on the end of his bed, Bailey kept his feet on the floor, but spread them really wide so I could kneel between them, his upper body sliding from my view as he lay back, his head propped up at an angle that must have strained his neck, but there was no way he was going to miss what was happening next. A girl – as far as he was aware – between his legs, her elbows resting on his bare knees, with one hand massaging his nuts, while the other hand slowly caressed his erection.

Looking down at the boy-tube in my hand I could see just how turned on Bailey was getting. Already there was a tiny drop of pre-cum in the tip, while the crown itself, now fully exposed from the foreskin I'd peeled back, was turning a very angry looking purple colour.

Slowly I breathed out. Blowing my breath across the top of Bailey's erection, causing him to make even more cat noises, but that was nothing to what he was going to be doing in a moment.

My tongue poked out, to make a tentative lick across the morsel in front of my face, and Bailey exhaled enough air to inflate a flotilla of hot hair balloons.

It didn't taste all that bad. A touch salty of course, but otherwise clean, so I started to lick all around the crown as if I was slurping up the melting ice cream from a cone until I once more came to be staring right down on top of it. There I waited until Bailey raised his head once more to look me straight in the eye, before I slowly lowered my mouth to engulf him.

Bailey made some sort of gurgling noise as my warm wet mouth encased him, my nimble tongue running around the rim of his crown once more, before, without warning I gulped him right the way down. Taking him all the way down, like only an experienced sucker can do, taking him past my own tonsils, my cheeks hollowing out, as I slid right down to his somewhat sparse pubic hair.

This wasn't going to last for long, but I made sure that Bailey was going to remember all of it. My hands moving from his legs to rest flat on his belly, holding him down from bucking back up at me, as I did all the work of pumping him into my throat until the time came that he exploded, and naturally like the slut Matilda was, I swallowed it all.

I expected Bailey to be totally knocked out by what I'd down, but it was me who was tired instead. Doing the perfect suck job, is really hard word (if you pardon the pun!), so I let him reach down, and pull me up towards him so that we were both laying side by side on the bottom half of his bed. He kissed me then, something which I never expected, but which I rather liked. He must have tasted his own fluid on my lips and in my mouth but that didn't stop him from continuing to kiss me, and at the same time, melt my resistance to anything else he did.

We were cuddling. Bailey's hands wrapping themselves around me. One of them working it's way down to stroke my bum through the dress and crinoline. Then it went lower. Finding the hem, and working it's way back up underneath them to feel my bum through just the knickers and tights I was wearing. And that would have been fine as that was rather nice, but then he slipped his hand forward and found something he wasn't expecting.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed pushing us apart and setting to work to see if what he'd felt was actually real.

In a second my shirt was up, my tights and knickers were down, and Bailey was staring straight at the truth, "You're a boy!" he exclaimed, proving that he didn't need his eyes tested.

This was the moment I'd been unable to script. There was no way for me to know who Bailey would react once he found out the truth. Of course I knew that he wasn't overly bothered which gender he spanked to get his rocks off, but this was slightly different as he hadn't been in control, which would probably make a difference to someone who was so used to being in charge. So in someways I guess it's no surprise that Bailey soon took charge.

"Let's see the rest of you," he demanded echoing my own words from earlier.

Sitting up on the bed, I had to ask him to unfasten the bow on my back and to unzip the dress which he did with a surprising amount of care considering how angry and/or confused he must have been.

Pulling the dress over my head, I placed it on a chair, and then completely removed the tights and knickers, but left on everything else, before I turned back so he could have a look at me.

What Bailey saw was the face and hair that looked pretty much like that of a girl, even though the hair was probably a touch too short for the style it had been placed in. The long slim legs and smooth skin were something that most girls would die for. However the bra was stuffed and of course there was the matter of the tackle that hung between my legs.

"Okay, then. I get it. What's going on?" he asked, his professional head boy facade back up.

"It was your sister's idea," I lied.

He nodded as if that made sense, "She made you do this?"

I lied, saying that she had.

"Why?"

"So she could give you something special," I told him.

"Well you're certainly that," he smiled, his eyes crawling over my practically nude body, while something started to stir between his legs. "Come here!"

Not quite sure what was going to happen I stepped back over to the bed and when invited to sat down beside him, while he continued to look at me. "So, tell me," he said, placing a hand on my knee, "Have you made love to another boy before?"

The way he asked what was a pretty pompous question, in a tone better suited to a 1970s quiz show host, than a young teenage boy, nearly made me laugh but thankfully I managed to keep my face serious as I shock me head in yet another lie.

"Well, I won't lie to you, it might hurt a little bit but it will be better than anything that my sister might do to you, if you don't."

Again I had not to smile, as it was a roundabout way to threaten someone, and so completely pointless as I'd have done it anyway

"Lay down on the bed, and let me return the favour you did me."

Now this I hadn't expected, but hey, it's not like I was going to turn down a few suck job as I was, after all a teenaged boy myself, so I got myself all laid out on the bed, with my legs spread wide enough so that Bailey could get between them and get to work.

Bailey didn't have any of the teasing technique that I had, he just went straight for it, opening his mouth and taking me inside him where he sucked pretty much in the same fashion as a vacuum cleaner for a minute or so before the real reason for what he was doing became apparent when his finger started to push its way into my bum.

ONce the finger had been all the way inside me, a time or two, Bailey removed not just it but his mouth from my erection, and reached over to the cupboard beside his bed, where there was a small tub of hand oil, which he was soon using not on his hands, but on my hole and especially on his erection which had returned just as hard as it had been before.

Fingers went inside me, and yes I mean fingers. The first one came back, soon to be joined by a second and then a third, that were pushed in, spread apart and then worked around to open me up enough for the erection that was soon in their place.

"Oh yes!" I groaned, like a bad porno movie, pushing my hips up to meet the invader that was pushing itself back down into me until I could feel pubes brushing across my soft bottom.

There followed several minutes of bumping, humping, moans and groans, as the two of us got it on in wild style, until Bailey got to have the best present of all, that of blowing his load deep up another boy's bum hole, while I gave him my own present, splattering his chest with what my erection produced.

When we were all down, we rolled side by side, on the bed, where we both had a little sleep, which is pretty much where this particular tale ends so if you were expecting the girl Bailey to blackmail her brother, or for him to get his revenge on being set up, then you're going to be disappointed. Sorry about that.

—11, 17 and 14 yo—

When I got back from another successful day of not being killed at school for wearing nappies, my cousin Seth had a surprise for me. He'd been shopping on my to a place where the Ulric's usually go so that I could continue with my quest to dress just like Tyler. Which is why I now had a pile of horizontally striped shirts that were just like those Tyler wore. These were the type that were short enough so they didn't get in the way of the nappy during changes. That also meant that they didn't cover it, at all. But there was more.

"I got you some of these too!" Seth said pulling out a bag which he allowed me to peek inside.

"Those are baby nappies," I exclaimed.

"Yes, they are," He smiled,

"Why?" I asked.

"Well you remember telling me that Tyler was now able to recognise colours and shapes and things?"

I did, as it had been the most marked improvement in Tyler since I'd started this entire plan to help him, even if it had been a side plot of getting myself to wear nappies, but still. Not only that but Tyler was actually talking now. Well he could always talk, if he wanted to, it's just that he never wanted to before. Now, when I was around, he did.

"Anyway," continued Seth, "You said that it was a shame you could only wear white nappies as that would be a good place to have colour so Tyler could see them."

Again I'd done this.

"And, that it was a shame the only nappies that had colours on were for babies. All kids and teen nappies tend to be white so that they don't draw attention to them."

I nodded, waiting for him to get to the point, hopefully without recapping my entire life.

"Well, you must have told Mrs. Ulric the same thing because she went and found somewhere that made baby coloured nappies being enough to fit you. And here they are."

Yeah, perhaps I should have noticed the bit on the packaging that state the size of the nappies but I hadn't. At least not until Seth told me that last bit. Afterwards that was all I could stare at. They were my size, and about as babyish, or rather toddler-ish as you can imaging, Covered with little boy cartoon versions of trains, planes, cars, and so on, all of which would be more than visible through the clear plastic pants I tended to favour.

I wore the new nappies the next time I went over to the Ulric's house although I'd been wearing them a few times before that, and Tyler started my visit by pointing at them, and shouting more words than I'd ever heard him say the entire time I knew him. Sure not all of them were real words, or made sense, but that's not the point. He was one step closer to talking, and his family couldn't have been happier leading to a whole round of hugs that should have embarrassed the heck out of me, but which I was getting to rather enjoy.

Every time I went over after that, the first thing I did was stand there, and wait for Tyler to walk around me pointing at the images on my nappies, and call out the names and the colours. Again it should have been embarrassing but it really, really wasn't, as I liked it. No, scrap that. I loved it and not just that I was basking in the reflected glory of the huge steps Tyler was making, but because I was actually helping him. In my own, and rather weird sort of way. I was helping someone.

And this could very well have been the end of my story with the Ulric's as I was due to be shipped out to another set of cousins in when Seth went away to collage, but something happened, that was never explained to me, and I couldn't move on for a day longer than expected, which rather left me in limbo, with nowhere to go and unable to stay on my own. This was when I truly got me reward for all the good work I'd been doing with Tyler.

"Why don't you stay the night with us?" Rory suggested, before I'd even thought about it, "They your cousins can pick you up from our house, rather than Seth's."

There was no way I wasn't going to agree to that, especially as it was the perfect solution to the problem. A problem that I have to admit I'd been thinking about for ages, and yet hadn't come up with the most obvious answer. I guess that's what happens when you're too used to making up elaborate scenarios all the time. You just miss stuff right in front of your face. Still there was one suggestion that I could make.

"You sure about this?" Rory asked when Seth dropped me off at his house, on his way to college.

"Sure. You're mum said it was a good idea, didn't she?" I replied.

"Yeah, but no one has slept in Tyler's room before. Not even me."

This was my big plan. I wasn't going to sharing a room with my friend, but with his brother, and there was a good reason for doing that, as if I was in Tyler's room then I'd have to do everything he did, and that, as I told Mrs. Ulric might encourage to be more used to people being around him all the time. Starting with someone just like himself and then, eventually, his brother and then, with time, some friends of his own.

"Well if you're sure," shrugged Rory, picking up one of my cases and moving it back out of the way to a point where it could spend the night undisturbed as I wasn't going to be needing the clothes that were packed inside. Everything I would be wearing was already upstairs.

Standing in the entrance hall, in just a nappy, plastic pants and a too small t-shirt, I said hello to the Rory's parents doing the polite thing, thanking them for letting me stay, which lead them to thank me for my help with their eldest son, which all got a bit embarrassing, so Rory suggested that we play outside for a bit which we did.

It was all part of the routine for the pair of us to kick a ball about, or play chase or some other low level game underneath Tyler's windows so he'd get used to me being there, before we actually met up. Sure enough within seconds of the game starting he was there staring out of the window, watching and waiting, even occasionally pointing at me, mouthing words that I couldn't hear.

After the game, Tyler was bought downstairs to say hello to me, which he did. I mean he actually said the word, and I said it back, so he repeated it, so I said it again, and he did. This went on for a few minutes with even Tyler starting to giggle at the never ending cycle, until Rory finally had to step between us, before as he put it, we all grew old and died.

For a second everything went silent, as well expected Tyler to go into one, as his game was ruined, but, he didn't. In fact he didn't do anything, he just smiled. Then without being prompted he turned and headed into the kitchen where the family always ate, leaving his parents' mouths hanging open, and me feeling like a total miracle worker.

Dinner went off totally uneventfully which in the Ulric house was a major even in itself. Afterwards, I finally got to go upstairs and see where I was going to be spending the night. In Tyler's room.

Tyler himself showed me, leading the way up the stairs, and pushing open his bedroom door allowing me to see that everything was pretty much as it had been the last time I'd been in there. The changing table was set up, on one side, there were toys pretty much everywhere. However where the oversized crib had been, that Tyler had used was now a real bed, albeit one with bars that could be raised on the side, like in hospital to prevent Tyler from accidently rolling out of bed. His former crib wasn't gone though. It was just moved to the other side, so he could still see it, and it was there that I was going to sleep.

Laughing Tyler walked over to the bed, pointed to it, and them himself, to let me know where he was going to be, and then went over to the crib, and pointed to me. He even took one of the stuffed toys from his bed and put it inside the crib for me, I guess so I wouldn't be lonely. Whatever the reason inside his head, it was a really lovely gestured from someone who normally didn't think of anyone else.

We played in Tyler's room for the usual hour he was allowed to after eating, to make sure his food became settled, at which point Rory and I went back downstairs to watch some television while Mrs. Ulric got Tyler settled for the night.

Another hour later and it was Rory decided that it was time for us to go to bed so we went upstairs, and peeked into Tyler's room, half expecting him to be waiting for us, but he was already out cold, splayed all over his bed like starfish, totally encased in a bright yellow set of all in one pyjamas.

"Come on, we'll get you changed in my room, so we don't disturb him," Rory nudge me, as we stood staring at the peaceful kid, who looked like he didn't have a care in the world.

In Rory's room I hoped up onto the changing table that had been set up for me, laying back on it's padded surface while my friend peeled the plastic pants down my bare legs, and set about removing the nappy I'd been wearing for several hours.

"Only damp!" he remarked, as he peeled it away from my skin, sounding oddly disappointed as if he'd wanted to be faced with a messy one, rather than just a wet one, but for all my loving of wearing nappies I never really got off on sitting in my own poo, so I tended to still use a toilet for that, whenever I could get away with it. Yeah, I know, I'm a fraud.

With the nappy off, the baby wipes came out, and Rory set about cleaning me up between the legs, spending longer than he really need to if I'd only been a little on the wet side, but long enough to get me into a serious excited state, before he switched over to the baby oil.

Unlike some, Rory Ulric didn't pour the oil onto me and then rub it in. Instead he poured the oil into one of his hands, then rubbed his hands together to spread the oil about. Only then did apply the oil to my skin, ensuring that it went into every nock and cranny down there. His slippy fingers pushing themselves into the creases where my legs met the trunk of my body, as well as the more expected places, such as under my nuts, and, well, everywhere. All of which did nothing to stop my erection.

Finished oiling me, Rory took his time to clean his hands on a baby wipe before taking up the baby powder which was soon to cover my downstairs area in a blanket like a sudden snow storm had hit everywhere but the one tower that was standing up in the middle of it all.

Rory, as always, pretended not to notice just how excited I was, even though he'd had to actually move my erection out of the way, so he could ensure I was totally covered down there. Yet he did nothing to cover me up, just leaving me there all exposed on the changing table, while he prepared my might time nappy, even though the door to his bedroom was wide open and his parents were moving about the house.

Dutifully I raised my bum up so the new nappy could be placed under me, and then did the same again so the soaker could be added to it, making it so think that I didn't really have to lower myself all that far before I was sitting in the soft folds of the nappy.

Rory made short work of fastening the nappy tightly around me, as he'd had a lot of practise doing so over the last few weeks. He even made sure that my erection was nicely tucked in out of the way, so that it wouldn't get caught up, or bent in the wrong direction, or any of the other things that can happen when a boy has an erection that won't go away. And I guess that's every boy. Ever.

The tapes were sealed down on the oversized baby disposable nappy, and once more my legs were slotted into plastic pants that were pulled all the way up to my waist, where any stray parts of the nappy were carefully tucked in.

"You know Tyler doesn't have blankets on his bed, don't you?" Rory asked, "It's because he gets all tangled up in them, so he wears special pyjamas instead."

Of course I knew, it was one of the reasons I wanted to do this in the first place. All the same, I asked the expected question: "So I guess I'm going to have to wear them too, right?"

"Yeah you are. I've got some here!" He reached down to a shelf under the changing table and pulled out a pyjamas in a light blue colour. Making sure I was watching he unfolded them until I could see what was special about them.

They were all in one, complete with built in feet. He then turned them around so I could see that instead of a zip there were buttons running up the back. Yes, that's right the back not the front. Something that Rory felt needed further explaining, even though I already knew the reason.

"They're on the back so Tyler can't reach them, and they're buttons cos he didn't like the zip."

I was still sitting on the changing table so it was easy for Rory to put my feet into the sleeper and then to pull it up my legs until a point where I had to get off so that he could continue.

Now I was standing Rory worked the sleeper up over my nappy with a bit of trouble as the nappy with the soaker was quite thick, and then got me to put my arms into the sleeves, as he got it the rest of the way onto my shoulders. At this point he disappeared behind me as he started to work on the buttons running up my spin, which were quite small, fiddley, and rather frequent. Larger buttons had originally been used but these had made sleeping on his back uncomfortable for Tyler so they'd been swapped for smaller buttons. The problem with those was, that you needed quite a lot of them so the sleeper wouldn't gape open, so it took Rory a few minutes to get them all done up.

When it was all done the sleeper was a good fit, if perhaps a little tight as I was a touch bigger than Tyler, and had such a large nappy on. Nonetheless I still looked very much like an overgrown toddler which was what I was after, and the nappy wasn't hidden either. In fact with the sleeper on, it probably looked even more obvious than it had on its own as the sleeper emphasised the bulk around my middle, and especially on my bum.

Then there was the noise. Ever step I took, which I did with my legs slightly bent to allow for the bulk between them, caused the sleeper to rub against the plastic pants with so much noise that I may as well have had a neon sign above my head saying "Matt's wearing a nappy," Heck even the shirt Carl had made up for me, saying "Happy in a Nappy" was more subtle. Naturally I loved it.

"Come on, I'll help you into the crib."

Together we crept across the landing, or as much as we could given the noise I was making. Rory even suggested that it would be better if he carried me, which it would have been, only he'd never have managed it, as much as it would have made me feel like a toddler to have been laid in a crib.

Tyler's room wasn't dark as a night light was left on at all times, so we could easily see where we were going arriving at the crib without the slightest sign of stirring from the big boy bed on the other side of the room.

Unable to raise either of my legs enough to get in the crib, due to the tightness of the sleeper and the nappy, was a bit frustrating, until Rory mimed for me to turn around, sit down and then swing my legs into the crib, which is what I did.

Stretching out I was surprised to find that the crib was nearly big enough for me to lay straight on my back, only I couldn't again due to what I was wearing, which reduced me to having to keep my knees spread apart in what was, not surprisingly just the way a real baby sleeps.

"Comfortable?" whispered Rory as he watched me get settled.

"Yeah!" I nodded.

Rory took something from his pocket, "Here take this anyway."

I opened my mouth automatically letting my cousin put the dummy into my mouth without a second thought even though Tyler no longer used one at night. Something that Rory clearly must have known.

"That's better," he said, reaching down to slowly raise the rail up until it clicked lightly into place. "I'm going to miss taking care of your Matt but thanks for all you've done for Tyler."

I would have said something along the lines that it was no trouble but I couldn't with the dummy in my mouth and anyway I was still a little shocked by the way Rory had reached through the bars of the crib to ruffle my hair as he'd said it.

Once I was tucked up, Rory slowly backed out of the room, and lightly closed the door behind him, leaving me there all nice and snuggled up in the sleeper, safe and sound in my crib, just waiting for a chance to take care of the raging erection that I knew was going to take some serious humping, before I had any chance of getting to sleep that night.

—12 and 11 yo—

The costume was my own design, inspired slighty from the pony boy one that I'd worn only this time I wasn't going to be a pony for Elliot but I would be returning to the first animal I'd been on the farm. Fin's puppy. And this time I was going to look the part.

"Is this it?" asked Fin when I showed him what I'd been working on. "It's just my old pyjama thing."

"Well it was," I told him, holding the black and white checked get up that someone had given the eleven year old as a joke present last Christmas, so, according to the note that had come with it, he'd look "as cute as his dogs," And, no, before you ask, that someone hadn't been me, as I would have known that no kid was ever going to wear something like that. Well, no regular kid, anyway. I on the other hand, had found it perfect for what I wanted, even if it did need some adjusting and some extra bits like the mask.

It wasn't really that much of a mask, as I needed to have most of my face clear, and to be able to see where I was going, if thing were going to turn out the way I wanted. Still, that's basically what it was, one of those sleep masks that they use on planes, only with holes cut through the eye pads so I can see.

Yeah I know a blindfold you can see though doesn't have much point to it, but like I said, it wasn't about my eyes, but my ears. Or rather a dogs ears. Dogs have big floppy ears and teenage boys don't. Well a few do, as puberty can be a bigger bitch than any female dog. Anyway, what I'm saying is that it was the strap holding the mask on, that I wanted, as I attached some big floppy ears to that, so that they would flap down over my own ears, like a dog's do.

To demonstrate how the ears worked I put the mask on, making sure to shake my head a bit from side to side, so the ears would flap about. Fin laughed, which wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting but good enough.

"So what do you think?" I asked him, "Do you want me to be your dog again, and do everything that your dogs do?"

He looked at me, with a mixture of excitement and confusion. "Everything?" he asked back, "Even that stuff we talked about in the shed."

"Yeah," I nodded, my new ears flapping about. The stuff in the breading shed, being exactly what I was talking about. "You'll have to help me on with the costume though."

"Sure," he said, picking it up which I took as a sign to get myself ready, stripping myself out of my clothes, and then stepping into the costume, just like you would any one piece pyjamas.

"It's going to be small on you," noted Fin. "Oh wait, it's already split."

He noted that I'd unpicked the seem running down from just below the waist on both sides and running through between the legs.

"Yeah I did that," I told him as I pulled it up my legs, and started putting my arms into the sleeves. "Here give me a hand."

My hands pushed through the arms of the sleeper, but I couldn't get them through the cuffs as the small dog collars that I'd attached there were done up too tight to allow my fingers to pass until they were loosened off a bit. Once Fin had done that, the cuffs went into their rightful place around my wrists, but my hands weren't free as I'd made another addition there.

Two tight black leather bags had been slotted over the end of the sleeper sleeves. This is what the collars around the wrists were holding on. The only way I could get my hands into them was to first curl and then ball my fingers up into a fist, as there just wasn't any room to straighten them out. That of course being the point as dogs don't have fingers. What they do have is paws, which is what these were going to represent. I'd even padded the outside of the bags, so that I wouldn't be walking on my knuckles to give that little bit of comfort. Naturally, my hands were now useless for anything other than walking on, so Fin had to buckle the collars around my wrists good a tight, so my new paws wouldn't come off.

The rest of the sleeper went on as they usually did, and as Fin had predicted it was tight to a point of being body hugging but that was fine, even if it did mean I had to hold my breath a bit while Fin ran the zip up my chest to my throat. This tightness meant I couldn't really straighten out my arms or legs either, but that was okay, as I wouldn't need to shortly.

Under my instructions, Fin bought over my dog harness, which was rather less fancy than the pony one had been, being little more than a wide belt that went around my waist, which had straps running up from it, which crossed over on my chest, before going over my shoulders and then down again, over my back, crossing over one more as they did so. There were two small short chains hanging down from the belt at my hips, which would be used a little later on. Before then I had three more collars to be put on.

The first two went on my ankles, and like all dog collars had a D ring set into them while the third, and final collar went in the traditional place around my neck. This one was good and wide so it would serve as a posture collar too, preventing me from bending my head in the ways that dogs can't do, although not as restrictive as the one I'd worn as a pony had been.

"Hey you do look a bit like one of my dogs now!" Finn seemed surprised, that one of my plans was working although I don't know why as nearly all my plans worked.

I told him to wait until it was all done, and so that could be done, I got down onto all fours, so I could be given the posture of a dog.

This is where the chains on my waist came into action. Fin picking up each of my feet in turn, bending them at the knee back until they were up beside my bum, at which point he clipped the end of the nearest chain to the D ring attached to the collar around the ankle. This ensured that my lower legs stayed out the way, with my feet by my hips, so I was both stuck on my knees and unable to stand up.

"Now the tail," I prompted Fin who hadn't moved since he'd finishing rendering my legs helpless.

"Why do you need a tail?" he asked in a reasonable question, to which I gave a reasonable answer.

"I can't be a dog without a tail can I?"

totally ignoring the fact that I had been his dog on several occasions without a tail Fin picked up what I'd put together to act as my tail on this occasion. It wasn't all that realistic to be honest, being little more than a some entwined electrical cable, onto which I'd glued as much spare dog – and a little horse – hair as I could find along around seven eighths of it. The final part I'd left bare, wrapped in duct tape, so that it was formed into a slight ball shape, that was about four inches [10 cm] long and about an inch and a half [4 cm] thigh at the base. This then tapered down to little more than half an inch thick. I'd left it sitting in a pot of oil so that it was all ready to go.

Fin held the tail by the bottom of the fur covered part, his other hand on the small of my back, as he aimed the base up to the split in the back of the all in one pyjamas. He then as per my instructions stabbed the tail right into my bum as fast as he could.

There was a flash of pain as the widest part was forced through my hole, but I'd been ready for that, so only gave a single gasp as it went inside, my sphincter quickly tightening around the narrow part, just as it was meant to, leaving the rest to stand up proud from between my buttocks.

"Okay," I tried to keep my voice even, "Why don't you take me for a walk, now?"

There was a leash amongst the items I bought for this little game, and having pretty much run the kennels on his own didn't need my instructing him how to clip that onto the collar around my neck, and then use it to lead me forward.

At the first tug on the lead, I started to walk on all fours, following my young master, in a large circle around the yard, right as his left heel, like a good dog should. As I did so, I could feel the tail swinging around behind me, which in turn move the round end, inside my bum to also move, which in no time at all was transferring all the right sensations right down to my tackle which was hanging freely down from the split in the costume between my legs.

"You like being my doggy!" laughed Fin when he caught a glimpse of the erection slapping about underneath me.

I very nearly spoke to confirm it but that wouldn't have been very dog like, so instead, I just waggled my bum around some more, causing the visible part of the tail to wag, and, at the same time, gave my best bark.

Laughing some more, Fin patted my head, tickling my head between the two fake ears, calling me a "Good Dog!"

I wagged my tail even more enthusiastically, before another jerk on my collar set me off back in the exercise circle. Dutifully, and because I had no choice, I followed my tail swinging, enough to make the knob inside me seem to go in just about every direction at once. In and out. Up and down. Side to side. All of them, and seemingly all at once.

Every now and then, just like he would if he was training a real dog, Fin would pat me on the head, call me a 'Good Dog' again until I wasn't sure I could take it anymore.

"Good doggy," Fin repeated, coming to a halt so suddenly that I actually collided with him a bit which caused him to jerk up on the leash so I would remain standing.

"Doggy needs some more lessons," he laughed petting my head some more, before going on to stroke me, running his hands up and down my spine, actually caressing the pyjamas just like they were a real dog, while I made, what I hoped were contented sounds.

"This actually feels like a dog," his hands slide down under my belly, "This doesn't though."

His hand grasped my erection, gently stroking it just as he had been my fur.

"Good dog," he repeated, as he started to wank me off, one hand on my erection while the other remained on my head, continuing to pet me, as if nothing was going on underneath. But something was going on down there. A lot in fact. From being dressed up and then from the plug in my bum, I was about as turned on as I could have been, and now, I was having an unexpected wank. Consequently it didn't take me long to come.

I was moaning, and groaning in a very undog like way, while doing something that most dogs do at some point or other. Humping my hips back and forth, pushing my erection into my boy master's hand, at an ever increasing rate, until it was all over and there was nothing to show for it but a small puddle of wetness in Fin's hand.

"Good boy," he repeated for, I don't know, the millionth time or something, one hand still on my head while the other was now in front of my face, "Clean up your mess."

It was my own cum he was talking about. Sitting in the palm of his hand was my own cum and clearly he expected me to lick it up just like a dog would. So I did. Well, why not? It's not like I'd never tasted my own cum before. I mean what boy hasn't. So it's not like it wasn't something I hadn't done before, and, anyway, it felt so of the right thing to do. Fact is I not only licked up my cum, but I pretty much gave Fin's hand a complete wash, which made him giggle.

"Did you like that?" he asked, and I nodded.

Suddenly Fin got a little shy, looking about him as if someone was watching, "Do you fancy doing it some more?"

I nearly nodded again, before realising just what Fin was suggestion, not from what he was saying but due to something that was making itself rather obvious that was just at my eye level. So instead of nodding, I did that dog thing of standing there with my head slightly turned to one side, coupled with my best puppy dog eyes, to let him know I'd do anything he wanted.

"Come over here," Fin tugged the leash, leading me over to a chair in the corner, where he quickly pulled down the front of his jogging bottoms, along with his underwear, to show me in the flesh what I'd earlier spotted. His own erection, which just as it had been then, was right in front of my face as I remained on all fours. However, unlike when he'd been wanking me off, now he was not only naked from the waist down, but actually waving his boyish hardness right in front of my face.

Stepping forward, Fin once more put his hand on top of my head, however this wasn't so he could tickle my fake ears but to stop me moving away as his tackle came into direct contact with my face so that my nose was filled with the scent of slightly sweaty, unwashed boy so familiar to anyone who'd spent any time in a changing room.

"Lick my nuts," the youngster murmured, thankfully not saying "Good dog" this time as that would have been slightly weird, even for me.

Doing as I was told, I stuck out my tongue and started running it up and down and across the tight little sac, until such time as Fin bent his knees slightly to bring his erection into my target area, at which point I took it almost half the way in and started to suck on it, right up to the point when Fin's knees gave way.

We were only parted for a few seconds. My young master, stumbling backwards until he came to the chair, which he sat on, his legs spread as wide as the trousers around his ankles would allow, exposing himself in a way that could only be seen as an invitation, which is how I took it, scampering over there on all fours to resume sucking him off.

Having only had the head of Fin's erection in my mouth, I wasted no time in putting that right back where it was, along with the rest of him, Sinking my mouth all the way down to the root, just like I was holding an average sized sausage in my mouth. Albeit a sausage that was so hot it was still jumping around.

With my lips pressed tightly to Fin's bare pubic region, the other end of his erection was just about able to tickle the back of my throat, which made it the perfect size for me to use all my gained knowledge of how to pleasure a boy on him. Meaning that it only took me seconds to get him squealing as he humped my face.

Once more Fin's hands were on the back of my head, both caressing and holding me there, as he made use of my mouth for his boyish pleasure until he was throbbing forcefully inside me, as the rest of his body became instantly still.

Knowing exactly what was happening, I felt his erection pulse several times, and then, somewhat to my surprise I have to admit, I felt two short spurts fire into my throat as he actually ejaculated, perhaps for the first time. Or if not the actual first time, the certainly one of the first, the thought of which gave me a great feeling.

I continued to suck gentle on Fin's erection even as it started to soften slightly, back into the soft squashy worm that you'd expect a small boy's willy to look and feel like. Only then did I slowly pull my head back, giving him a few stray licks as I did so, going back into dog mode.

"That was GREAT!" he smiled, like he was the cat who'd got the cream when it was me who… well you get where I was going with that.

"So, do you wanna do the other thing now?" he asked, and I nodded.

Standing, Fin pulled up his trousers, and picked up end of my lead which he'd dropped doing his excitement.

We only walked a short distance, across the yard, entered the kennel, going to a room that I'd never actually been inside before, but which I'd heard a lot about, mostly in answer to the questions I'd asked Fin but now I was not only going to see it for myself but try it out as well. The Breading Room.

Inside, there really wasn't much to see. Just a spot on the floor, that had several eye bolts screwed into it, around a slightly raised section in the middle.

"This is where we impregnate the dogs," Fin explained leading me over to this spot, where he made me stand on all fours,with my knees and covered hands on either side of the raised square. "It can be a little frightening for the dogs, so he have to make sure they can't move around."

Fin demonstrated how this was done clipping short chains to my wrists and two of the eye bolts in the floor. Something similar was done to my knees as well, meaning that my legs were pretty much fixed as four inches [10 cm] apart. Finally he pulled my lead down, also fastening that to the floor, somewhat shorter than I was expecting which left me with my face only a few inches from the deck, while my bum was high up in the air.

"First we raise the support table," Fin moved to a set of controls at the side of the room. Twisting and releasing the big red stop button to power it up, he then pressed the first of the buttons beside it. One with an up arrow on it, that caused an electric whir to sound from underneath me, as the square cut out in the floor started to rise up until it was under my chest, helping to support me, just like the name had suggested.

"Right then, Matt. Are you ready for the first one?"

I nodded, as best I could in my current position, which was Fin's signal to walk over to me and pluck the tail from my hole where I'd sort of got used to it being, and felt empty without it. Not that I knew I was going to remain that way for long.

Pulling a chair from the corner, Fin sat down beside me, from where he was able to stroke my back to comfort me, and I was also to see that he was starting to sport just a little bit of a tent once more in his trousers.

"Ready?" he asked, holding a small remote control unit from which a twisty cable headed back to the main unit on the wall. His finger hovering over a button, only pressing it when I nodded.

There was some more whirring behind me, but I couldn't see what was going on. Yet unlike all the dogs who had been in a similar position to the one I was now in, I knew what was going to happen, as this was the impregnation machine, which meant I was about to get impregnated by the machine which had now slid out of where it had been hidden in the wall, and was now positioned directly behind my raised up bum, with a pointy red tip of a fake prick pointing at the target I was offering it.

The next thing I knew was that a couple of fake fur covered paws had grabbed onto my hips in order to give extra guidance – and to give a real dog a more realistic experience – and something thin and wet was stabbing at my bum hole.

"Oh!" I gasped as I was penetrated by a machine.

"Just hold still, you'll be fine," Fin reassured me, even though there was realistically little I could do.

It wasn't the most comfortable entry I'd ever had as it just felt like something thin, stiff, and oddly pointed was stabbing at my insides. However soon that started to change as the fake prick started to get both fatter and longer, with each and every thrust that it made inside me.

A few minutes later, and it started to feel really good. The long slick shaft was sliding in and out of me with remarkable ease, as clearly it was being lubricated somehow as how else would something roughly the size of a cucumber have moved about so slick and so comfortably inside me, and all the time it continued to pump away.

"Feel good?" asked Fin, apparently as a genuine question, but I was in no condition to reply, although I did look his way for a moment, only to catch a glimpse of him stroking himself through is trousers as he watched me get fucked by a machine.

It was pretty much relentless, continuing to go on and on, always the same hard and fast way. The machine clearly obvious to everything but what it was doing. There were even sound effects, of a dog panting and even grunting as if it was really that doing the mating rather than a machine, although if it could actually fool anything I don't know.

Suddenly the presumably pre-programmed cycle reach it's end and the fake prick was driven deep inside me where it started to quiver in a really weird way until the moment when I got flooded out, which came as a real surprise to me.

"It's milk," Fin laughed when he saw my face, as the machine dismounted itself from me, leaving me feeling all wet, back there, "I put milk in it."

"That's good cos I wouldn't want to put mine in any doggy goo!" Elliot appeared in the door, already stroking himself, "That's so hot watching that, much more than when it's dogs."

Fin laughed at his brother's joke, waving him forward, but otherwise remained where he was sitting, "Go for it."

Dropping his trousers as he came into the room, Elliot stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor, allowing his erection flap about as he moved around behind me. Kneeling behind me, lined himself up and stuffed it right in.

"What you doing?" I asked, somewhat needlessly.

"Taking my turn," he laughed, giving my bottom a light slap, as he continued to ram himself in and out of me, at an even faster speed than the machine had.

Elliot's hands held onto my hips, his fingers gripping me in a way the machine hadn't, letting me know that he was in command or more accurately I guess, the top dog, and that he wouldn't be done until he was done. NOt that I cared. He felt so good inside me. The milk the machine had shot inside me, made me all good and sloppy to a point where I could almost feel it gurgling inside me, as Elliot's erection went in and out.

It was marvellous how good it felt to be used like that by my cousins, Elliot driving himself as hard and fast as he could into me, making his hips slap into my bottom with ever blow, that made my own tackle swing about underneath me as he pounded away on top.

Suddenly he froze. His hands dug rather painfully into my sides, and then he was shooting his boyish cream to mix with the milk that had made his sex so much more fun for the pair of us.

"That good bro?" Fin asked, as his brother pulled out.

"Sure was," gasped Elliot still slightly out of breath. "Has he taken the knot yet?"

"No" Fin shrugged, "Do you think we should?"

"Let's ask Matt?" replied Elliot and they did, although I'm fairly sure they knew what I was going to say, just like you lot probably all do. Naturally it was a yes from me.

Getting up from the chair Fin had to make some adjustments to the control panel, and also to his trousers to prevent his erection from becoming snagged. Elliot took advantage of this, planting his still naked rear on the seat his brother vacated, leading to a quick sibling squabble which was, won by the elder of the two, as attention was turned back to me.

After checking the controls, Fin made some changes to the way my knees were held, slightly spreading them further apart whilst still keeping them locked in place. He then returned to the chair, standing behind it, as he started the machine up once more.

There were the same whirring noises as the machine slid itself into place behind me. Then there was the pause, before the fake paws came onto my sides, holding me steady while the currently thin fake prick pushed itself into my bum hole. That though was where the similarity with the first time finished.

Once the fake prick was all the way inside me, it stopped moving. Nothing much happened for a few seconds and then the prick started to get big, and I mean really big. It felt like it was enormous. So big that I swear my tummy must have got bloated to make room for it.

Okay so it probably wasn't really all that big, but that's what it felt like, but soon that was forgotten as the machine got down to business of fucking me.

It didn't last long. Certainly no where as long as the first time the machine had taken me. IN fact not even as long as Elliot had taken to loose his load inside me, and that hadn't even been all that long. BUt I wasn't all that concerned about that, as all I could think about was the straining of my bum hole.

"He's taken it. He's taken the living room," both Elliot and Fin were clearly impressed by this and to some extent so was I as I knew what was happening. The machine was imitating the point where the knot at the base of a dog's prick expands to such a point that the dog can't remove it, giving him as much time as it takes to ensure that all his cum gets inside. So in other words the machine would be suck up my bum for up to ten minutes as it continued to pump, albeit slowly, loads and loads of milk up my arse.

Occasionally, in an effort to mimic reality the machine would attempt to pull itself from me, but as soon as I started to feel it stretch my bum hole to impossible dimensions I'd clamp my ring around it, and it would get the message, giving itself a rest until the next try.

Eventually it was able to get itself out. The fake prick coming out of me, with a loud popping sound, that left my hole aching in a mixture of pain and pleasure that I'd never experienced before, or indeed, since.

Once the machine was parked away back in it's hidden alcove – I never got to see what it actually looked like which is why I can't describe it to you – Fin decided it was his turn and took up the position his brother had been in a short while earlier, diving his eleven year old erection into me. Or at least I assume that he did, as he was hanging onto my hips and crashing his middle into my bum but to be honest, after I'd taken the living room, there was no way I was going to be able to feel a boy sized erection for some time. Still Fin seemed to enjoy himself, even if he did get quite a lot of the milk stuff all over himself, much to the amusement of his big brother.

And that was pretty much it for my farm adventures. We did some more stuff before I moved on, but most of it was repeats of the things I've already told you so I won't bore you with them again.

—15, 8 and 7 yo—

What could be better for a kid that likes to dress up in old fashioned school uniforms than to spend the day at school wearing it. Nothing, that's what? At least that's what I think. But then I would wouldn't I?

Don't worry though I've not got the title wrong on this one, and neither of the Baileys will be turning up, as I hadn't sneaked into their posh prep school again, to try and get myself spanked, or slippered or canned or anything like that. No, I was actually at a school I attended and, what's more, I was actually meant to be there, even though school had let out for the day.

It's weird how schools look so much different at night. I guess that comes down to most kids not seeing them in the dark, but mostly due to them being so much emptier. Schools just don't look right without several hundred kids with a few adults scattered amongst them, running this way and that. And let's not even get started on the noise. Now though it was very nearly silent, as I sat in one of the deserted classrooms waiting for my cue to go on stage.

That's right. On stage. I was an actor now. Well, as you know, I've been an actor nearly all my life, acting out this scenario or that one, whilst always dressing for the part. The only difference was that today people would know that I was doing it as, after all, I was going to be on the stage and everything, in a play that I'd written myself, although as far as anyone else knew my cousin Noah was behind it all. He was older after all, so had to get the credit. That's just how schools work.

It was the end of term show, in case you haven't worked that out, and the skit we were going to put on, was scheduled to be near the end, squashed in between the school band – brass band that is – and some sort of singing contest, so we had high hopes of winning the prize, even if it was only Book Tokens.

The rest of our little cast were already on stage, behind the main curtain, setting up the few props we needed, hopefully without putting the blowers off whatever popular tune they were murdering. Meanwhile, I was hiding away for the usual reason, so that no one would see me, until the point where I made my entrance. Yes, I know I sound like my ego has finally taken over, and what I was wearing probably won't surprise that many people given that I'd been wearing something similar for most of the last term, under the guise of 'charity' but it was key to get the audience laughing early, if we were going to get away with me getting caned on the bare in front of what was probably the entire school and most of their parents.

Now you'll probably be surprised to hear this but I wasn't actually wearing my school uniform. Not even with shorts, although I was, obviously wearing shorts. No instead, I'd abandoned anything modern and gone totally old school – if you pardon the pun.

My shirt was linin, with only a small collar, under which I'd threaded a woollen tie, that was just about in the schools' colours. Over that I was wearing a jumper, but one with the arms cut off at the shoulders to make it into something like a vest, only made from really course wool that would have been as itchy as hell, if it was under the shirt.

On my head I had a real school cap, that we'd borrowed and which was a touch too small for me, meaning that I had to real jam it onto my head, or else it would have just slid off, especially as I had my hair all gelled down and centre parted just like kids had it back then.

On my feet were sandals, of course, with bulky socks like people wear for hiking and which would have reached right up over my knees, if they weren't all crumpled around my ankles. And of course then there were the shorts.

Like I said I'd been wearing shorts for some weeks now, whilst I was being 'punished' at home – under my own instructions – and then more recently at school, but the ones I was going to wear for the skit were nothing like them. Well, they were grey but that's about it as I'd had to make them myself.

These shorts had been cut down from an old pair of Noah's school trousers, and I mean an old pair. A pair he probably hadn't worn in years, so that when I put them on first they hadn't even come down to my ankles but stopped part way up my shin. This naturally made them a bit on the tight side, but in a way that would perfectly for the skit. Plus, them not reaching my shoes wasn't going to be an issue, once I cut the legs off, which I'd done, to less than an inch in length.

Yes the shorts really were short, and I'd made them even shorter still by adding in pair of braces that went over my shoulders and which I used to hold the shorts up. Something that was actually needed as I couldn't fasten the button without first not eating for a fortnight. The braces, were good a tight too, pulling the shorts up that little bit more, to make sure they outlined my bum perfectly, as well as showing off almost the entire length of my long, and still rather boyish legs, in just the way that I liked.

Soon it was my time to head to the stage, which I did walking through the back corridors of the school, loving the way the still, slightly damp air of the deserted school blew across and around my totally bare legs.

Entering the stage door at the back of the hall, I got a few strange looks as I picked my way around trombone cases, but no one dared say anything as the performance was already underway and by the sound of it Noah was in full swing.

The stage had been set up like a cliched old fashioned classroom, with wooden desk that had flip tops and ink wells, all lined up facing a raised platform upon which Noah was standing behind a small table, taking what would appear to be a modern history lesson despite the surroundings. His chosen subject being the history of the very school we were in, with Noah paying special attention to the one main prop, the authentic-looking curved-handled cane, that was sitting on the desk in front of him, right where everyone could see it especially the little boys sitting at the desks.

Oscar, Perry and a few of their friends, looked really little sitting in the big old fashioned desks, their little legs dangling from the high chairs, while they had to stretch up to put their elbows onto the tops, so they could rest their heads on their hands in the classic 'I am listening' pose all boys take on at some point or other. There were also dressed in the modern casual style of uniform to as to give the biggest contrast to me, when I entered the stage which I did as soon as Noah got to his cue.

"And so if anyone was naughty in class they would be given the cane in front of the entire class. Are there any volunteers?"

All eyes turned to me as a bright spot light blinded me, the moment I stepped out onto the stage.

"Where have you been Matthews?" shouted Noah, across the murmurers that were starting in the audience due to what I was wearing.

"1942, Sir!" I replied, turning to give my best biggest cheeky grin, like on of those old fashioned Hollywood kid actors, just before their parents stole all their money along with their childhood.

There was a bit of a pause, during which I very nearly thought we'd blown it, but then they started to put two and two together and got the joke, and, thankfully, giggles started to trickle out of the audience before it turned into all out laughter.

"What took you so long?" was Noah's next line, once he could make himself heard.

"It's a long way from 1942," I shrugged, instantly wishing I hadn't with the braces on that sort of movement of my shoulders just pulled my shorts up my bum crack which added to my facial expression, giving me even more laughs.

"That's no excuse," boomed Noah's voice, amplified by the radio microphone he was wearing.

"But I've only got little legs."

This time the laughter was instant, as that clearly wasn't the case, given they were totally on show and so much longer than little eight year old Oscar, who's desk I was now standing next too.

"Any more cheek out of you Matthews and you will be volunteering for the demonstration."

The crowd actually went "Oooh!" when Noah made the threat, which was more than I could have expected. They even did it again when his hand reached down for the cane on his desk. Mind you they were back to laughing again, when I artfully turned my back to them, showing them just how tight the shorts were on my bum.

"I'm not being cheeky sir."

"Those shorts are though!" shouted some adolescent voice from the back of the hall, rather ruining the joke, whilst making sure everyone got it, so I was in two minds about if that was a bad thing or not. Nonetheless I continued with the script as it was written.

"What demonstration was that Sir?"

Another "Ooooh!" escaped from the main hall, as Noah picked up the cane, and swished it though the air in a way that you can only do after quite a lot of practise, just like Noah had had.

I gasped, "Oh sir. I'll be good, promise," The last word delivered in a way that made it plain that I was going to be anything but, and I wasn't it.

Told to sit down, I moved to the last desk in the row side on to the audience, so they wouldn't be able to miss anything I did. Making a great show of trying to fold my much larger frame into a desk that was actually smaller than the others, until I was pretty much jammed in there, with my knees trapped underneath, in a position that was clearly uncomfortable, but funny to watch, just as was everything else that followed.

For the next five minutes or so, Noah went about the serious business of teaching about schooling in the middle of the last century, while I played just about every cliched trick and prank there was, whenever his back was turned.

From my desk I pulled out an old style comic which I read for a bit, before starting to peel off bits of the paper, which I first made into a succession of paper planes that went sailing out into the audience. Then, bored with that, I used the remaining bits of paper, to make spit balls which when propelled from an old fountain pen, sailed almost all the way up to Noah's desk. All of which he ignored, until I did something that he couldn't.

Wetting my finger in my mouth I jammed it into the ear of the boy sitting in the adjoining desk, who squealed like he'd been implanted on a red hot spike, as he hadn't known that was in the script.

"What's the problem boy?" Noah demanded of the kid, who wasted no time in ratting me out.

"He wet willied me," the kid protested, making those in the audience who hadn't heard it called that giggle.

"Matthews," Noah turned on me, "I should have guessed."

"It wasn't me sir. I went no where near his willy."

Even Oscar and Perry laughed at that, even though they weren't supposed to, but then what little boy can resist giggling when someone says the word 'willy'? Mind you neither can an entire school of teenagers either.

"Matthews, you know you cannot say words like that in this school. This is a good school."

If Noah's words sound pompous they were meant to be as that's the exact phrase the real school's headmaster was always saying, and as such, gave Noah his first laugh of his own. Thankfully with the headmaster joining in.

"But," I protested, pulling my best innocent face, and adapting a voice most at odds with my appearance, "I didn't do nothing wrong, and you can't prove nothing, neither."

"Enough!" bellowed Noah, picking up and slapping the cane onto the desk for the sole reason of getting the audiences' attention onto him while I pulled my next prop out from my desk. This being a house brick painted black, that had numbers stuck on the front, that I held in front of me in a position that anyone with a kid would recognise.

"Matthews! Are you texting in class?" Noah got the audience to look at me, prompting another bout of laugher, as I appeared to work the oversized phone.

"Nearly done," I shouted back, to more laughing, "Just got to update Twitbook."

All the kids who went to the school laughed at that, as it was the teaching staff's pet name for all social media, that we weren't meant to access while in the building but we all did. Including the staff.

"That's it. Come up here Matthews and bring your phone with you."

Another "ooh!" from the audience was drowned out by laughter when I said "Do I have to?" in a big pouty voice, whilst doing it anyway.

Handing the brick to Noah, he made a comment about how phones were getting smaller – his second joke – before dropping it onto the table, which nearly broke under the impact. Then he picked up the cane, and all laughter stopped.

"Bend over."

Turning to the audience I gave another shrug and then turned around to bend over, making sure that my bum was pointing directly at them, as the cloth of the rather tight short trousers was stretched to the limit across by bum, whilst riding up that little bit more to show every inch of my slender yet muscular thighs.

Noah left me there for a couple of minutes while he gave the cane a few more practise swings, making sure to make it give that swishing sound that would have put fear into the hearts of any school boy from the old days, but which was making me more and more excited. The audience meanwhile were on the edges of their seats.

Walking around the teacher's table, Noah caught me eye, and I gave him a slight nod to go ahead, which he did, coming around beside me, and making a great big show of pulling his arm back behind his head, and then bringing it down with a whoosh only to stop millimetres from my bum.

A huge gasp came from the audience as if they'd all been holding their breath as they thought the actual caning was just a threat. A moment later, they'd changed their minds.

WHACK!

The gasp this time was mine, as the cane lashed me right across the rear of my shorts. The audience was completely silent as the cane was raised once more.

WHACK!

There was some flinching in the rows of seats facing me, but no one got up to do anything about the boy being caned in front of them all, as they just thought it was part of the show and that we were faking it. Well, they were half right. It was part of the show, but Noah wasn't faking it. He really was giving me a caning, in front of the entire school.

WHACK!

After the third one landed, Noah put the cane down, and told me go back to my seat which I did, making sure to rub my bum as I went back to my seat at the back of the 'class'. Upon sitting on the seat I soon jumped up again, as the hard wood pressed into my rear, but that, unlike the caning was for the laugh it got, and so Noah could issue his next threat, after a bit of banter.

"Let that be a lesson to you Matthews!" he said in his best teacher voice.

"History!" I shouted stunning everyone. "This lesson is history, not sore bums."

"Well, it will be the history of sore bottoms, if you act up again, Matthews. Bare sore bottoms."

"You mean," I clarified for the audience, "That you'd cane me on my bare bum?"

The "ooh!" that followed that was carefully orchestrated, from Oscar and Perry, who mumbled it under their breath, until the audience picked it up, in great bit of manipulation that Simon Cowell would have been proud off.

"That is exactly what I mean. Matthews. Now settle down so I can get on with the lesson."

It lasted just for two minutes. The silence that is. That was just about the length of time I thought it would take for the audience to start to wonder what was going on, and if anything else was going to happen.

At first I just snapped my braces in a subtle way, so that they would make a sound but no one would be sure where that sound was coming from, but before long I was making a real show of it. Pulling the elastic inches away from my body and then letting it snap back, even though I had to pull my jumper vest up to do so. Naturally I didn't even notice when Noah stopped talking about rationing, and just stood there staring at me.

Another minute passed, with the audience looking from me to Noah, knowing that the teacher was going to have to do something sooner rather than later, but not really sure if he was going to carry out his treat or not. Then they found out.

"All right. That's enough. Matthews get out to the front," Noah picked up the cane, "It's time you lot knew what a proper punishment was like."

It was another quote from the headmaster, but no one was listening to the words, they were all watching me, as I slowly unfolded myself from my desk, and began the walk across the stage to where my fate was waiting for me in the shape of a crook handled cane. My hands already flicking the braces from the front of my shorts.

Moving slightly to the side, Noah, carefully positioned himself in the placed we'd worked out behind the high teachers's desk that would give me some privacy, and prevent me from being had up on exposure charges, whilst keeping all the realism we could within the scenario.

The desk had quite a wide plumet on it, so no one the first the audience knew about me taking my shorts down was when the appeared around my knees, under the table. Oscar, Perry and of course, Noah himself, had a much better view and for them there would be no need to wonder why I didn't need to pull down any underwear, which the audience were left too assume I was still wearing. I wasn't. My bottom was fully exposed, as was every other part of me below the waist. Even that part that was trying to imitate the shape of the cane, albeit without the crooked handle, obviously.

Bending over as I had last time, with my hands on my knees, bought most of my body into the audience view, but not the parts that were the centre of this part of the skitand the destination for the real cane.

Six very firm, and very stinging blows landed on my bum, with sounds that we'd have never have been able to fake, even though that's what people thought we did. I even got complements on making myself cry on command, even though there was no secret too it, over then having my bare bum well and canned with half a dozen bright red stripes that ran right across it.

Despite all of that though, I still managed to keep up the comedy aspect of the skit. Loudly complaining that Noah wasn't caning me properly, and even getting the audience to count the number of blows for me, as we couldn't rely on a history teacher, to be good with numbers unless they were dates.

By the end of it, when I was once more standing up, safely hidden behind the desk pelmet, tucking myself back into the tiny shorts, so I'd be decent enough to take a bow, the audience were actually cheering and clapping in a way they hadn't done for any of the other acts, making us the hit of the night and the best way I could ever of imagined to end my stay with Noah, and his brothers.

—15 and 5 yo—

"Good Morning Baby Matt," Cole greeted me on what was to be the last weekend of my stay with him and his little brother, but it was going to be the be couple of days ever as we were finally going to get to use our prize from the pram race, spending all our time at the baby shop in town.

As normal I was wearing a full one piece sleeper that Cole unfastened from me, peeling it down and away to remove the nappy I was wearing underneath. A visit to the big boy bathroom followed for what was needed, and a shower, before I was back in the bedroom, to be dressed in my clothes for the trip into town. These weren't anything too special, just a pair of shorts and t-shirt, although there were rather childish in nature, and given my current status as the household toddler I wore a pull up nappy underneath them.

"Baby. Breakfast. There," my little cousin Daryl pointed at each item in turn so he wouldn't have to use any more words that was needed to get me to sit down beside him, where a bowl of the same childish cereal he was eating had been left for me. "Nappy. Noise," he added as I sat, the pull up making cricking sounds as it was pressed into the seat, although if this was just a statement of fact, or some sort of comment about what I was wearing, I can't be sure, as Daryl just wasn't one for conversations.

Having dressed and showered himself Cole joined us just in time to prevent Daryl from making an early start on lunch which didn't go down to well, especially when the little lad was told he should be better behaved, just like me, leading to the retort, "Me no baby," before Daryl stormed out searching for a television showing cartoons and/or food adverts.

When breakfast was over, Cole and I packed up the last of my things, so they'd be ready for the following day, when I was being picked up for the trip to my next set of cousins, and whatever adventures I would be getting up to there. Then we headed into town.

We took the bus, so that Cole's parents wouldn't know that we weren't staying at his mate's house like they assumed we both were. Cole actually was, so this was only a half lie. I, on the other hand, would be spending my night somewhere far more interesting. That though was still some hours off, as it was still morning as we walked from the main bus stop to the small side street that housed our destination.

"Hello again Cole!" the lady who ran the shop greeted my cousin as we made the bell above the front door chime when we entered. "And this must be Matthew. Difficult to recognise you when you don't have a nappy on," she laughed, referring, I guess, to the pram race even though my face was exactly the same, but then adults can be weird like that.

I smiled, before both telling and showing her that I was in fact wearing a nappy, pulling down the side of my shorts so she could see the tell-tale signs of plastic backed cloth that was around my waist.

"Well, well I'd never have noticed," she looked me over, laughing "Well perhaps I may have done as it is a little more obvious from the back."

"Yes," I laughed with her, turning around to give my big padded bum a smack, that sounded just like plastic.

The lady went serious for a moment, "Indeed, but most boys your age who have to wear, don't normally want people to know that."

"Matt doesn't mind. He likes people to know he's wearing nappies, and being a big baby."

Once more the lady looked me over, "Yes, so I gathered from the race. Still, what you want to do wasn't exactly what I had in mind for a prize, you know?"

This was something I expected her to say, so had an answer all worked out ready to go: "We realise that but with Matt leaving later tomorrow, we won't be able to take you up on your offer of a year's supply of stuff, so thought this would be a good way to get the prize over and done with. Plus you get some more advertising out of it. NOt to mention a deterrent against shop lifters."

"That's true," she smiled, no doubt remembering the plan I'd submitted to her a few days earlier. "Well I guess there's no harm in it, as long as Matthew doesn't mind."

"Did you manage to get everything we asked for?"

"Yes, yes I did. Some of it was a bit special order, but it's all in the stock room waiting for you. Do you want to get started right away?"

Of course we did, so the lady took us through the shop, which wasn't all that busy, towards a room at the back where indeed were all the things I had picked out of the lady's special order book that didn't just feature all the regular baby supplies that I'd expected, but a fair selection of medical equipment that had got me to change quite a few of my plans, making all of them better in the process.

"Right then," Cole announced looking at everything, "Let's get started."

It was something I was used to, so was stripped down to my pull up in a few seconds.

"Are you keeping that one on?" asked Cole and I nodded that I was as it was shame to waste something that I hadn't yet used, especially as I wouldn't be able to wear it when I left as I didn't want to turn up at my next set of cousins wearing a nappy. Not the sort of impression I wanted to start my stay with them.

"Up on the cot then!"

Yes it was a real cot that was sitting there, in the middle of the room, with the wooden bars of the side lowered, to allow easy access to a plastic coated mattress that was easily big enough to take the body of a young slight teenager. However I didn't get right into it yet, but just lay sideways across it, with my head against the bars on the far side, and my legs dropping over the downed side, to give Cole easy access to the parts of me that he was now in complete control off.

The disposable nappy that Cole then slid under my raised bottom was nothing special, just a regular nappy, albeit one that was made for someone of my age, which would ensure that it was a good fit even with the pull up underneath it. There were two layers of tapes which Cole made sure to fasten good and tight to make the fit as snug as possible, before he reached for the plastic pants.

They were a perfect example of proper baby pants, being in totally clear see through yet thick material with strong elastic bands around the leg openings that were already starting to dig into my skin, before they were passing my knees. By the times they were in place around my upper thighs, it was as if I had tight belts fastened around the tops of my legs meaning there was no way I was going to be leaking which was good.

The waistband of the plastic pants was different from all of the others I'd worn, as although that two had the same tight elastic as the leg openings, that pressed against my lower tummy and back, there was another band, running around the top, that worked on the same principle as a ratchet strap you see holding the load down on lorries, and trucks. Raising the little latch up, pulled it tighter until it clicked into place, ensuring that it wouldn't slip back again as you repeated the process. Then when the band was finally as tight as it was going to go – by which point my stomach was being held in a bit – a twist on the centre of the latch, both locked it in place, and removed the release catch so the wearer couldn't remove them.

"Ready for the this next or do you want to do the rest first?" I was asked, but as Cole was already holding the white hospital issue jacket I knew which one he wanted and, for that matter so was I, as it was something I never thought I'd ever get to wear, as how often do you find a real strait-jacket being offered to you?

The strait jacket was just like every one I'd ever seen on the TV. It was white, and was put on backwards so that it fastened up the back, with loads of adjustable straps, spaced out from the top collar to a waist at the bottom. These could all then be covered up by another one that ran from top to bottom, sealing them all off. This last one then locked with a padlock at the back of the neck.

There were other straps, like the one on the front, just about below where the rib cage would be. This was on the up side and I wasn't all that sure what that was for, but was sure I'd find out. The two that were attached to the bottom of the jacket at the front, I knew what those did.

The sleeves were no longer than a usual jacket which was surprising as there was no opening at the other end for hands to come out. The ends being not just sewn shut, but completely closed in, and by the thickness of the material there, reinforced to, so that fingers would be rendered totally useless.

"Arms out," instructed Cole, and I made like a Zombie, thrusting both my arms forward into the offered canvas jacket, that I soon discovered was surprisingly smooth and soft inside as well as a little bit shorter than I'd imagined. The bottom hem barely coming down to my belly button.

Moving behind me, Cole started doing up the multitude of straps, working carefully to pull the closed, gradually tightening it around my stomach, and chest, until finally he made it up to my neck.

"Okay hug yourself."

I did as I was asked, putting my arms around and across my stomach so that my hands were just about behind me. Cole then took hold of the straps attached to the end of each sleeve and fed one into the other. Then he started to tighten it, which not surprisingly pulled my arms further and further behind me, until I was, as he'd said, literally hugging myself, and unable to stop.

It was at this point that I found out what the strap on my tummy was for, as coming back in front of me, Cole threaded this around my arms where they crossed over, and then tightened it so that I wouldn't be able to lift my arms from my chest. Not that I thought I would have been able to anyway.

The next thing I knew there was a tightening in my nappy, and no it wasn't my growing erection as that had happened just as soon as I'd seen the strait-jacket. Instead it was the twin crotch straps being pulled tightly through my legs, from the front, and fastened up to the bottom of the jacket at the back. This effectively not just stretched the jacket tightly down, but also pulled the combined nappies upwards, slightly squashing everything that was inside them.

"How's that?" Cole asked when he'd finished fastening the back cover over all the various straps that now held them.

"Good," I admitted, giving the jacket a bit of a test, which only went to confirm what I already knew. I couldn't move my arms at all.

Cole snapped the padlock closed on the jacket, before moving on to other matters, "I'll put your shoes on when you're in the chair as that'll be easier!"

I wasn't about to argue with Cole as the highchair standing behind him was already taking my attention, not least of all for all the white leather straps with roller buckles that were attached to it, meaning that the occupant wouldn't be able to so much as fidget once he was sat in it.

A small stool stood in front of the highchair making it easier for me to climb up into it which I wouldn't have been able to do with that step up, and not just because I couldn't use my hands or arms either. The highchair really lived up to its name, as it wasn't just a little bit higher than a normal chair, but nearly double the height. By the time I was sat on the snug seat, my head was still the same height as Cole's and he was standing up.

"Right I'll do your shoes now."

What was going to go onto my feet weren't really shoes at all, but little booties. Well not little as they had to go over my feet, but you get the idea. They were like mittens for feet with no toes and more importantly no non-slip sole, which is why Cole hadn't put them on earlier as I wouldn't have been able to maintain my footing enough to actually walk with them on. Not that I'd be doing a lot of walking anyway.

"Now I'll make sure you don't fall out."

Cole started doing this at my feet as that's where he was. First my placing my feet onto the foot rest which was a little bit higher than it probably should have been, forcing me to bring my knees up slightly. A strap coming up from underneath each part where my foot rested, went over the top of my feet, and was then tightened. Given that the foot rests had a lip around the outside, this meant I couldn't remove my feet from them.

The foot rests were fixed to the front legs of the high chair, on either side, spreading my legs apart a theme that was continued as Cole worked his way up, attaching straps to both of my ankles, and then, around my legs, just below my bent knees, which pulled them that little further open.

The highchair didn't have a seat belt as such, just a large, wide strap that came around through the back of the chair, went over my stomach directly between the bottom of the strait-jacket and the top of my nappy, and then behind me somewhere where it was fastened. This making sure that I sat as far back in the seat as I could.

"Last one," announced Cole as he placed a wide collar around my neck and them with a strap that came through the back of the chair, he buckled it into place, so that I was unable to move my head around.

"Happy?" Cole asked, after he'd done a final check everything was secure. "See if you can get out?"

We both knew that I wouldn't be able to, as the chair had been designed to keep even the most rowdy person safe from harm, but I tried it anyway, managing to do nothing but shake my head around a bit, and rattle a few of the straps.

"Fancy some lunch?" the question being rhetorical for even as he asked it, Cole was already picking the highchairs feeding tray which he slid into position with runners going down inside the arms of the chair, until they clicked into place. "Now let's see what we've got."

From the bag, that had been left for us, Cole pulled out a feast fit for a baby, but with all the jars and bottles scaled up for a teenager. These included a jar of strained vegetables, a bowl of some sort of cereal like porridge, a large bottle of milk and an even larger bottle of some sort of purple juice, although exactly what fruit that came from I couldn't even guess, not even after I'd drunk it.

Standing next to me, Cole did the honours, as obviously I couldn't. Twisting the lid from the jar of pulsed vegetables, he dipped in an over sized spoon before doing the entire "Here comes the train into the tunnel" thing, as he fed it too me over and over again until it was gone. Thankfully I don't really mind vegetables, not that these particularly tasted of anything, which was pretty much true of the cereal stuff that followed, although that did have the texture of wallpaper paste, which wasn't all that pleasant as it made me really thirsty.

My lips actually sort out the teat of the milk bottle as it was held towards me, Cole teasing me slightly by pulling it back so I couldn't reach it before finally allowing me to suck it into my mouth and holding it there until it was all gone. Then he replaced it with the water bottle.

By the time the meal was over, my stomach was totally filled up, and would probably have appeared slightly bloated if it wasn't for all the tightness of the nappy, the strait-jacket and the waist strap holding it in.

"Ready to meet your public?"

The chair gave a little jump as Cole put his foot on a lever down by the floor lowering the large wheels back down onto the ground, until they lifted the chair legs up from the floor. Then I was mobile.

Turning the chair around, Cole carefully pushed me out into the main part of the shop where, to no one's surprise the lady owner was waiting to see what we were up to.

"My what a cute little baby you make Matthew!" she laughed, before her face went all serious as she asked if I was okay and if I still wanted to go through with this, given that I was now helplessly strapped into a highchair dressed like a baby.

"Oh yes," I told her, "I only hope that my being in your shop window, will bring you some more customers and keep away the thieves. Did you make the sign up."

"Yes," she nodded, "Everyone is going to know why you are there, so no one will call the police, or anything like that."

"Good," I said before asking the lady to get the sign while Cole wheeled me towards the window display, where I was to be parked, with the brakes on, so that I was facing the large glass window, looking out onto the small street outside. Next to me, the lady placed the sign I'd asked her to make, which stated that she'd caught me steeling from her shop and this was the punishment I'd agreed to as a warning to anyone else who tried the same thing.

"There's something you've forgotten," I said as both Cole and the lady were leaving.

"What's that, dear?" she asked before he could.

"I can still talk."

She looked confused, "I don't understand."

Cole did though and he was back a few seconds later with the oversized baby dummy that was soon forcing me to open my mouth as wide as it would go so the large bulb would go inside. Once it was, a turn on the face plate ring, ensured that the bulb expanded a little bit more, until there was no way that I would be able to get it out of my mouth, and at the same time, made it impossible for me to utter even a simple sound.

I was then left alone. Cole making sure that the lady locked the door to the window so that no one could get into me, before they both went outside to have a look in through the window to make sure all was good and that both I and the sign could be seen by anyone walking passed. Then they went back inside while we all waited to see who the first people to see me would be.

It was actually really nerve wreaking just sitting there no knowing what was going to happen giving me some of the sense of what it would have been like to be in the situation I was pretending to be in, as this was the part of the adventure that I really couldn't control. Anyone could walk down that small side street and see me, and there was no way to know how they would react when they did.

Two teenage girls walked passed after a few minutes but they didn't seem to notice me there, as they hurried on their way to one of the other small independent shops that were along the road, but they must have caught something out of the corner of their eye for a second later they were right back, staring at me with wide eyes that I noticed were made up in not a dissimilar way to your average panda.

For a moment they just stared, opened mouthed, like girls tend to do on the rare occasions they don't know what to say. Then one noticed the sign, and nudge the other to read it, which they both did. Their eyes flicking back and forth across the words until they reached the end. Then they looked back at me and for a second nothing happened. Then they looked at each other and burst out into totally silence laughter as the thick glass was totally soundproof.

I may not have been able to hear the girls, but other people out in the street could, and they stopped by to have a look at what was just so funny. Not all of them got the joke of course. Some just read the sign and went all serious, no doubt thinking I was getting what I deserved, while one particular teenage boy looked more than a bit nervous, leading me to suspected he was the one with sticky fingers.

Time passed – there was no clock so I couldn't be sure how much – people came and went. Some came back a second time, but mostly they just went on about their way once they'd seen the funny sight of a teenage boy dressed like a baby, strapped into a high chair as a punishment. What they didn't know, was that nature was slowly taking it's course as I developed a strong urge to go to the toilet.

Gradually I started to wriggle as much as I could in the chair which the onlookers seemed to find hysterically funny. No doubt they'd have found the gurgling I was making behind the strapped in dummy amusing too, but they couldn't hear that anymore than they could hear the sounds coming from my tummy, or even the sigh of relief I'd have made if I could have, as I finally released my bladder.

Powered by the two large drinks I'd consumed in the shop, my nappy quickly filled up with warm liquid that made itself at home around my bum, and most other parts that were covered by the double nappies and the plastic pants.

That was the first of many pools that formed under me, as I continued to wet myself during the afternoon I was sat in that window. The spectators, I don't think ever knew I was actually using the nappy they could see I was wearing as they just thought it was punishment by humiliation, which was at least partly correct. I guess if they had looked closely they may have been able to see traces of what I'd done, between my forcibly spread legs, but they never appeared to do that. Or if they did, they made sign that they had, but I was all too well away, of what I was sitting in. Not that I minded. To me it was just a relief to have been able to get the wee out through an erection I didn't think would have gone soft enough to allow it out.

Eventually the numbers of people staring in at me through the window started to die down, and I realised that it must have been getting close to closing time, and sure enough, once the street had been empty for a some time, I heard the lock snapping open on the door behind me, letting Cole into the window display so could wheel me back into the shop where the lady owner congratulated me on the custom I'd bought her way, especially in the larger sizes. I felt a little guilty about that, as it suggested that somewhere in the town some unsuspecting kid was about to be punished by wearing nappies for real. I could only hope that he enjoyed it, or at least deserved it.

"They're waiting in the living room for you Matthew," my mum called over her shoulder as she was heading out of the house.

Yes, that's right. My mum. She and dad didn't stay away forever, and for the previous few months I'd be behaving like a normal fourteen year old boy. No dressing up, or undressing in public. I hadn't been tied up, or spanked. Or both, by anyone, and it was all getting a little bit dull. That though was about to change, even if I didn't yet know it.

"Who is?" I called after mum but she was already gone, and I knew dad wasn't home either, so there was only one way to find out what was going on and that was to go and see for myself.

"Hello!" I called out, as I hung up my coat on the peg by the front door, thinking it a little odd there was no answer, but then if we had visitors why would they answer? It wasn't their house after all.

Longingly I looked down towards the kitchen, wondering if I could fit in a quick snack before meeting whoever it was, but then realised that my own call had pretty much shot that one, as they knew I was home already.

Moving to the living room door, I did a quick check of my school uniform to make sure I was all neat and tidy, just in case it was someone important, and don't worry, it was a normal uniform. Long trousers and everything. Then I went in, and got one hell of a shock.

They were all there. Well not all of them. The Baileys, were missing, as was the kid who'd sucked and fingered me in the primary school showers, although as I'd never actually seen him, I wouldn't have known him anyway.

My cousins all sat there, staring at me and if that didn't tell me something was up, then the grins they all had, would certainly have let me know that something was up, and that I was at the centre of it all.

"Hello?" I said, as, well what else could I say.

What happened next was something of an audio mess, as they all answered me at once. However, instead of a chorus of "Hello Matt," what assaulted me was a few of those, mixed in with a couple of "Hello Matthew," and then some "Helly Matty," two versions of adding a "Baby" and then three welcoming "Matilda."

It was a lot to take in. Not that the names were a surprise to me, of course, just that they all got used at once, and that no one was surprised by any of them. That couldn't be good. Even though they were all still smiling. Perhaps more so, now I was confused.

"Why are you all here?" I asked, taking the direct route.

"Your birthday," replied Cole sitting on the sofa with Daryl sat on his lap.

That didn't really help as I still had another month before I turned the big one, five.

"Your parents thought it would be a good idea to throw you a big party," continued Noah, his two brothers, sharing the arm of the sofa beside him.

"A party?"

"Yes," Elliot spoke next making me wonder just how much they'd rehearsed this, "And they're going to let us organise it for you."

"All of us," added Fin. "and just us."

"Just You?" I asked looking around the room again, at the grinning faces of my cousins and wishing I could think of something more to say than just repeating what I was being told.

"Indeed," Nodded Gerry, "But it's not like the last one we had with you. Well maybe. A bit."

A blush fully enveloped my face before I could do anything to stop it, causing both Noah and Ian to giggle, and they weren't the only ones, which didn't help my redness at all.

"We ere going to make it a surprise," continued Rory Ulric, "but figured this would be more fun if you know about it but didn't know what was going to happen."

I opened my mouth to finally ask something intelligent, but Cole cut me off.

"Indeed, seeing how much you like planning stuff, it will give you a taste of not knowing what's happening."

Suddenly Daryl, looked up: "There be food," he said, before going back into whatever world five year olds live in.

"Yes that's one thing you can be sure off. That they'll be food," Cole laughed at his brother before turning back to me, "They'll also be games."

The smile wattage in the room got turned up a notch at that point, and then the jokes started.

"As we wouldn't to catch you NAPPING!" was Cole's entry into the 'just how uncomfortable can we make Matthew' contest.

"You could end up HORSE!" from Elliot while Fin went with…

"And DOG tired."

"Don't worry though, we'll keep it SHORT," reduced Oscar and Perry into hysterics

"Some things need to be ad-DRESSED," smiled Jody.

"Some loose ends to be TIED up," put in Quinn

"Some things to be SCOUTED out," Yuri had to shout over the growing laughter.

"We promise not the DRAG it out," added Max.

"Or SLAP anything on you don't like," Austin got his in, even though the look on his face, gave the impression he didn't really get it. I did though. I got them all and clearly whenever this party was going to be it would be something that I wasn't going to be allowed to forget in a hurry. I could only wonder how my cousins were going to manage to bring together all the different things I'd done with them all into one evening. However they did it though, one thing was for sure. It was going to be memorable.

And it was.

The End