U. N. Known Writer

Cubs & Baby Stuff

Chapter One
The Stuff that Happened Before the Story Starts

Now I bet your wondering what that title's about ain't you? Well if you think this is going to be one of them natural history things narrated by David Attenbough, or one of them old Disney things, where a load of cute little animals do cute stuff, then you're in for a rude awakening. And I mean 'rude'. But then again, seeing as you're reading stories on this archive I guess you weren't expecting nothing like that anyway.

So anyway, now I guess I've told you what you ain't going to be reading about I guess I should tell you what you are. Well there is going to be some cubs, only not the small furry ones but the mini-scout variety and then there's going to be a load about me, Jonathan Harrison, which is just as well as I'm writing this but then this story is all about me and the bullying I went through when I was thirteen.

Yeah I got bullied, but in case you're getting all worried that something horrible happened to me – or excited cos I know what you lot are like – then don't be cos it weren't nothing like that at all. Well, okay, so some of the stuff, wasn't the most fun in the world, or at least most people probably wouldn't have thought so, but truth is, I loved it. All of it. Even the nasty stuff, the embarrassing stuff, the humiliating stuff, and even the painful stuff. I loved it all, cos that's what gets me off.

I'd know that having stuff done to me, that would normally have made most boys my age, wish the ground would open and swallow them, turned me on from the first time it happened and that was a total accident.

It was back when I was ten or something like that and I was over at Aunt and Uncle's place which is deep in the countryside, in one of them villages that looks like the clock stopped back in the 1950s, and where, as it would happened nearly all the stuff, you're going to be reading about also took place.

I was down there for my little cousins birthday. Jake – that's my cousin – was turning seven and had this really big party with what looked like his entire class there, totally running wild round the place like little kids tend to do when they've had loads too much cake and fizzy drinks. It was complete bedlam, but sort of fun at the same time. THere was no one there my age, and certainly no teenager's who wouldn't have been seen dead at a little kid's party. Me, I had no choice, as Jake was family, but I didn't mind as I rather liked playing all them games that ten year olds don't get to play no more, as they're too 'childish'.

Anyway to cut things short cos this is like only the introduction to the introduction sort of thing, I was playing some sort of chasing game with all them little kids, the rules of which just seemed to revolve around them chasing me, although I half remember that it started out as tag. Still never mind that, as what happened was that all of them ganged up on me, as that was the only way they was going to be able to catch me, what with me being older and bigger than they were.

What they did was this. Instead doing their own thing, they ended up splitting into three big groups of about half a dozen kids in each, which then got me cornered in the garden. I wasn't going to give up easy though, so even though they outnumbered me by loads, I charged right at them, only to be dragged down and basically buried under a little boy mountain, or squirmy, wriggling bodies, whilst all the time trying, to break free.

The struggle must have gone on for ages, but eventually Jake and his mates managed to hold me down and I ended up laying flat on my back, all stretched out with kids holding onto my arms and legs so I couldn't move nothing, while Jake was sat right on my tummy bouncing up and down with excitement.

"We got you! We got you!" he kept chanting as he bounced. At least that's what I was told he did as I had no idea cos the inside of my jeans had gone all stiff, in a way that had never happened before.

Of course, I know now that I had an erection, that was no doubt caused by all them bodies rubbing against me while I'd struggled, but back when I was ten I didn't know nothing about that sort of stuff. What I did know was that it was a greatest feeling in the world, and that I wanted it to happen again, and again and again.

So, like I said, that was the first time, that I got off when I was being overpowered by little kids, and it wasn't the last one neither. But then it wouldn't be or the story would be done here, wouldn't it. No, it happened loads of times after that, nearly always with my cousin Jake and his mates, and was usually the same sort of wrestling thing like that first time, but then things started to chance once Jake joined the local cub pack.

I didn't really see that much of Jake cos of him living in the country, but whenever I got the chance I'd be pestering my parents to let me go down there, although I never told them the real reason, obviously. I mean I was a kid but I wasn't that stupid. Parent's don't need to know about stuff like that. Still they were happy enough about it as they were dead busy working and stuff, and if I wasn't down with Jake and his family then I'd have been stuck at home on my own, which I guess loads of other boys would have loved, but then, I weren't like other boys.

Like I said, Jake joined the cubs when he was eight, or perhaps it was when he was still seven, not that it matters, as it really didn't have nothing to do with me until I was twelve and he was nine I think. So this is like a year before the real stuff I want to tell you about happened, but it will give you a real idea about what was going to happen.

So, Jake was doing real well in cubs. He had a new bunch of mates – Vik, Nathan and Dean – who were also cubs, and who started to hang around the house whenever I was there, which was great for me, as they loved having the chance to try all their badge stuff on a bigger boy.

You probably know this already, but cubs do all these things like challenges, for which they get awarded badges, that they get to sew onto their sleeves. There's loads of these badges and they get them for more or less anything, but there's rules and regulations about what they have to do for them, and with Jake's parents being just about as busy as all the other adults in the world, it was me what ended up helping Jake and his mates with their's.

This weren't really all that bad, as it was sort of fun to do all that stuff with them, especially as I'd never been a cub or scout or nothing like that, as well, kids round where I lived didn't do that unless they wanted to be beaten up. That said, I'll never forget the day I had to taste this stew they made for a cooking badge, and spent the entire night on the toilet, with the feeling that my insides were trying to be my outsides!

Still for every badge that went wrong there were half a dozen that went right, and I even learned loads of stuff along the way about camping, wildlife, and of course the biggest of all cliches about scouts, knots. Not that I got to tie any of them, as it was me what they was being tied around.

Yeah, the cubs got to tie me up, and that was even better than when they all held me down. Loads better. So much so, that I made sure they spent longer practising that badge than almost all of the other put together as we went through every example in the knot book, one by one, rather than just doing a few of them which would have been enough to get the badge.

At the time I didn't think the cubs realised it was that I insisted they tied me up, rather than just putting the ropes around bits of sticks like in the book, but perhaps the oldest one in Jake's group, a lad by the name of Vik, may have had an idea, as I was to find out later. In the meantime though, they seemed happy enough trying to outdo each other, to see who could tie me up in a way that meant I couldn't escape, which was pretty much all the time.

That was a great holiday that one. The best one so far, cos I spent nearly all of it tied up in various places and positions, both in and around the house, and under the control of those pesky little cubs, and loving every minute of it, especially when they took photos of my like that, so they could show their pack leader. The idea that other boys, would get to see me all helplessly bound, just turned me on even more, until I started to wonder what it would be like to be totally humiliated in front of a crowd. Something that happened that very autumn.

At the end of every year, right about Christmas time, Jake's cub pack took part in the local area gang show, which is like an old fashioned variety show, where the various packs in the area get to show off, singing, dancing, juggling, and doing comedy skits and stuff like that. It's also a chance for them to get some more badges in all that stuff, which is just what Jake and his mates were going to do.

The first I knew about this, was half term holiday at the end of October, when I happened to arrive right in the middle of what Jake called a 'production meeting' for the thing they wanted to do, and was offered up a chance that was way too good to miss.

The boys had a great idea of what they were going to do, having got it from an old moral tale they'd picked up from some old comic handbook that they found when helping to tidy up their scout hut. It was one of them moral things, with a big preachy message at the end, about how a bad boy can become a good boy if he becomes a cub scout. The story being that a group of scouts find a little kid being naughty, so they spank him – like they could do back when the handbook was written – and then take him along to be a cub so they could keep an eye on him.

Naturally, as soon as I heard the word 'spanking' then I was more than a little interested, not to mention pitching a tent in my jeans as I asked what the problem was which turned out to be that there was no laughs in it, in what was meant to be a comedy skit to help Nathan get his comedy badge, plus if they did it like it was written in the old book then it would look like they was bullying a kid to become a cub and scouts weren't meant to do that sort of thing anymore. In fact they were meant to be against it.

It took me a while but I came up with the perfect solution which turned out to be dead easy. At least to me anyway. Why didn't they just swap things around? Instead of it being scouts bullying a little kid, make it that little kids were doing stuff to an older boy as, after all, no one thought of that as bullying, did they?

The idea went down a storm with them, just as it had done in my underwear, but there was still a problem. None of the cubs wanted to play the part of the bad boy, due to the stuff that was going to have to happen to him during the show, most noticeably the spanking. NOt that it was going to be a real spanking but all the same, no kid wants to be bent over while his mates pretend to slap his bum.

Nobody except me, that is. Just thinking about being bossed around by younger boys got me pounding my prick ever night, so for it to actually happen was just about the best thing I could ever think of. The only thing was that I couldn't be seen to be too keen on doing it. Thankfully I didn't have to, as it wasn't long before the conversation turned to costumes instead and that pretty much made the decision for me.

"There's that old cub uniform in the store room, we found. WE could use that!" little Dean O'Malley said.

"But it's way big," put in Jake, "the kid that wore it must have been enormous."

Dean's face fell, "It wasn't that big. Only a little bigger than Vik is!"

Eyes turned to Vik – actually Vikenty after some Russian ancestor but no one calls him that but his mum – who was the oldest of the cubs and therefore the largest, but he was looking at me, as he said the words that would bring my dreams come true. "I bet it would fit Jon."

"Do you think?" I asked before I could help myself.

"Yeah sure," Vik confirmed, "It was only a bit big for me, and you're bigger than me so it should be fine."

It was at this point that I remembered that I shouldn't appear to be as keen as what I really was, so I made some comments along those lines, including one about how I wasn't a cub so would it be okay for me to be in their show.

"No problem, we were told we could get people to help if we wanted." Vik told me. My own cousin, though wasn't so sure.

"Think they only meant girls so we wouldn't have to wear dresses and stuff."

"Well this is like that, ain't it." I said quickly. "You lot don't want to – I mean can't – wear that uniform and I can, so you cast me instead. That's like being part of a real show ain't it?"

They agreed, and my wish came true a few months later.

The skit was planned down to the nearest detail, as there were a load of badges up on offer for the cubs, and even more for me. The script was written, re-written, changed, corrected, and basically mucked about with practically all the time, as we tried out different things and all of us tried to get our own way as to how it would eventually look on stage. Yet we never got to actually run though the thing and rehearse it, as I was back at my own school by then, and couldn't get back down to Jake's until the day before the skit took place, so I hadn't even seen my costume or anything, but yet none of that got in the way of just how excited I was about what was going to happen.

Then came the big night.

The curtain opened to show Jake, Vik, Nathan and Dean all neatly done up in their sharp looking modern cub uniforms as if they were on their way to pack meeting when I came pelting out of the wings and ran right into them. Well not right into them as they knew this was going to happen and moved apart so I could fly between them, pretend to trip up and fall flat on my face.

At this stage I was being the bad boy so I was dressed like some cliched thug like you see in the papers, with baggy jeans, a hoody with the hood pulled up over my face and trainers that I didn't even bother to lace up and which, naturally came off when I fell.

"What you do that for?" I yelled at the cubs in as mean a voice as I could without swearing, "What you trip me for."

"We didn't trip you. You fell into us." was Vik's line as he offered his hand to help me up, only I wasn't having none of that.

What followed was about five minutes of argument on my part, and reasoned conversation from the cubs, until I'd had enough and made to give little Dean a whack with the trainer he was only trying to give back to me. At which point the rest of the cubs had no option but to take matters into their own hands.

A fight followed. Well not a real fight, more of a pantomime one, with me throwing arms and legs everywhere, but missing all my targets by a mile, while all the stage lights flashed to make it look like slow motion, while the cubs once more waited until they had no option but to use force to bring the situation under control.

So there I was, laying face down on this little mound we'd had built on the stage, so that the audience would be able to see what happened next. Jake and Nathan were holding my arms above my head, while Vik had arranged himself by my feet, but to one side, so he too was out of the way, as finally got to give me back my trainer.... right across the seat of my jeans.

WHACK!

The sound echoed around the little theatre, apparently so much louder to the audience than it did to me and the cubs due to the way the stage was built. That didn't stop the cheers though as I got my just deserts.

Now came the trickiest bit of the entire show, as right at the moment the trainer came down on my bum, all the lights went out. It was only for a couple of seconds during which time, both Vik and Nathan tugged on the sleeves of my hoody, so that by the time the lights came back on again it was gone.

The audience didn't notice that anything had changed, as they couldn't really see the upper part of my body especially as their eyes would have been on Dean as he was still trying to make me lie still, the only way he could, by raising the trainer up for a second go at my bum just as the lights went out again.

This time it was down to Vik to get rid of my jeans. This he did by grabbing them by the ankles, and helped by just how baggy they were – and that I'd undone the waist button and fly earlier, allowing him to yank them right down my legs and tossed them into the wings before the lights came back up again.

So it was that the audience got a shock when I was once more illuminated under the warm glow of the spotlights, as they could now see that I was no longer dressed like a thug but was now wearing a little pair of grey shorts, that left nearly all of my legs bare, whilst only just covering my bum. Not that they had long to look as the trainers was soon coming down for the third time.

NOt much changed during the final blackout but all the cubs were involved. From under his own uniform, Jake pulled out a kerchief complete with woggle that he slotted over my head, while Nathan produced an old cub cap that he put on my head. Meanwhile, down the other end of my body, Vik was yanking up what appeared to be ankle socks, un-rolling them, so they came up to the middle of my shins, where garters hung down the outside of my legs.

I was no longer dressed like a thug, but was now in the easily recognisable old style cub uniform, complete with bottle green jersey, long grey socks with garters, and little grey shorts.

When the stage was illuminated once more, Dean got to say the last line of the skit, announcing that I was now a good boy, at which point all three of them crowded around behind me as I stood up, made a quick check of my costume, before we all turned to the audience to reveil the punch line, that the spanking had turned me into a good little cub scout, just like all the others.

There was a moments pause, before the crowed erupted into cheers and clapping that went on right through our bows, and continued as we walked off stage. I even got a laugh when, right before I was in the wings, I gave my bum in those little shorts a rub.

All in all the skit was a great big success. Jake, Nathan, Vik and Dean not only got awarded the badges they were after, but we won the best performance one as well. This meant that right at the end of the night we all got called up to the stage where we got given prizes and everything. It was brilliant everyone congratulated us on the skit, and asked us how we came up with the ideas. Where the costumes came from? How we did the lighting thing? ANd loads of other stuff. I especially liked it when some of the other cubs, said they wouldn't have been seen dead in the old style uniform, especially the little shorts. One kid even went so far as to wonder what I was wearing under them to which Dean gave away that I was wearing a pair of his briefs, as my own boxers had been too big.

Of course a lot of the questions were about how we made the spanking scene so realistic. The answer to that one was even easier, as we hadn't faked it. I'd told Dean to do it for real, and he had. He'd really whacked my bum with the trainer and it stung like hell. Fact is, that bum rub I'd done as I'd left the stage had been for real. Yet by the time we was all talking about it afterwards, my bum didn't hurt anymore. Instead it just tingled in a way, that was making me so stiff that I'd have to wash Dean's little undies before giving them back.

That was the biggest thing I learned from the skit. NOthing to do with the moral of course. In fact almost the opposite. That no matter how much I liked being held down by the cubs. And, being stripped by them. And the feeling of being helpless that went with it all. What I loved most of all was being spanked by them.

All of which laid the foundation for what was to happen the following summer, when all this got repeated and a lot more stuff as well.

Long before school broke up for the summer of my thirteen year I was already making plans to ensure that I could spend as near as possible the entire six week break down with my cousin Luke and his cub pals. I had so many things planned that I wanted to do, but first I had to get there. Mum and dad were still working all the time, while my Aunt and Uncle were too, which gave me the perfect chance to 'reluctantly' volunteer to 'baby sit' for Luke, although as things turned out, those roles would get reversed before too long, but let's not get too far ahead in my story.

Like I said before, Luke's house was out in the sticks with nothing much but farm land, woods and such like around it, so it was the perfect hang out for a group of boys which is why all three of his own mates spent more time there than they did at their own homes. This meant that for most of the summer, there would be no one home but myself – now aged thirteen as I said – my cousin Jake, now ten, plus Vik and Nathan who were both eleven and Dean O'Malley, who would reach double figures on the day I arrived.

The first day of my visit passed off without anything happening worth me typing about, as I was still binding my time, making sure that we would be left alone, plus there was the matter of getting Dean's birthday out of the way, before I put my plan into action.

Right then, my plan was something like the plot of the skit we'd done. I was going to get caught doing something, and then be punished for it, only I'd also added quite a few twists that I'd be disguising as getting the cubs to 'help' me with my problem.

In order for this to work I had to be caught by the cubs doing something not only embarrassing, but which they would be able to understand and not want to tell anyone about. For any boy there is one thing that fits perfectly. I was going to be caught having a stiffie.

It wasn't a decision I took lightly, but it was something that was happing more and more, especially when I was around younger boys like the cubs, so it probably would have happened sooner or later anyway. At least this way I could use it to my advantage.

The day of discovery came, when all the cubs were there, eating lunch in siting room. The five us were all sitting there with plates on our laps, talking about this and that, when I started to move the conversations around to the skit we'd done as a way to set the scene.

Naturally the cubs had found the entire thing nearly as much fun as I had, so they soon got laughing about it, enjoying the extra bits that I was adding on to it which I knew would cause there to be a reaction between my legs and sure enough it wasn't long before I had the response I'd been after which was made all the more obvious by the clothes I was wearing.

I'd never been one to follow the latest fashions amongst my peers, preferring to wear whatever I found the most comfortable, being warm or cold, but since the skit there had been one change in my wardrobe in that I started to wear shorts a lot more than I ever had done before. I don't think any of my mates back home wore shorts for anything but games at school, unless they were in some sports team, but I wore them whenever I could and the shorter the better.

A few days earlier, I'd finally managed to convince Mum that I was old enough to pack my own bag for my holiday in the country. The reason for this being that I didn't want to take a single pair of long trousers with me and I didn't which is why my erection became so obvious.

I'd sat in the arm chair facing the others on the couch so they'd have a good look at my lap where the thin cloth of the old gym shorts I was wearing would in no way be able to hide the stiffness that was soon poking up inside them. I wasn't wearing any underwear – also on purpose of course – so there was nothing to contain it, as it rose up into a tent between my legs.

Not wanting to be too obvious I made a show of moving my plate over my lap to conceal it, but doing so in such a way as still make it obvious, as I shifted about in my seat like I had itching powder up my bum.

"Hey Jonathan, what's up?" asked Vik when he finally noticed.

"Nothing!" I said, using that voice kids always use when they're trying to hide something which immediately got all their attention just as I knew it would.

"You can tell us." Vik offered, and which was soon echoed by the others as they went into their helpful cub mode.

"It's embarrassing." I admitted, which is was. Just not as much as it was exciting.

"Go on tell us. We won't tell anyone." my cousin said repeating the words I always used to them when they had something to tell me, which I thought was a nice touch.

I didn't tell them though. I showed them. Lifting my plate up so they had a clear look at the tent prop in my shorts. "I can't help it." I said. "I've tried too buy I can't."

The three of them looked at each other blushing a little as they were all, after all, old enough to be having the same problems themselves, especially Vik, who went the reddest of the lot. Yet it was down to the youngest Dean to ask the question I needed to continue.

"What can we do to help?"

IT was a standard cub thing. It's what they were also told to ask if they came across a situation rather than just stumbling in blindly in case they made the matter – whatever it was – worse by their hasty reactions.

"Well," I said, hoping to appear hesitant to continue, "There is something you could do."

"What's that?" asked Vik, taking the lead as was his right as the troop leader.

"Well you see, I need to learn to control this thing, so I don't go showing off in front of people who'll get creaked out by it, like you can imagine?"

By the way they were nodding they could imagine just that as every boy lived in fear of showing his thing in front of other boys, grown ups, or worst of all girls. SO I knew I was on safe ground as I continued with the stuff I'd made up.

"I have to be kept busy, so I want you to keep a watch over me at all time and give me stuff to do to keep my mind on other things. However, if this does happen again then you need to do something about immediately." I paused again, attempting to judge if I should say the next part as once I did there would be no going back. Yet, ironically it was the stiffness in my shorts, the very thing I was apparently trying to get rid of, that made me go through with the final part of my plan. "If it happens you need to spank me."

"What! Wait?" Nathan nearly exploded as he caught on to what I was saying before the others had worked it out, "YOu mean if you get a stiffy then we can spank you on the bum?"

I swallowed a lump – not that one! – in the throat, as I confirmed just that. "Yes, you need to punish me If I can't control it. Further more I can't be left alone in case it happens so one of you is going to have to be with me all the time as I won't be able to touch it until I can control myself."

That was it. That was my plan and I wasn't totally sure the cubs would go for it. If not then I had a back up plan, to make it all some sort of test that would get us all of the hook but as it happened they not only went for it, but they added in stuff that I'd never even considered.

"Okay, we'll do it!" Those were the words what I really wanted to hear so when Vik said them, then I very nearly pumped my fist in the air and cheered. Luckily though I didn't given that I wasn't meant to be happy about this stuff. So instead I just kept looking down while I waited to find out what these little boys were going to do to me.

Well, I call them 'little' but by the time we get to this point of the story they weren't really that little no more. Guess I should have described them when they first turned up in the story, cos that's what most writers do ain't it? Still they were littler then so it wouldn't have really worked, but I can do it now, so you'll know what your looking at.

You see although I was thirteen then, I wasn't the biggest thirteen year old in the world. In fact, I wasn't even close. I wasn't the shortest either, and I weren't no drain pipe either, although I was a fair bit under the average. What this meant was that Vik, despite being only just twelve and about to leave cubs for scouts, was actually a touch taller than I was. Heck even Nathan at eleven was about my height, while thankfully the two ten year olds, were actually shorter than me. Just not by as much as I would have liked. Course I was stronger than nearly all of them, separately, and was more mature where it mattered, although from the way Vik's voice would occasional break he probably wasn't so far behind me and may even have been able to dominate me, if he put his mind too it.

Anyway, back to the story, and there I was standing in front of them, as Vik told me what they was going to do.

"First off, you could probably do with a cold shower to get rid of the problem. Then there's some chores Jake says you can do around the house. Then, we'll work out some ways to help you learn self control. HOw's that sound."

It sounded really brilliant to me but I played it down a bit, just nodding my head, and then turning to go up towards the bathroom, with the rest of them following which gave me the chance to work out that something else was going on inside my shorts.

"I need a pi--, wee." I corrected myself, using the little kid word instead, as they always sounded better than the grown up versions me and my mates banded about, along with every swear word you can think of, and no doubt, some that you can't

Vik stepped in front of me, guiding me across to the toilet while he told the others to get the bath ready.

"You're going in with him?" Jake asked, the very question I'd been wondering about myself.

"Sure," replied Vik, "He said we can't leave him alone and anyway, how's he going to pee when he can't touch himself."

There was nothing else to say to that as we'd reached the toilet door through which both me and Vik entered, and I ended up standing in front of the bowl, which naturally in a house full of boys, the seat was already up. HOwever when I reached down to get down to business I found someone else was already there. Vik.

Without saying a word, he just grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them right down to my ankles, as you would do to a little kid. And that wasn't the only place his hands went either, for a moment later he'd grasped hold of what I will now call my willy, and was pointing it towards the toilet.

"GO on then. Have a wee." he told me from behind."

"I'm not sure I can." I honestly admitted.

"Why not? Gone shy have you?" teased the boy holding my willy. "We've all seen each other wee before but here I'll give you a hand."

Now I thought he was already giving me a hand, but that wasn't what he meant as soon his left hand was around my too, pushing under my shirt, where it started to slowly massage my stomach.

I don't know where Vik learnt to do that, although it was probably a cub badge in having a wee somewhere on the sleeve of his uniform, but it sure worked. One hand pressed down on my bladder, while the other directed the resulting flow down into my willy, though his fingers holding onto it and out into the toilet bowl.

Once I was empty my willy finally seemed to realise that I wasn't the one holding onto it, and reacted accordingly, getting to be about half stiff, before Vik released it, and told me to follow him into the bathroom where the rest of the boys were waiting for us.

"Time for your bath!" announced the second in command Nathan, as somewhere along the line the cold shower I was going to have had lead to water being put into tub instead.

At this point my shorts were still around my the tops of my thighs as Vik had never pulled them up after I'd had a wee, and neither did I. But they didn't stay there for long, as Jake son took care of them, yanking them all the way down to my ankles, where I had no option but to step out of them, or else I'd have fallen flat on my face given that my arms were all tangled up in the sleeves of my shirt that Dean was making a real bad job of removing.

ONce I was totally naked, I was told to step into the bath and then kneel down in the tepid water, so they could start to wash me.

It took nearly half an hour, but I was totally and thoroughly washed by the boys, each of them taking it in turns to participate. I must have been practically shiny by the time they were done, as I washed in places that I'd never bothered to wash myself, so probably hadn't been done since mum used to bath me on a Sunday night before school.

Of course boys being boys, there were certain parts of me that got a lot more attention than other. Namely all those in the underwear area with Vik being the last to do those particular honours, so that by the end of the cleansing I had one hell of a stiff willy, that was standing right up there for everyone to see, yet not one of them mentioned it which was weird.

Out of the tub, I stood there while they dried me off, at the end of which I was still pointing north, so to speak, at which point the boys finally realised they had to do something about it. "I guess we'd best do something about this," Vik announced, giving my willy a light flick that sent it bouncing up against my stomach. "Time we got started on what you told us to do."

At last. I was going to get a spanking which although was meant to cure me of getting stiff, just the thought of it was making my stiffness even stiffer.

We departed the bathroom without bothering to tidy up – well we were boys after all – going back downstairs to the living room where Vik wasted no time in pulling out one of the dinning room chairs and placing it facing the sofa.

"This is going to be the spanking chair." he said, sitting himself on it, and then patting his lap, so I would know what was expected of me.

Trying not to smile at just how well my plan was working out, I went over and put myself across Vik's lap with my naked bum up high in the air, my hands and feet on either side, and my willy – which was still stiff – pushed down between his thighs.

"Now Jon, you asked us to spank you whenever you got out of control so that's what we're going to do."

His hand played lightly across my bottom as he said this, and then, without further words he was doing a lot more than that, as he landed ten very hard spanks right across my bum.

Like I said Vik was only just a bit taller than me, but he must have had massive hands for his age, cos it felt like they covered both of my cheeks at once, meaning that it was just those ten blows that got tears in my eyes, and it wasn't even over yet.

Once he was done with his ten, Vik pulled me up, but only so Nathan could slip into the chair so that in a split second I ended up over the lap of a second boy, for some more of what had already happened.

Nathan didn't say anything, just took his job seriously and gave my bum another ten good solid and very stingy blows that weren't as hard as those Vik had done, but given I'd already had one load that really didn't matter.

When he was done, Nathan didn't get up, but instead remained seated, while Dean and the Jake took there turns at spanking me, whilst standing next to the chair which didn't turn out so bad from where I was.

It was probably the angle rather than a lack of trying but Dean's spanks weren't really that hard, although they were more than Jake who seemed to take pity on me, no doubt due to the fact I'd started to cry when Nathan was spanking me, and still was by the time he was done. Not that this was the only change to be noted.

"He's soft!" exclaimed Dean when I was finally allowed to get back on my own feet, and they could see that my willy was back to it's normal two inch [5 cm] long tube hanging between my legs.

"Well that seems to work then." Vik announced to general approval around the room, before I was told to stand in the corner with my hands on my head so I could get myself back together again.

It took over half an hour of what they called 'corner time' before I was given the chores to do, which not surprisingly included cleaning up the lunch stuff we'd used followed by the bathroom, while all the time being watched by at least one, or even more of the boys.

I was just finishing that when I needed to wee again, and made the mistake of heading towards the toilet on my own when Nathan spotted me. "WHere are you going?" he asked, so I told him.

Nathan said nothing at first but then turned and shouted down the stairs, "Jake, your brother needs to wee and it's your turn."

A few seconds later and I was stood once more in front of the toilet bowl, this time with my hands on my head, with my little brother standing behind me, with his arm around my waist, holding onto my willy.

IT really took a lot of concentration to get the wee to flow as there was no rubbing of my stomach like Vik had done, but eventually I managed it. At which point Jake then did something Vik hadn't. He moved his fingers tightly from the base of my willy up towards the top several times. When I turned to look at him, he explained that he found this was a great way to get the last bits out of the foreskin so you didn't dribble which was something I didn't expect him to know, let alone know. Still you learn something every day, I guess.

That wasn't the only thing I learned that day.

When all the chores were done, I was told to go back down to the living room for my first lesson on control. For which I was told to stand on the rub where the coffee table normally was, while the boys sat on the sofa or chairs around me.

"Hands behind your back," Vik told me as my hands had automatically tried to cover up my nakedness while I stood there, surrounded by all of them fully dressed. Once I realised what I was doing, I put my hands behind my back, holding my right wrist with my left hand.

"Now here's what we are going to do," Vik announced, pointing out that the boys had clearly been talking about me whilst I'd been doing the chores.

"We are going to look after you like you asked but we can't all be here all the time so what will happen is that one of us will supervise you each day, and you have to do whatever you are told by that person or else we'll all punish you, like we did earlier, only harder. Do you understand?"

I said I did, which of course I did, given that it was my idea in the first place. That wasn't the case with the next things he said though.

"As for nighttime we've worked out a way around that, as no one is going to be able to watch you all night we are just going to have to do something to make sure that you are unable to touch yourself."

This was getting better and better as far as I was concerned as not only were they going to order me about, and spank me but clearly they were going to tie me up all night as well. That though wasn't what they meant. At least not exactly as Vik not only explained but showed me.

"TO make sure you can't play with yourself at night you are going to wear a nappy."

"A WHAT?" I blurted, as that was the last thing I expected. Well I'd never even thought about it. After all they don't make nappies big enough for a thirteen year old. Not even a smaller than average one like me. Do they?

"My mum works at the hospital for special kids and I've already asked her to get me some, for you."

That called for me to do some more blurting: "You told your mum?"

"Not about your... erm... problem." Vik smiled, his eyes glancing down, "Just that you needed some nappies. She probably just thinks you're wetting the bed or something, so there's nothing to worry about."

Well that was easy for him to say, as he wasn't the one being labeled as a teenaged bedwetter by a health worker, alebit one I didn't really know. Still Vik's mum knew Jake's Mum who of course knew my mum, and you know what mum's are like for gosspiping about their kids, so there was still a great chance that my mum would find out. On the other hand, I'd get to know what it was like to wear a nappy, which had to be the most humiliating thing that could happen to a kid. So it wasn't all bad.

"Also," continued Vik when it was clear I didn't have any more objections, "So you don't just take your nappy off during the night we've got something worked out so you won't be able to. In the meantime I've had a read of my mum's medical books so I now know that a boy your age can get a stiff at any time, of he doesn't get controlled release, so we'll be doing some of that, but of course, the old rule still stands that if you get a stiff you'll get a spanking. Understand?"

I did but all the same he made me repeat it all back to him which oddly made me blush more than when he was saying it to me.

"Good now come over here so I can inspect you've not damaged yourself, with everything that you've been doing."

My legs went all trembly as I stepped over to Vik, where I found myself between his opened legs, with my hands still behind my back, only too aware that my underwear area was now right in front of his face. Which turned out to be just what he wanted.

Leaning forward, Vik proceeded to thoroughly inspect me in the most intimate areas. Not only that he didn't just look with his eyes either, but would on occasion use his pointed finger to push my willy to one side or the other, or to probe at my nuts, making them swing in their little sac. He even called over the other boys to have a look, so it's no real surprise that it wasn't long before my willy was once more standing up and taking the salute.

"Sorry!" I mumbled although I was anything but sorry.

"That's okay." Vik's voice was strangely soothing, as was his fingers which were now slowly stroking up and down on my stiffness, whilst still giving the occasional probe to my nuts beneath.

At thirteen there was no way I was going to be able to stop what was about to happen, especially given the amount of my dreams that had already come true that day, so it was only a few seconds before my entire body was racked with a jolt as I came in a way that was still rather more dry than wet.

"Can I try that?" Nathan asked while I was still recovering, not that he waited for anyone to say anything as he just reached out and started to stroke my still stiff willy.

Within a matter of minutes I was jolting all over again, much to the younger boy's marvel.

Of course then Dean wanted a go as did my own brother, and by the time they were done I wasn't able to stand up anymore, ending up on the floor with a slightly sore willy, but having loved every minute of it.

It wasn't the first time I'd had several wanks in a row – I was thirteen after all – and neither was it the first time that another boy had done it to me, but to have several of them do it in turn, one after the other that was something else completely. It was brilliant

It took me some time to get over all that willy stuff, and thankfully the boys let sit on the sofar for a bit while we did normal stuff, even though I was naked. Something that none of us seemed to realise until Dean's parents came to see if he needed picking up.

Being good friends of my Aunt and Uncle the O'Malley's didn't need to ring the doorbell or be asked to come in. They just walked right on in to the house,where I was sitting between their son and my brother, still totally and utterly naked.

"What are you kids up to with Jonathan now?" Mr O'Malley laughed as I pulled a cushion into my lap.

"Nothing!" replied Dean, which no doubt was his answer whenever his parents asked what he was doing.

His mum wasn't buying it though. "You're not picking on Jonathan are you boys?"

"No Mrs' O'Malley," assured Vik, "We're just playing a game that was Jonathon's idea."

Dean's mum looked at me in the way mother's have, as she asked, "Is that true dear!"

Thankfully I didn't have to lie, as it was my idea. NOt the being naked in front of her and her husband part, I'll admit, but everything else had been. Anyway, it seemed to do the trick as a second later Mr. O'Malley was telling her to 'leave the boys to their game' and they left totally forgetting to take Dean with them.

The instant the front door shut, the cubs burst into giggles that were so infectious that I had little option but to join in as we recalled the look of the adult's faces when they walked in. Not to mention my face as I was caught with my willy out.

The rest of the evening went without anything happening. Having learnt from our mistake with the O'Malley's I put my shorts on before my Aunt and Uncle came home, so things would look somewhat more normal although I was asked why I kept shifting on my chair while we eat supper that night. The reason being that the hard wooden kitchen chairs weren't as kind on my well spanked bum, as the sofa had been, but of course I didn't say that, and just tried to sit still instead.

Night time came around really quickly, or so it seemed anyway, with the first sign being when Vik returned to the house, having nipped to his own for his own dinner. With him he bought a large bag that he told my Aunt was for me, so he was able to take it up to my bedroom, where I was soon to discover just what it was. Nappies.

"Put a towel on the bed, so we don't make a mess." Vik instructed the others while I just stood there staring at all the stuff he'd bought, not entirely sure what I'd started was a good idea any more. I mean there was just so much off it. Not just nappies either, but a couple of pots of stuff, a pack of wipes, and some other stuff that I hadn't even been able to get a proper look at yet, cos the others were standing in the way.

The biggest towel I'd even seen, was laid out on the foot my bed, or rather my mattress as the bed covers had been pulled right back as this would apparently make things easier. I was then told to lay down on it which I did, just like I was going to bed, only I was naked and there were loads of other boys in the room. ONly that wasn't the right thing to do.

"move to the end, with your bum near the edge, with your feet hanging over the side." Vik told me, and then showed me when I didn't quite get what he wanted. His knees nudging mine apart until he was stood between them which naturally put in him a position right next to my stuff.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" asked someone – I think it was Dean but it might have been Jake – which was handy cos that was exactly what I was thinking, only I wasn't sure I was allowed to ask.

"Yeah, I've done this loads of times with the kids in Mum's care."

"But Jonathon's bigger than a baby." That time I knew it was Jake who spoke as he'd moved more to the side so I could see him.

"Mum doesn't only do this stuff to babies. Why do you think stuff big enough for this?"

There was no real answer to give to that, as it did sort of explain things, and was just what I'd heard my Aunt and Uncle talking about a couple of visits one time when Mrs. Telkenov – that's Vik's mum obviously – had come to pick him up in her work truck.

"Right then here's what you've got to do first." Vik announced just like he was a teacher giving a leasson which I guess he was, only I don't think Nathan had quite realised that.

"What? You mean we're going to have to do this as well?"

"Sure," Vik turned to him, "I won't always be here, will I so somewhat has to do it and we can't trust him to do it on his own can we?"

The eleven year old shrugged without once admitting that he was wrong which is what kids that age do. Vik, being that massive one year older, just turned back to what he was going.

"So, once you've cleaned everything up what you do is grab the tub of baby powder and sprinkle it all over the parts that the nappy is going to cover."

You'll note that Vik said 'sprinkle' there won't you, cos what he actually did was more like take a great big massive white dump between my legs, that raised a mushroom cloud of white dust like my nuts had just been nuked.BUt then things got real personal.

"You have to spread the powder around to make sure that it gets into all the bits and pieces."

The demonstration continued, once Vik had put his fingers into all my bits and pieces, until it looked like I was a ghost from tummy to thighs.

"Now for the nappy." Vik gestured to his sidekick to get the item out of it's protective bag. He then gave a quick guided tour around it, showing the others the sticky tabs that would hold it closed, and the thick absorbant padding that ran from front to back that would do what a nappy had to do.

"How do we get it on him?" asked little Dean who I knew was going to be taking the first shift in looking after me, so had more reason than most to need to know what was going on.

Vik unfolded the nappy until it was laid out flat, at which point it put it on the towel between my bent up legs. "At this point you can pick up the baby's legs and slide the nappy underneath them, or you can get them to raise their bum up whichever is easier."

BOth versions were shown, with Vik surprisingly not even struggling as he picked up my feet by the ankles and put them on his shoulders. This naturally pulled my legs up, and raised my bum from the towel, so he could side half the nappy underneath. He then removed it, put my feet down on the edge of the bed and asked me to raise up my hips at which point he put the nappy back where it had just been.

"Make sure his bum is right in the middle as you don't want any leaks."

The comment was met with wrinkled face of disgust from the two youngest boys in our group, and slight snigger from Nathan, as Vik showed them just where I was meant to be positioned.

"Right, once he's in position you can start to fasten the nappy. You do this by pulling the front part up between his legs, and laying it on top."

This was done, with my thighs being pushed slightly apart to allow the thickly padded cloth to come up between my legs.

"Now, one at a time, bring up the sides onto the front part, and then, pulling them all as tight as you can tape them into place using the first set of tapes. If you think it's not tight enough these tapes can be adjusted, until the nappy is good and tight. Then, when you're ready fasten the second and third sets of tapes which won't come off so easily and will hold the nappy in place."

There it was. I was actually wearing a nappy in the first time in what had to be a good ten years, perhaps even more and let me tell you this it felt really weird. Weird yet good as well. It was tight, in the places where I liked things to be tight, so that was a good thing. Yet at the same time it was really very soft on those same places and that was good too. It was though rather bigger than I thought it would have been. Not all over, but more so between my legs where all that extra padding made it tricky for me to get my legs completely closed, which sort of explains why toddlers always walk they way that they do, with their legs all bowed out. HOwever Vik wasn't finished with me yet.

"Now just case there are any leaks, we have these."

There was the sound of plastic being flapped in the air, which is just what was happening. As Nathan had just given Vik a pair of what looked like fairly ordinary underpants, only these were made of clear plastic and had thick bands of elastic around the leg openings and a sort of belt-like thing around the waist. None of which was that surprising given they were plastic pants.

"These go on like normal pants." Vik explained somewhat unneeded given that he was doing just that while he spoke. Threading first one of my feet into the leg holes and then the other one into the other. From there he just pulled them up my shins, over my knees and across my thighs. It being by the time he got to this stage that I started to feel the elastic bands pull tight on my skin, until they were clearly providing a very effective seal, as the pants were pulled under my upraised bum to my waist.

"Before you do the next bit you have to check that all of the nappy is inside the pants or else you'll get a leak."

The check was carried out in seconds, as it was very easy. All Vik had to do was run his finger around the two leg openings and the waist and push back any of the nappy that was sticking out. Not that any was.

"Now watch this big carefully," he told his audience but I couldn't see anything as there was just too many heads in the way, as Vik fiddled with something at my waist. It not being until I head a very solid sounding CLICK, that I realised what it was. The plastic pants locked.

"That should stop the baby from taking his nappy off without permission but just in case we also have these to put on his hands."

The 'these' in question turned out to be a sort of gloves without fingers called mittens, that had a strap and buckle around the wrist so they wouldn't fall off. However, as I soon found out, that also meant that they were impossible to take off if you didn't have use of your fingers, which in mittens you didn't.

"Make sure the straps are tight, and to tuck in the end bit so he won't be able to pull them out with his teeth." was Vik's final instruction before I was totally secured in my new night time wear which is just how they left me, almost as helpless as a baby.

Why did I say 'almost' there? Well, I may have been wearing a thick nappy and unable to use my hands, with the intension that I couldn't have a wank, but I was thirteen, so I knew there was more than one way to do that particular activity.

Thankfully none of the cubs, bothered to check on me that evening, or else they'd have seen the no doubt hilarious sight of my thickly covered bum ramming itself up and down into my mattress as I rubbed myself off, not once, but twice. In fact I probably could have gone for a third time, but by then my Aunt and Uncle were home and I sure didn't want them coming in to see what I was up to, as that would have totally ruined all the other stuff that was going to happen that summer.

I was woken up the next morning by a small finger poking my shoulder while an equally small voice told me it was time to get up.

Slowly I opened my eyes to find the sun was streaming in the curtain less windows hinting that it was already mid morning and that I'd slept in. Well I must have done given that little Dean O'Malley was already at the house, trying his best to wake me up without, it seems wanting to disturb me, which was sort of sweet.

It was about this moment that I realised everything that had happened hadn't actually been one of the best dreams I'd ever had. The first clue was Dean himself of course. The second being the way my hands were totally useless at getting the remaining sleep out of my eyes due to the mittens strapped over them. But by a long way the biggest clue was the way my legs were forced way apart by the thick nappy and plastic pants I was wearing.

"I've got to see if you're wet." Dean said almost apologetically before he just went right ahead a slipped the same tiny finger that had just been poking me, around the edges of the nappy.

"You seem to be dry," was the verdict delivered a short time later, with a tone that sounded as if Dean actually expected me to have wet myself during the night, and making me almost wish that I had. Almost.

"Okay then I guess you'd best get dressed for breakfast, or shall I take you down in your nappy?"

My face must have been a picture when that was suggested cos Dean just burst out into total little kid giggles which at least let me know he was kidding, even if I did wonder if he was going to be in danger of wetting himself.

Once Dean had calmed down again, he set about getting me out of my nighttime wear, and into something that I could be seen in public wearing. Well sort of anyway. Still, it wasn't as easy as that, as first he had to unlock the plastic pants from around my waist which turned out to be a tricky thing to do, with a lot of staring, muttering, some finger biting until finally there was a click and I felt a looseness around my middle.

I had to lay on the bed – Dean forgot to put a towel down but as I wasn't wet it was okay – and preceded to tug the plastic pants down, over the nappy and then off me, leaving just three red rings on my flesh where the elastic had been biting in. This instantly started to itch, but when I went to scratch he slapped my hands. Not that I felt anything through the mittens of course, but all the same I snatched my hands away in surprise.

"You are not allowed to help me. Vik says so." I was admonished, so all I got to do was lie back and let the kid get on with removing my nappy by untaping it and then pulling the front down between out stretched out legs.

"Stay right there."

I did as I was told, watching from my sideways position as Dean went to the bag that had been left to retrieve the box of wipes, with which he returned to his place and started to clean up around my willy and nuts just as if I had wet myself.

Dean worked as carefully as a ten year old can at anything, although he did seem to take a lot of time ensuring that my willy in particular was clean, which naturally gave it's own reaction to what was going on which once more made Dean giggle, if instantly stop what he was doing leaving me all stiff and frustrated yet still wearing the mittens so I couldn't do anything about it myself.

"I've bought you some clothes to wear." Dean moved from the bed, going to a bad he'd dumped on my chair from where he found the smallest pair of briefs I'd ever seen, in the brightest of bright reds you could have imagined.

These briefs were no doubt once Dean's own, and weren't the greatest fit once he'd pulled them up to my middle with what felt like half my bum hanging out the back, while the front pouch only just about managed to keep everything it was meant to in check. It certainly didn't hide anything, that much was clear.

"Here's your shirt!"

I put my arms out as I was instructed allowing Dean to put them through the sleeves of a sleeveless t-shirt (if that makes sense) and then tug it down to my stomach, but not, my waist, as it barely made it to my belly button, and was, rather on the tight side, actually pinching slightly under my arms. All the same I rather liked it, especially the Thomas The Tank Engine picture on the front, which was admittedly rather childish, but cool all the same.

Trousers were next. Well not trousers of course as the sort of little kids that wear Thomas t-shirts don't wear them, and neither did I. Instead, what I got was a pair of Dean's old play shorts which would have probably have been rather baggy on him a few years earlier but were dead tight on my. They'd clearly once been pure white, but little kid clothes don't stay white for long, and these were no exception as they were now a sort of cream colour that although darker than they'd originally been, didn't hide the bright red of the briefs I was wearing underneath.

"There that's you dressed. What do you think?"

"It's okay!" I shrugged not giving away the slightest hint of what I actually thought which was that the clothes were brilliant at the one thing I wanted. Making me look younger.

Satisfied that his first tasks were over Dean was about to leave when I reminded him about a couple of things that he seemed to have forgotten. Namely the mittens and shoes.

"You don't need shoes!" he said although he did unbuckle the mittens, which was something of a relief to my poor cramped hands.

Downstairs there were no adults present, as usual but Jake was sitting at the table, when we arrived finishing off his breakfast. "What's that about?" he pointed directly at me. Or at the front of my shorts anyway, where my willy was still doing it's stiffness thing.

"Oh I did that, when I was washing him." Dean shrugged like it was nothing, which it probably wasn't to him. To me, it was going to drive me potty all day.

"Whatever," Jake shrugged, "It's your day, you know what to do." and with that my cousin just got up from the table and left, leaving his breakfast stuff right there, on the table, totally against his mum's standing instructions.

I had to get my own breakfast, but I was used to that, and while I did Dean looked over the list of chores that my uncle regularly put on the fridge but which never got done. Today though was going to be different as I soon found out.

"Mow the lawns, and do the bins. You can do all of that, and then after lunch you can do my chores at my house. Come on hurry up."

The house, like all the others in the village was set well back from the road with a high hedge separating it from anyone who happened to drive by – not that anyone would – so I didn't think anything of going out into the garden in the juvenile clothing I was wearing. In fact I got a thrill from doing it that cause my willy to stay stiff as I pushed my Uncle's old mower up and down.

For a good hour I went back and forth across the front lawn, and then did the same on the back one, before putting the mower away and getting down to the tricker part of the operation which was to trim the grass around the flag stones that formed paths from house to the front gate, the washing line and a few other places. This had to be done by hand, with a pair of sheers that involved a lot of bending over, or kneeling down. Both actions prompting the little shorts to fail to stretch right across my bum, always leaving either the top of my crack showing, or if I pulled them up then the bottom parts of my bottom on show.

"You'd best be careful you don't get sun burnt on your white bits." Dean joked. whenever that happened. Seemingly never getting tired of the same joke no matter how often he got to say it.

By the time I'd finished in the garden it was getting on for lunch time, if not actually past it by then given I'd had a later start that normal. Still before I could eat Dean decided that I needed a bath. OR perhaps he just remembered that I hadn't had one that morning. Still it's also likely that being ten, he considered a rub down with a wet wipe was a bath. Whatever it was, given that I was quite sweaty by this time it wasn't such a bad idea.

I had to run the water for my bath, but that was all I was allowed to do as from the point I was actually in the water Dean took over actually washing me, starting with my hair, face torso and arms, all of which were rushed through before he told me to stand up, and I knew just what was coming next.

Clearly Dean enjoyed washing my middle part more than anything else as he spent three times as long doing it and totally forgot to clean my legs and feet completely. Instead he went to work, washing my from parts with one hand and my bum with the other.

Of course it wasn't long before he was holding my stiffy in his slippy left hand, but what was a surprise was what his equally soapy right hand was doing probing around my crack, sliding up and down so far that he often pushed on my nuts from the back before he returned to where he'd started.

Then, on one of those long sliding trips, his prodding, poking finger went right into my bum hole and I very nearly jumped right out of the tub, if not the bathroom window. Fact is, if he hadn't been holding my willy at the same time then that's probably exactly what I would have done. As it was all I could do was let out a large moan as my willy twitched away in his hand.

"Does that hurt?" Dean asked, with a mixture of worry, and disbelief in his voice. Neither of which appeared to cause him to remove his finger from my hole. Instead he just moved it in and out, until I moaned again at which point he repeated the question.

"No. Doesn't hurt." I gasped.

His head tilted slighty to one side as if my answer had confused him. "What's it like then?"

"Sort of strange." was all I could come up with which it was as no one else's finger had been in my bum before. That's not to say that no finger had, but I wasn't about to tell Dean that as he had more than enough questions for me already.

"So you liked it then?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh, so I'd best not do it anymore then." he said and that was that. It was over. His finger was out of my bum, and it was back to the job at hand, which clearly wasn't giving me a wank, as the next second I was being doused in cold rinsing water, which totally ruined the moment.

The bath soon ended with Dean drying me off and then re-dressing me in the same clothes I'd taken off which rather ruined the point of my having a bath in the first place. Well it did if that point had been to get me clean which as things turned out, it hadn't been. Not in the slightest.

Anyway, once I was dressed again, it was back down to the kitchen where I got to fix both Dean and me some lunch before we headed of to his house so I could do his chores.

The O'Malley's didn't live that far way – well no one local lived that far away – so it was easy enough to walk there, although I did get Dean to allow me to put on some shoes first.

Thankfully Dean's house was every bit as empty as my own so there was no one there to watch me carry out the ten year old's chores for him, while he sat on the sofa reading a comic. Of course ten year old's don't have many chores so once I'd rediscovered the carpet in his bedroom, and found homes for all the stuff that had been covering it, I was pretty much done and could return to the living room for what turned out to question time.

"So what makes you go like that?"

The question took me totally by surprise, just as did the small finger that pointed directly at the centre of the tiny shorts I was wearing which was once more highlighted by a tent from inside.

THis wasn't something any boy my age, would have wanted to answer, even if he did actually know what to say, but given the situation I was in, and just where I wanted it go in the future I didn't see any point in being anything but honest.

"Anything. Everything."

"Really?" Dean's eyebrows raised. "It's not just you being a naughty little boy then!"

I smiled. "Well that too."

Dean sulked back but not due to my joke, but more to do with the way I'd just walked right into the trap he'd laid for me. "In that case you have to be punished."

Putting his comic aside, he patted his lap, but he needn't have bothered as I'd already worked out what he was going to do, and was rather looking forward to my first spanking of the day.

QUickly I was in position, so that my bum was centred over Dean's legs, so he could give me a lecture that had very little to do with anything I'd done but which had probably come directly from his parents, and which was followed by a couple of dozen spanks on the seats of my shorts.

It was perhaps the lightest spanking I'd ever had, being a lot more playful that the ones the previous day had been, but all the same I rather enjoyed. As did Dean judging by the amount of giggling he did, but then I doubt it's every day he got to spank a teenager. Or at least it hadn't been.

When the spanking was over, my bum was tingling nicely but wasn't really sore or even stinging in the way I would have preferred but there was no time for me to provoke Dean into giving me more of what I wanted as we had to get back to my Uncle's house before Dean's parents came home and caught me in a compromising position for the second time in two days.

Jake was back at the kitchen table when Dean and I got back, but he didn't speak to me, instead addressing his remarks directly to his little mate. "How was he today?"

"Good. He did everything just like Vik said he would."

An eyebrow that shared some of my DNA was raised at that, but no further words were said, at least on that subject. Instead, Jake told me I was making dinner for everyone that night and that I'd better get started if it was going to be ready on time.

I should probably point that that I wasn't a bad cook at the age of thirteen. I couldn't do anything fancy but then I never had any call to, but what I could do was certainly edible, and oddly much better than anything the cubs themselves could come up with as seemingly scouts don't teach you to do anything but cook on an open fire, which is odd.

Anyway, I set about throwing something together to feed four people, and was still doing that when my Aunt and Uncle came home.

"Why's Jonathan dressed like that?" wasn't a totally unreasonable question from Jake's dad, given that I was wearing clothes that were not only several years too young for me, but a handful of sizes too small as well.

I opened my mouth to say something when Jake gave what turned out to be the official version he and the other cubs had come up with. "Jonathon's clothes got ruined in the washing machine so he's borrowed some of ours until he goes home."

"Wouldn't he be better getting some new stuff?" asked my Aunt addressing the question at her son rather than me, even though I was stood right there.

"He doesn't want to put anyone out and anyway he doesn't mind." answered Jake, before prompting Dean for what was clearly a rehearsed line as it didn't really flow into the conversation.

"He looks cute too."

Both the adults turned to look at me. Their eyes travelling up and down my body, no doubt taking in the long length of my exposed limbs, my once more bare feet, the inch wide strip of bare tummy and back that could be seen between my clothes and of course the clothes themselves. The Thomas the Tank Engine t-shirt and the cream shorts that hugged my body, and showed off the small red briefs I had underneath them and which showed off the roundness of my bum but not, thankfully my willy which for once was laying dormant across the top of my nuts.

"Well, as long as Jonathon's happy?" shrugged my Uncle, before asking when dinner was ready.

And that was about it for my first day being bossed about by the cubs. I finished dinner, served it up and everyone liked it, or at least eat it, then I did the washing up with Jake pretending to help – him mum made him – but not actually doing anything.

Before long, it was time for bed, at which point Dean led me into the bathroom for a quick wee and more, before he put me back into the nappy and locked on the plastic pants along with the mittens, but without doing quite so much 'cleaning' of my willy as he had before, no doubt due to Jake standing there watching.

The lights eventually went out in my room, just after eight, which was a lot earlier than usual but Dean had to get home, and anyway, that's about the time little boys like me are meant to go to sleep. Not that I actually went to sleep for some time of course, as there was a great deal of mattress humping that I was going to do, before I could even think about that.

The next morning I was woken up a load more sharply than I had been with Dean. There was no poking and prodding to see if I was awake just a great big shove, and some shouting which was more than enough along with the sudden removal of my bed clothes to get me back into the land of the living.

It still took my eyes a few seconds to get into focus before I got to see a seemingly annoyed Nathan Ryan standing over my bed with his hands on his hips, once more repeating his demand that I get out of bed. ANd quick.

"Where's Jake?" I asked him, which would have seemed to be a logical question given that my cousin was meant to be looking after me that morning. However I soon found out that this was something of a touchy subject.

"I'll tell you where he is." Nathan came close to spitting out, "He's swapped with me so he can have some fun which I'm going to do as soon as you are out of bed, so get a move on."

This really didn't sound like a great way to start me day, as I'd been looking forward to leading Jake into doing some more stuff with me, but as it was I was as much stuck with Nathan as he was with me. Still, I'd just have to make the most of it. Wouldn't I?

"Come on!" Nathan repeated, only this time he didn't just use his voice, as the bright red impression of an eleven year old hand that quickly appeared on my right thigh could testify too. Not that Nathan hung around long enough to see what he was doing to my leg.

"We're going to the bathroom to clean you up cos there ain't no way I'm touching your wet nappy."

This was news to me as I didn't know I'd wet myself during the night. It certainly didn't feel like I'd done that, yet as Nathan so delighted in pointing out, the wetness strip that ran around the front of the nappy certainly seemed to imply that I had, and Nathan just wasn't taking any chances. Still, I managed to get my defence in early.

"It's not my fault. I'm not allowed to get out of bed at night and can't take the plastic pants off even if I could."

My keeper for the day wasn't listening. Instead he just gave my heavily padded bum a swot with his hand, in order to propel me towards the bathroom, where I was told to step into the bath tub, before he even thought about removing my night time protection.

Turns out I was right. I hadn't wet myself. At least not in the usual sense. Oddly though Nathan seemed strangely disappointed that the plastic pants weren't awash with wee, and were instead totally dry as it fell down to my ankles. Likewise the nappy itself didn't appear to be all that soaked either, and nowhere was there any of the yellow staining of the padding that I would have expected. What there was though was a slightly sticky bit right in the crotch, but this didn't really get much attention as Nathan was already moving on to the next stage of his operation.

Picking up the detachable shower extension, Nathan leaned over the bath to work the taps, staying there until he had a good spray going, at which point he aimed it directly at my bum, and boy was it cold.

The instant the water touched me I danced forward trying to get away from it, but there was no where I could go. The bath tub had walls on three sides, and Nathan was blocking the other, so I just had to take it. ALl the same he grabbed me by the forearm and held me steady as the water moved from my bum to between my legs and then up between them.

Naturally the moment the cold water hit my nuts, I was off dancing once more. Well not so much dancing as there wasn't the room for that, but just stepping from side to side, or front to back as much as the space in the bath would allow. All the while Nathan just continued strapping me up and down the crack of my bum and all around my tackle until there wasn't much left to spray. The cold water having forced everything to hide itself within the warmth of my body giving me the appearance of, as Nathan put it, "A tiny toddler."

My cleansing wasn't done with just the spray, as soon Nathan had a wash cloth on his hand and was rubbing me down all over, in a somewhat brisk and rough way, before again rinsing me with water that if anything felt even colder than the first time.

An encounter with a hand towel followed, before I was sent back to my room still more wet than dry, with a verbal warning of just what was to come. "You are going to pay for wetting yourself."

When we got back to my room, that is exactly what happened. Nathan took me by one arm, while he sat himself on the end of my bed, and then pulled me down across his lap.

It all happened so fast I had little realisation of what was going on, and by the time I did he already had some sort of hammer lock my right arm, and his leg tucked over both of mine so that I was totally trapped as he started to spank me.

This was nothing like the taps Dean had given me the day before. This was a full on spanking, with Nathan putting his full strength into each and every one and while I have no idea just how many there were, it sure felt like hundreds if not thousands had fallen on my bum before he was done.

The spanking wasn't over until Nathan got tired, or perhaps his hand was sore, cos I know that my bum was, which is why I was crying the way that I was. This taught me a good lesson though. Well two if you count not pissing Nathan off, but the other was that getting spanked when you're wet stings a lot more than when you're dry.

"Stand up and put your hands on your head." I was told when I was finally released, with a shove that sent me onto the floor. Hence the need to stand up obviously.

When I was back on my feet, Nathan gave me a good looking over. He told me to turn around a few times before announcing his verdict of what I looked like. None of which was totally news to me as I already knew I was less developed than quite a lot of my peers, not having any hair on my body, other than a touch of peach fuzz here and there which tended to make me look rather younger than I actually was. Of course, having my tackle retreat into my body didn't really help that either so Nathan was probably right that, just then, totally naked as I was, I did look younger than he was.

When he was done making fun of my nude body – something that I found actually turned me on so much that it's a good job my willy was so cold or else I'd have been making flag posts – Nathan told me to go get dressed and come down for breakfast.

It was only after Nathan left and I went to rub my sore, and very red bum, that I realised he'd left the mittens on my hands. Mind you I wasn't about to call him back up or attempt to go downstairs naked so he could do it down there as I had no idea who might be down in the kitchen. So I just made the best attempt I could.

Getting dressed without using your fingers or thumbs – which is what I had to do – really ain't that easy as you can't grip nothing which makes putting on anything tight next to impossible as I found out after a few minutes of fighting with my underwear. A shirt was also out of the question which just left with the option of the same of the old pair of Dean's play shorts which at least made me mostly decent.

"What kept you?" demanded Nathan, although judging by the grin on his face he had a pretty good idea what had.

I was surprised to find that he'd already prepared my breakfast for me, and that a bowl of cereal was waiting for me on the kitchen table. Shame was that he had added the milk before he'd woken me up so by the time I got there, it was just a bowl of mush.

"Eat up." he smiled, as I pulled out a chair with my mitten covered hands, and sat down only to jump back up again, as he'd removed the cushion from it and the hard, bare wood had come as a shock to my bare bottom.

"Sit down and eat your breakfast!"

This time I wasn't going to give Nathan the pleasure of seeing me do anything but what he told me, but knowing that it was going to be sore I took my time in sitting on the chair and then moving it under the table. However there was nothing I could do about the main problem I had. How was I going to operate a spoon with mittens on.

The answer to that was easy. I wasn't going to. Nathan was.

Yes, that's right. He fed me.

Of course he could have taken the mittens off and let me do it myself, but he seemed to much more enjoy treating me like a toddler, shoving spoonful after spoonful of the cold mush into my mouth, giving me only a few seconds to swallow it before he did it all over again, until the bowl was empty.

"Good now that's out of the way you can get on with your chores." he told me getting up and heading to the living room from where I soon heard the sound of the television as he just left me too it.

Thankfully the list was short that day, and turned out to be completely filled with things for which I didn't need to use me fingers. If I had to pick anything up, like the kitchen stuff, I had to use both hands and make like one of those seas side crane machines, clamping the thing between my hands, before I could carry it anyway. Things took a bit longer but that was okay, as there was no rush.

The kitchen floor needed a good mopping and I did that, wangling the mop between my mittens back and forth. It was actually something of a challenge to learn to do things without my hands. The odd things being that cos of that, I probably ended up doing a better job than I otherwise would have done. But then life's odd like that, ain't it.

ANyway, after the kitchen, my bedroom was on the list, as was the bathroom – these two turning up on the list pretty much every day – but as I'd not spent much time in either, neither took all that long to do, so it was just a bit before lunch that I was reporting back to see what he had in store for me next.

"There's something you can do for me." he smiled, as if he'd been waiting for this. "You can help me with my knots."

"You knots?" I asked, already having a good idea what he'd meant given that I'd been there before.

"Yeah, sure, for cubs."

That probably wouldn't have explained anything to anyone else but it did to me. Well that and the well worn little bag that he took out from beside the sofa where it 'just happened' to have been sitting. It was a bag I recognised from my earlier visits, and something that I always looked forward to seeing which is why instead of asking what he was up to, I just asked how he wanted to do it.

"Put your hands behind your back." he said.

I did as I was told. Turning my back and waiting for a few seconds while nothing happened until I felt a piece of rope being pushed between my wrists and then bringing it back out again. This was repeated several times until there was a tugging on the rope and the bonds suddenly tightened.

"Okay?" Nathan asked as I gasped.

"Yeah, it's tighter than I remembered it."

"Well I've been practising." he laughed, adding something about going up several layers in his rope tying badges, that I didn't quite follow.

While he explained the difference between the various badges Nathan bent down and repeated the process he'd carried out on my wrists to my ankles until they too were tightly drawn together with several knots being tied on top of each other in a way that was going to make it really tricky to untie, even if I could use my fingers.

"Are you finished?" I asked when he stepped back for a moment in what turned out to be a tease.

He hadn't as soon there was rope being tied to my right upper arm which was then taken across to my left arm, until the two of them were being pulled tightly together, or at least as together as they could go seeing as all this was happening behind my back. He still wasn't done though.

Knelling in front of me, Nathan wound another length of rope around my thighs, just above the knees. As before, this was clinched to make the binding nice and tight before the two ends were fastened together, underneath where I wouldn't be able to get to them, even with my teeth.

"Right that should hold you until lunch time." announced Nathan when he was finished, sitting himself back on the sofa, and turning his attention back to the TV.

For a moment I didn't know what to do. Or rather I didn't know just what I could do. Clearly I couldn't go anywhere as me feet were bound together making walking, impossible. I didn't dare hope in case I fell over. However there was the other sofa just to my right so I figured that I could sit on that. Or rather I could fall onto that, and not hurt myself, which is just what I did.

It wasn't the most dignified or graceful fall, but it did the job, and although I landed a bit sideways it was comfortable, in a sort of way and as a bonus I could see the TV.

I lay on my side, with my feet hanging off the sofa, trying to concentrate on what was on TV while all the time being only too aware that my willy had finally started to warm up and was beginning to make its opinions on just hoe helpless I was known in the front of the shorts. However there was nothing I could do with that, what with my hands in mittens and tied behind my back. Plus having a hump couldn't be done either, as I was in the wrong position for that, not to mention Nathan was sitting a few feet away, and clearly he wouldn't allow that, so I just had to put up with it, which was both fun and wasn't.

"How are you getting on?" my pint sized capture asked during an advert break nearly an hour after he'd tied me up.

Now, despite everything that had gone on I still had some of my teenage pride so I wasn't about to tell him just how helpless I felt, or that I was totally stuck the way he'd tied me up which of course he took to mean that I was happy the way I was. So he left me like that and started watching another show.

Off thing was, that I wasn't totally unhappy about this, as amongst all the other things I loved about being bullied and bossed about my younger kids, being tied up was one of my favourites.

It couldn't go on forever though as lunch time was no longer approaching but had already been and gone so by the time Nathan and I got around to it, it was more of an afternoon snack than anything else. Still it was a relief to be untied and finally stretch out my limbs which had become somewhat cramped during the near three hours I'd been tied up.

The meal itself wasn't much to write about so I won't bother. Just to say that once more I had to sit on the hard wooden kitchen chair, but at least I could use my hands this time, so didn't need to be fed, or water as I could do all that myself, even though I still had the mittens on.

I needed to go for wee by that time. Well actually I needed to while I was still tied up but thankfully at the age of thirteen had a bladder that could go on forever. Of course I wasn't allowed to go on my own, so Nathan took me upstairs, stood me in front of the bowl and was about to get my willy out when he noticed just how much I'd enjoyed being tied up.

"Your shorts are wet!" he shrieked pulling his hand back, and rinsing it under the tap, like I was toxic or something, which is odd considering the things he'd be doing later that afternoon.

"You're going to have to be punished for that." I wasn't really surprised to hear. That though was for later, as there was still the matter of my wee to be taken care off. This was done in the old fashioned way, by my shorts being pulled all the way to my ankles and left there, while I did what I had to do, aiming without the use of my hands, or anybody else's hands for that matter. Nathan issued a dire warning of what would happen if my aim was off but thankfully this was something I'd practised for years, so although mum hadn't always been pleased with me, Nathan was and we left the bathroom.

We didn't go back downstairs but instead went into my bedroom, where the meaning of the few items Nathan had bought with him from the bathroom would soon be explained.

A towel was laid out on my bed and for a moment I thought he was going to put another nappy on me, especially when he told me to lay down on it on my back, but it wasn't a nappy he had with him, but a large hairbrush and bottle of baby lotion. The use of one of these items I guessed right away, while I only right about one of the uses of the other.

"Vik says that I've got to do this if you wet yourself." was Nathan's explanation as he started spreading the lotion over the area that would normally be covered by my nappy, and started to massage it in.

Naturally, as soon as he came into contact with me there, my body did the only thing that it was ever going to do and in a split second I had a stiffy.

"Well that's naughty!"

The words could have sounded like a rep remained but given the joky way Nathan said them that's not how I took especially when he seemed to take great delight in flicking my stiffy around for a few moments, even though he'd refused to touch it a little while earlier.

"Okay up on your hands and knees, open your legs and keep your bum up."

It didn't take a genius to work out what all that was about, as it was a classic spanking position, and clearly Nathan was someone who liked to spank, although that's not exactly what happened.

Once I'd turned over, Nathan went right back to what he was doing. Not spanking my bum, but playing with my willy. His hand grasped around it, moving the skin up and down, with the aid of the baby oil. However that wasn't all he was doing.

While his left hand was busy working underneath me, Nathsn's right was doing it's own thing, on my bum. Once more, he wasn't spanking it, but he sure was probing around, until he did exactly what Dean had done the day before and slipped a finger right up inside me.

A second later, a shudder went right through me from the tips of my toes right up to the end of the longest hair on my head, yet was completely centred around my bum and my willy along with whatever it was that connected them in inside my body.

the next thing I knew I was laying flat on my bed, with Nathan's finger still stuck up my bum while the hairbrush made it's presence felt in two quick sharp blows on each of my buttocks.

"Get up. We're not done yet."

Panicking like I'd just done a thousand marathons, I struggled back into the same position from which I'd just collapsed from, while Nathan explained the brushes secondary use.

"Dean told me what he did yesterday." he said, which wasn't what I wanted to hear. Darn those cubs and all their honest stuff. "So I wondered what else you'd like up there."

Okay so he didn't really explain the use of the brush then, I was getting ahead of myself. In fact I don't think he explained it in words at all. Not that I'd have been listening by the time he got around to using it anyway.

The eager young left hand returned to my willy, soon getting that back into the same state it had been in a second before, while the right hand just continued doing what it had been. Fingering my bum.

Occasionally the hand would leave my willy, but only so it could apply more of the slippy baby lotion to Nathan's other fingers, which would push it up inside me until eventually I could take not just one but two of his fingers inside. Quickly followed by three, and then something else.

The rounded end of the hairbrush, was pressed against the vacated hole, and slowly inserted. It felt huge compared to the fingers it was replacing, making me loudly moan as it slipped further and further up inside me until I could feel the start of the bristles brushing – no pun intended – against my bottom.

At this point it wasn't just me that was moaning although mine were in pleasure Nathan's were more in irritation and were punctuated by the words, "Vik was right!" although right about what I wasn't going to find out about until the following day. In the meantime there was something I had to do. Again.

Once it had been fully inserted into my bum the hairbrush handle was slowly removed once more, only to be put back in straight away. This being a theme that was then continued, while I very quickly went cross eyed, whenever it touched that spot that seemed to be directly connected to my willy.

It only took a few minutes of the round handle going in and out of my bum before wave after wave of electric jolts were jerking right through my body as I climax not just once more but at least twice and perhaps even three or four times, in quick succession, that left me a jabbering wreck on my bed,

When I woke up some time later – again I'm not sure just how much later – I was still on my bed and the brush was still buried up my bum, but everything else had been cleared up.

The rest of the evening went pretty much without incident. At least once I'd got the brush out my bum anyway. I got dressed in the Thomas the tank engine shirt and the same shorts as before. The mittens were finally removed, and everything pretty much felt normal, but for the ache in my bum obviously, that continued while Nathan and I just watched some more TV until Jake came home with his parents.

Nathan went home then, leaving me to have a family meal, that was so ordinary I won't even bother telling you about it. Once it was over, I did the washing up as it was on my chores list, which seemed to impress my Aunt no end. Mind you the thing that impressed Jake more was how the redness of my spanked bum showed through the word material of the shorts. Odd thing though, neither AUnt or Uncle mentioned it, even though they must have noticed. Still it wasn't like I was going to spend to much time thinking about that, as I had more than enough to think about already.

At the end of the day it was my cousin who took me up to bed, put me in my nappy, locked the plastic pants on, and buckled the mittens back on my hands, allowing me to fall asleep pretty much before my head touched the pillow. After all it had been an exhausting day.

Everything seemed normal the following morning. Well normal for what was going on anyway. Vik was waiting for me to wake up, saying nothing as he got me out of the nappy and into the bathroom to take care of everything that had to be done there. The nappy was dry as I'd been too warn out to do any mattress humping the night before, yet all the same, Vik insisted on giving me a complete bath up to and including washing my hair. He even shampooed and rinsed it twice, all of which took forever to do. But there was a reason for that as I discovered when we returned to my room.

Crossing the hall from the bathroom the first thing I noticed was that my room was open. I don't mean that the door was open. The room was, as the door was completely gone. So for that matter were the thick curtains that had previous covered the two large windows in the room. Even the bedclothes were gone leaving just a single sheet covering the mattress and a pillow.

"Things are about to change." Vik said from behind me, "Sit on your bed with your hands on your head and don't you dare more until we call for you."

For the next hour I just sat there wondering what the heck was going on. I could hear young voices downstairs, and heard a bit of banging about. Occasionally someone would walk passed my room, and look in, no doubt making sure I was where I should be, which I was. I had to be, as without a door, there was no hiding.

Eventually, Vik returned to the room, and told me to follow him down to the living room where I wasn't surprised in the slightest to find all the other cubs waiting for me, sitting once more on the sofas in a semi-circle around a single chair that had been placed in the middle of the living room. However, I knew straight away that this wasn't a spanking chair, as an addition had been made to it, which would have made that difficult if not impossible.

The chair wasn't from the dinning room set, as it had been last time, but was from the desk in the room I was using during that holiday. The chair was old, and somewhat battered which is no doubt why the cubs had got away with making the addition to it that they had done. The seat had been removed, and in it's place was a simple cross work of timber. That though wasn't the startling thing. That was in the middle of the seat where a four inch [10 cm] high peg, that was about an inch and a quarter [3 cm] in diameter, rounded on the top and covered in something glossy was poking up.

"That's your seat!" Vik told me, which wasn't entirely news to me as the penny hadn't entirely dropped yet, and wouldn't do until Vik had escorted me across the room, and I was able to see that the peg was made from some firm yet soft covered in duct tape that no doubt the cubs had made. None of which was particularly shocking as they were always making something or other. No, what was shocking was when I realised that what I'd taken to be a glossy coat on the peg was actually baby oil. Only then did I realise what was going to happen.

"I can't sit on that!" I stammered, to smiles all around.

"Why not?" Vik spoke out, "Clearly you don't mind things being up your bum, as both Dean and Nathan have demonstrated. So you're going to love this."

The cubs were still smiling. Well Nathan not so much, as clearly he hadn't thought I'd have gotten off just as much as I did on having the hairbrush handle stuffed up my bum, but all the same, he was clearly looking forward to what was going to happen next. As was I. Sort off.

Looking at the chair with that thing sticking up from the front of the seat, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to sit on it which I know is weird, but let's face it, after everything else I'd done, or had been done to me, can't really come as a surprise to you. See, I told you it wasn't. All the same I did nothing about it until Vic told me to sit down.

As if I couldn't understand the simple instruction, Vik went so far as to spin me around by the shoulders, so that I was standing in front of the chair. From there I was able to look down between my legs and see the peg waiting for me. From that angle it looked huge when in reality it wasn't really any bigger than the hairbrush handle. So I could do this.

Slowly I lowered myself down until I feel the peg against my bum. The positioning was all wrong so I inched myself forward and back until I could feel the rounded, slippy end press against the entrance to my hole.

I paused there for obvious reason, before lowering myself that little bit down, allowing the peg to ease itself into my hole, and would have carried on doing that, had I not lost my footing at that stage and plunged the rest of the way down in one go.

I ended up sitting flat on the chair, fully impaled on the peg, with the cry that had started in my throat having turned to a hushed gasp even before it had made it out of my mouth. Meanwhile the cubs actually cheered.

"Well that went easier than I expected." admitted Vik, although I can firmly say that was his opinion. Mind was somewhat different. Let me tell you that. Not that anyone asked for my opinion as they already had a lot to talk about especially the changes to the rules governing my behaviour that they'd clearly already agreed on.

"All the old rules are still going to be in place," I was informed, "So one of us will always watch over you to ensure that you don't get up to anything that you shouldn't. That is always why we have removed the door to your room and your curtains as you will not be allowed to hide yourself."

My mouth opened to ask the obvious question but Vik already had it covered.

"Jake's parents have agreed to what we are doing, but of course they don't know the reasons why, unless you want us to tell them that is?"

Yeah right. That's about the total opposite of anything that I wanted, so I let it pass, nodding for Vik to continue.

"Good. We have told all our parents, that you are going to be helping us get our child minding badges, which is true, as like you know cubs cannot lie. Therefore, for the rest of your stay here, you will no longer be treated as a thirteen year old, but will instead be a little boy of whatever age we require for the parts of the badge we are doing."

"That means you're going to be younger than all of us." added Jake as if I hadn't been able to work that out for myself.

"As before," continued Vik, "You will do any task you are given without complaint as any of us is going to spank you if you do anything wrong. And I mean anything. At any time. No matter who else is there. This is allowed under the rules of the child minding badges."

I doubted that last bit was true, but wasn't about to challenge it given that so far they hadn't come up with any stuff that I hadn't want to happen in the first place. Well there was one thing.

"It has been proved that a naughty little boy only gets up to mischief when he isn't doing something else, so from now on you are to remain busy at all times. The only exceptions will be when you are in bed – at which time you will be restrained from doing anything you shouldn't as you already have been – but if you need to sit down then you will do so only on the chair you are no using. Understand?"

I did, and couldn't believe my luck, at what was happening.

"Good." Vik nodded, like he knew I would. Which he probably did. "So let's get started with a spanking just so you remember who is in charge."

Getting up from the peg turned Jake and Dean into giggling fools as the chair actually followed me up for nearly two inches [5 cm] as the widest part of the protrusion exited from my bum. Only for it to then thud back down onto the floor with a loud bang that made me jump the rest of the way up to my feet.

The spanking that followed was a replay of the first one only now all the cubs knew what they were doing, and instead of changing places underneath me, I had to get up and move from one to the other as directed.

Between them though all four child sized hands went to work on my bum, covering every part of it from the waist right down to the surprisingly tender part where it met with my legs. By the time they'd finished everything back there was the brightest red, and I feel no shame in admitting that I was really crying from the soreness of it all.

"Okay Jake you know what to do?"

My cousin followed Vik's instructions, leading me from the living room not to the corner as I'd been expecting but right through it, into the hall, and then out of the front door, into the porch where I was told to stand facing the house with my hands on my head, so that my well spanked bum was facing out to the road.

Okay so the road was quite a way away, and it's unlikely anyone would be on the road, let alone that they'd actually look in my direction. Plus if they did, they probably wouldn't be able to see anything due to the distance and the way the porch was built but all the same, I really felt like I was on display as a naughty boy, and those thoughts very nearly started to make me stiffen up. Thankfully I didn't, as I couldn't get it out of my head that my Aunt and Uncle might come home at any minute. Then what would happen.

What actually happened was.... well nothing, as no one came home. No one drove past and no one saw me standing there, other than Jake, of course, who stayed with me nearly all the time. He sat on the front step, chatting away about his day, totally accepting of everything that was going on which could only be a good sign from where I was.

As always I don't know just how long I stood there but it must have been a good couple of hours as the next thing I knew was I was being called in for lunch which naturally I had to make for all the cubs.

It was sandwiches again, as there was no way I was about to go about cooking things while I was naked, but then that's probably what the others were expecting anyway. There was one thing I wasn't expecting and that was for my desk chair to have been moved up to the kitchen table. Complete with the peg.

I said nothing, as the reason was fairly obvious although this time I was a lot more cautious as I lowered myself down on it. I made sure my feet were firmly on the ground and that my hands were ready to catch me should I fall, but it went smoothly and I was soon all the way down on it once more.

The second time around the peg chair was surprisingly comfortable. Sure the peg in my bum took some getting used to, but the upside of the of the seat having been removed was that my still sore bum didn't actually rest on anything. That is why I smiled when it was done. Something that caused all the others to laugh.

All of the cubs had been watching to see what I'd do, which is why I hadn't put on a show, yet all the same they'd found m e lowering myself onto the peg really funny. Especially the younger two, who laughed so hard they nearly sprayed the table with their lunch.

Once everyone was settled though, the rest of lunch went like a normal lunch, so there's nothing to say about that. I did the washing up and clearing up once everything was done. THe floor needed mopping again, due to the spitting laughing thing that had gone on, but at least that was easier now I could use my hands.

When I came out of the kitchen I was a little surprised to find that Nathan and Vik had both left, but I wasn't sure that was a good thing given the way that Jake and Dean were looking at me.

"Let's go up to your bedroom as Dean wants to have a good look." My cousin said which was odd as there really wasn't much stuff to look at in my room, especially not now it had been stripped out. At least there wasn't until I got there.

"Hands on head." I was ordered, and I did it, without realising that this would allow the two younger boys to spend the next ten minutes checking out my tackle.

"Not as big as I thought it was." Dean said, and you can guess what he was talking about.

"His nuts are bigger though." returned Jake although just what they were bigger than, I wasn't too sure. Bigger than theirs I would guess, but then they would be, wouldn't they. I was, after all three years older than they were.

My bum came in for the same sort of attention, with both of them commenting on the pinkness the recent spanking had given it. Dean even saying that it looked like I was wearing a red pair of shorts, before Jake got to touch it and feel how it still felt warm.

That's how things continued for a while with the two lads openly staring at my naked body, whilst making the occasional comments about the size of this, or the shape of that, and that there were only a few stray hairs around my willy which was actually news to me, but still.

"Let's see how well it works." Dean made the suggestion, but my cousin readily agreed, and once more it didn't take a genius to work out what the 'it' was in the conversation especially as 'it' was already starting to stand up.

"He could sit on his chair."

Again it was Dean's suggestion, although Jake did amend that one, but only by suggestion that they couldn't leave the chair downstairs, which meant I had to carry it up to my bedroom, before I could sit on it.

"You'd best put some more slippy stuff on it before you sit on it."

I did as Dead suggested, apply a good deal of baby oil to the clearly home made peg, before gingerly lowering myself on it until I was once more fully seated.

"Comfy?!" Dean asked, and not in a sarcastic way either.

"I guess." I shrugged.

"Good, cos Nathan said they should make different sizes of pegs, both bigger and wider so you don't get too used to them."

"Oh!" was just about all I could say to that although my body showed another, rather more obvious reaction.

"Looks he's got a stiffy again."

Instinctively I put my hands down to cover the new peg that was sticking up but got a sharp smack on the inside of my thigh for my trouble.

"You're not allowed to cover it, remember." little Dean O'Malley reminded me, of my own stupid rule. "Put your hands behind your back!"

I did as I was told and wasn't surprised to find rope being tied around my wrists. This wasn't either or as tightly as Nathan had done it, and I probably could have gotten free had I put my mind to it, but there really didn't seem to be any point. Plus my attention was taken by other things, once Dean had knelt down between my spread legs, his eyes directly level with my willy as he made his next announcement.

"Me and Jake are going to help you with your stiff problem." he said as his hand slid and wrapped itself around my willy which soon found itself being worked firmly up and down.

It only took a couple of minutes, before I was throbbing like mad, and a slit second after that I was going all weird as I came like an express train.

"That's one." announced Jake, like he was keeping score of something.

That something turned out to be the number of times I could come, which turned out to be five times.

It took over an hour by Dean worked like only a cub could making me wonder if he was going for a Wanking badge. NOt that I was thinking much at all most of the time, as I was driven to climax after climax. Each time took that little bit longer, and was slightly less spectacular than the one before it. Every one though caused my body to strain and squirm, in the chair, or at least as much as I could with the peg in my bum, and my hands behind my back.

By the time I was coming for the third time my willy was getting almost as sore as my bum hole was, but Dean just went on, using some of the baby oil to moisten his hand as he worked me up and down the roller coaster until he and Jake were totally satisfied that there was nothing more to be done.

When they were finished, Jake and Dean made notes on what they'd done, before sending me for a shower so I wouldn't be all sweaty when Jake's parents came home. Once that was done, the chair was put away, and I was allowed to dress for the first time that day, just in time for supper, although by then I could barely stay awake and went to bed even earlier that before, totally exhausted.

Jake woke me up the next morning, "Get up Jono, Dean will be here soon."

"Dean again?" I asked, still all blurry eyed.

"Yeah, it was my turn yesterday, Vik is working with him mum so he can borrow some stuff, and Nathan's planning something else, so Dean's swapped over."

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of whatever it was that Nathan could be planning, but I'd just have to worry about that on the day in question. In the meantime I let my cousin, remove my now standard nighttime wear, unlocking the plastic pants, the mittens and removing the nappy, which was once more dry. This latter point seemingly being something that satisfied Jake greatly as he made a note of it.

A quick visit to the toilet took care of that side of business, with Jake holding my willy while I had a wee, but then leaving me to it while I did the more serious stuff, although he did check that I cleaned myself properly after that, which I did before you ask.

When I got back to my bedroom Dead was there waiting for me, but I noted, my desk chair wasn't, as that was downstairs ready for breakfast, with a not so little surprise in store.

The peg had been changed for one slightly taller, and a little bit fatter, about which I had serious doubts which I expressed in a whisper no one was supposed to hear, but which Dean managed to pick up on.

"You can sit on it. Vik's checked will all his mum's medical books and you'd be surprised just how big things you can get up your bum can be." he then went on to explain how the peg was made from some thick doubled over electrical cord which was then wrapped in loads of bits of rags before being taped up. The cable giving it strength while allowing it to remain bendy. The cloths made it solid but soft, while the tape gave it a realistic coating, that wouldn't absorb the lubricant.

All of that surprised me, as clearly the cubs had put a lot of thought into what they were doing. Certainly much more than I'd ever done or else I'd have made me one of these things years ago, and wouldn't have needed them to do it for me in the first place. Mind you even then I'm not sure I'd have made it quite as big.

"You'll have to sit on it anyway," Dean finally told me, "Cos if you don't then I'll have to spank you."

The spanking didn't actually worry me anymore as although they always hurt I'd started to rather like them. Not so much at the time perhaps, but afterwards when my bum had a warm glow about it. Now that was rather nice.

Still, I wasn't one to not give something a go, so I got myself into position above the seat and started to gingerly lower myself onto the peg until the tip pressed it my hole.

I could feel my self being stretched open back there, as the first inch or so went in. There were some moans and groans as yet two more inches went inside, but then I really didn't think I could go any further and stood up with a defiant. "Nope it's too big."

Dean looked at me for a moment then burst into action. Marching towards me he took hold of my arm, and pulled me over to the sofa where in some bizarre twisting motion he was able to both sit down and pull me over his lap at the same time. Then once I was in position he let me have it full force on my bum, spanking away.

It wasn't the hardest spanking I'd had, nor was it the longest although it did sting quite a bit before Dean stopped, some way before I was even in tears.

When the spanking was over, Dean didn't tell me get up. Instead he said he had something that could help me, and got me to re-arrange myself to that my legs were more spread open, with my tackle resting on his leg. Then he reached down the side of the sofa and pulled something out of whatever he had hidden down there.

Suddenly I could heard a low buzzing noise coming from behind me which was followed by something cold pressing into onto and then into my bum hole.

I let out a grunt as the thing was pressed into me, continuing to move forward with a steady pressure, that sent shivers throughout my entire body. These vibrations appeared to loosen me right up, as the thing seemed to slide right inside me with no problem whatsoever.

"It's a vibrator." Dean announced even though I'd not asked. Mind you once he'd told me that, I was a lot more interested as obviously I'd heard of such things, but had never been able to get hold of one which did make me wonder just how a ten year old could have. Thankfully he explained.

"Vik got it from his mum."

Er! Was my thought, although that thought turned out to be wrong as it was apparently a medical thing, rather than a sex toy, although the use was the same as what Dean was now using it for. To loosen up holes.

Dean made good use of the vibrator too, working it in and out of my hole not to mention moving around a fair bit while it was inside me too, until he was satisfied that I was all opened up back there at which point he removed it and hold me to get back on the chair.

Sure enough, the enlarged peg on the chair slid right in and in seconds I was sat down on the chair, wondering what all the fuss had been about.

Pulling up a regular chair beside mine, Dean sat himself down, and we had breakfast in a normal way, if you excuse that I was totally naked with a stinging red bum, sitting on a large peg.

Once the meal was over I was both surprised and disappointed that I didn't have to do the washing up although that did mean I got to stay sitting on the chair, where it soon turned out I was going to be for most of the morning as I'd been set some homework.

This turned out to be Vik's way of keeping me busy. On the table in front of me, Dean put the cub scout code of honour, which I was to read and learn in the next hour. then when the time was up I was too be given a test. Naturally there was literally a sting in the tail.

"For every question you get wrong, you'll get five spanks." Dean informed me before setting me to work.

So I got down to work, while Dean did the washing up himself. When he finished he stood watching me for a bit with his head cocked slightly to one side, as if he was looking after some sort of pet. He didn't say anything although he did allow himself a little bit of a giggle every time I attempted to squirm on the chair, only to be reminded about the peg I was impaled on.

The time for the test came much faster than I was expecting – guess I wasn't very good at judging the time back then – at which point the handbook was taken away from me and in its place was a list of questions that I had to work through.

"Time!" Dean announced a little later, removing the test paper from me, and then opening the handbook flipped to the back where apparently all the answers were. If only I'd thought of looking there.

"That's one." he mumbled as he compared what I'd written to the book. "Two. NO wait three and, four. That's four you got wrong."

"Oh!" I said, adding up the numbers in my head and not really liking the result although it could have been a heck of a lot worse.

"Come on then. Let's get them over with."

Slowly I eased myself off the chair peg and on slightly wobbly legs made my way over to the sofa where once more I found myself bent over the lap of a boy three years younger than I was, for another spanking.

Twenty solid stinging spanks later, and I had tears in my eyes as well as a very red bum.

"Okay, time for lunch then we'll get your chores done."

Nothing much happened as I made sandwiches as usual, and we both eat them standing up which was a great relief to me. Then, Dean had me take the chair back up to my room and cover the peg up – I never did find out how he got the heavy old thing downstairs in the first place, or quite when the peg was changed – then I was allowed to put some clothes as my chores for the day were to take place at his house.

I was dressed once more in the Thomas the Tank Engine t-shirt and the off white shorts as we made our way the short distance to Dean's house, where Mrs. O'Malley was sitting in the kitchen drinking some coffee.

"Hello Jonathan," she smiled at me, "How liking helping the boys out with their badges?"

"Okay, thank you." I replied the same as I always would have done, if slightly more politely which seemed to do the trick, at least until I'd walked passed her with her son following.

"Everything going okay, Dean?"

"Yes Mum, he just needed a little discipline that's all."

I felt a blush growing in my face, as I realised that Mrs. O'Malley had noticed the redness of my recently spanked bum through the thin shorts, and that her ten year old son had just told her that he'd been the one to spank me. Oddly she seemed to accept that as reasonable as she called out after me that I should be a good boy which was more than a little embarrassing, making me blush even worse.

Thankfully the chores – Dean's chores – I was there to do were all out in the garage where the O'Malley's had their washing machine, as it was clothes washing that I was going to be doing. Before I got started though, Dean had another surprise for me.

"Take off your clothes."

"What? Here? What if your mum comes in?"

"She won't." he giggled, "Anyway, she's seen if before, remember."

That was true enough, but not something I wanted to be reminded off. Still, the idea of being naked in someone else's house did appeal to me, as became all too apparent once I'd removed the too small t-shirt and the near see through shorts.

"Wow, I didn't realise doing the washing made you like that too." Dean walked over to me, made a quick grab of my stiff willy, managing to work it a good couple of times before I moved myself out of his reach once more.

A few minutes later and Dean had me working for him doing the laundry. This was something I did at home albeit reluctantly and fully clothed, so I knew what I was doing. That said, the clothing was all different as it was mostly Dean's own which I found rather interesting as clearly he still wore quite a bit of what I would have called little boy clothes, like those he'd dressed me in.

It wasn't long before Dean noticed that I was staring at some of his clothes. "DO you like my undies?" he asked, "You can wear them if you want."

"What?" I spluttered as that's just what I'd been thinking, although I denied it obviously.

"You sure, cos your willy hasn't gone soft once while you've been touching my stuff and anyway you've been wearing my old shorts for days now." Dean paused as a thought came to him. Ironically one I'd often had on my own. "You know what. I bet Vik is right, we could dress you up in my old stuff and no one would guess you were a teenager. They'd think you weren't no more than nine or perhaps even eight."

I didn't know what to say to that, but I didn't have too as the thought didn't stay in Dan's head for very long, although it would be in mine for some time to come. IN the meantime I had to get back to work.

Nothing much of note happened for the rest of the afternoon. I just loaded Dean's clothes into the washing machine. Then took them out and put them in the drier. Then took them out of that, folded them into piles ready to be either ironed or put away, depending on what they were.

Mrs. O'Malley was still sitting in the kitchen perhaps with the same cup of coffee when I left, but she didn't speak to me this time. Instead she asked Dean if I'd been good, while trying to take a peak at the seat of my shorts. Thankfully there was nothing to say there, and I was soon back home where Jake was waiting for us.

"Has he had a you-know-what yet today?" my cousin asked his mate.

"No. Well not really." replied Dean, neither of them whispering which was a concern given that Jake's parents were in the next room.

"Okay, we'll do that after dinner."

My Uncle did a barbecue that night which was great on three counts. The first begin that I didn't have to cook, there was next to no washing up, and we all got to eat standing up. So a total win-win-win on all counts.

After the meal was done with me and the two smaller boys went up to my room where I got to do toilet stuff – under their supervision and with more than enough helping hands from Dean – before the chair came out again.

Once more I was sat down on that enlarged peg, although it still went in rather easy so wasn't too bad, and then had to put my hands behind my back, while the lads took care of the stiffy I instantly had from being mounted on the chair.

"Wonder if we'll beat yesterday's record." Dean wondered as Jake took out their notebook and they set to work.

It took more than an hour but they did it although I'm not sure the last two actually counted, as I was totally spent after the first six but they got noted down and the two lads were pleased with what they'd accomplished. For me though I just couldn't wait to get into a nappy and go to bed as I wasn't sure my legs were working any more.

Mind you, as things turned out, I wouldn't really be needing them the next day anyway.

There had to be a morning when I was going to wake up without one of the cubs standing there waiting for me at the side of my bed like a vulture waiting to pounce. Alas this wasn't going to be one of those days as no sooner did I open my eyes did I get to see Vik Telkenov perched on the side of my desk with his feet up on the covered peg-chair.

"Morning!" he said, speaking in a voice that seemed just that little bit deeper than it had been the previous year. "Did you sleep like a baby?"

"Yeah!" I blinked, at as I turned towards him, getting instantly blinded by the sun streaming through my curtain less windows.

"Good, so how about some breakfast then?"

I was thirteen so the mere mention of food was enough to make me instantly starving. Of course there was something that had to be done before I could go downstairs, so I shuffled my nappy covered bum over to the edge of the bed and waited for Vik to relieve me of my nighttime wear. Only he didn't.

"Oh you can keep that on for now!" he shrugged getting up, "You're not wet are you?"

"No." I replied honestly as there had been no mattress humping the night before, and it wasn't as if I was going to wee myself during the night.

"So come on then. Breakfast is waiting."

He headed for the door – or rather where the door should have been – but I still hesitated. And with good reason too. "What about my Aunt and Uncle?"

"What about them?" the pack leader poked his head back around the frame.

"They'll see me!" I pointed out, gesturing down with my mitten covered hands to the bulk around and between legs.

"Oh that. They've seen that already."

"What!" I shouted a little too loudly, although it was better than the 'shit-fuck-bollocks' that had been my alternative statement idea.

"They've seen you." repeated Vic, glancing around himself, "You've got no door remember, so of course they've seen you whenever they've gone past your room."

"But I'm wearing a nappy!"

Vik smiled, "Yeah, they noticed that."

He didn't seem to get what I was getting at so I tried a different tact: "I'm thirteen. Thirteen year old boys don't wear nappies!"

"No normally no." he sighed like he was dealing with a little kid rather than a teenager, "But you're helping us out with our child minding badge aren't you?"

Actually I'd forgotten about that cover story, all the same I still needed to check out weather my Aunt and Uncle had bought it.

"Sure, why wouldn't they. Cubs never lie." replied Vik with another shrug before he dropped something of a bombshell. "MInd you they probably think you wet yourself too."

"WHAT!" I was even louder than last time.

"It's what my mum would have told them anyway, as that was the only way I could explain why I wasn't taking your nappies back for reuse."

"Re-use!" I wrinkled up my nose at the thought of wearing someone else's nappy.

"Exactly. So now I can order fresh ones for you." he paused to look at his watch, "Talking of which do you want breakfast or not?"

I didn't quite follow the connection there, but before I was going to go downstairs I needed to know if anyone else was down there.

"My dad was earlier but he's gone now, so it will be just us two. Jake and his parents went out somewhere."

I knew where Jake was, but that's not part of this story so you don't need to know that. What you do need to know is that I went downstairs for the first time in my nappy and plastic pants, with the latter rustling ever step of the way.

There was a surprise waiting for me in the kitchen. I knew the peg chair wasn't going to be there as we'd left that in my bedroom, but I hadn't expected for one second what had replaced it. It was a chair, but not one of the regular kitchen chairs, but rather higher than that. A highchair in fact. You know, like they sit babies in when they eat. Only this one was too large for any baby. It was my size.

"Am I sitting in that?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"Of course, I had my dad bring it over especially. It's one of those mum uses for her 'special' kids, so it's got extra low feet rests and stuff like that. Go on try it."

I have to admit that I found the idea of sitting in a baby's highchair both as embarrassing as someone my age should have done, but at the same time, rather interesting, so I went over to where it was pulled out from the table, only to find out I wasn't actually sure just how I was going to get into it.

The problem was that the highchair was... well... higher up than I was used to, so I couldn't just sit on it. In fact the seat part was already at the height of my stomach, and as I still had the mittens on I couldn't just haul myself up there, not without any finger grips.

"Here, let me help!" Vik offered, walking over, pushing his hands into my arms pits, and picking me up.

Well he didn't actually pick me up and plonk me down in the highchair like he would have a real baby, but it sure felt like that, as I felt myself going up onto the very tips of my toes and then ending up in the seat.

The highchair was actually pretty comfortable, especially compared to the peg chair I'd been sitting in before. Sure it was a little snug at the hips, what with the nappy padding me out and at the shoulders where there were little wings. I could get my feet onto the foot rests, which had been set a good few inches off the floor, which left my knees poking out in front of me.

"Right let's get you snug shall we. Safety first!"

Vik didn't need to explain that statement as he was already pulling shoulder straps over my chest on either side of my head. These hung for a few seconds, the metal clasps cold on my skin, as he pushed his hands down either sides of my thighs, to grab the waist band, that he pulled up and clicked together almost directly across my belly button, before clipping the shoulder straps into the single buckle at the centre.

The straps were all lined in some sort of fake fur and padding, so they didn't cut into me, although they were fairly snug, completely holding my torso rigid to the back of the seat.

"Now for the tray."

This formed the table from which I'd be eating, with long poles that slotted into the arms of the highchair to hold it in place. These locking themselves down with a click once they were located correctly, leaving the tray directly in front of me.

"One more thing!" Vik pulled something from the counter behind me, which he flapped around my neck, so it hung over the top of my chest, and was tied behind me. It was, a bib.

"Right then let's see what we have to for you."

Turning back to the counter, Vik spent a few minutes getting together what I would be having for breakfast, with his body blocking my view of what he was doing so that I didn't know anything until he was putting a sippy cup and a small brightly coloured bowl with an oversized spoon in front of me.

"Eat up or do you want me to feed you?"

I was hungry, and much too old to be feed so I quickly worked out that if I put my mittened hand through the large loop at the end of the oversized spoon, I could get some of whatever the mush was in the bowl into my mouth with a pretty good success rate. Albeit not a perfect one.

"Mum said you'd need a bib." Vik murmured to himself as more of my breakfast ended up being caught in the cloth.

I was about to react to the idea his mum knew about this, when the front doorbell rang, and Vik got up to answer it.

Now the kitchen was at the back of the house, and the front door was obviously at the front, but I was sitting right at the end of the table, directly opposite the kitchen door, which led out into the hall, and given the hall was dead straight, it was perfectly possible that whoever was at the door would be able to see me.

Naturally I didn't want to be seen wearing a nappy and plastic pants, let alone being sat in a highchair, but as I soon discovered, there was no way I could wiggle myself out of the chair, not with the tray in place and the straps on. However, I could neither push the tray away, nor find the catches that released it. Not that it mattered as with the mittens on there was no way I could press the big red button on the front of the chair's harness either. So I was stuck there, waiting for Vik to come back. Only when he did, he wasn't alone.

"There he is," Vik said pointing at me, "Your new customer."

The man couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen, wearing a pale blue uniform that informed me of both his name and that he worked for a company that made regular deliveries of baby supplies. His eyes met mine and then traveled down, taking in the sight before him, before he uttered a single "Oh!" and then turned to Vik again.

"So you want nappies for him, yes?"

"That's right. He's here for the rest of the summer, so we'll need them for that long."

The young guy pulled out a form and started taking down details, "Will you need any extra services, like washing those plastic pants he's wearing."

I tried to close my legs when he said that, even though it wouldn't really have hidden what I was wearing, but the table wouldn't allow my knees to come together.

"Yes, probably, and I'll be needing some of those other items you talked about with my mum as well."

The guy checked his notes. "Ah yes I see, I have some of those with me, but the others will be ready whenever you need them. I'll get what I have now."

He was gone for a second, no doubt going out to a van of some sort before returning carrying several bags of what were obviously more nappies, plus some other things I didn't know the use for, including a big bright yellow bucket with a lid.

"Do you want me to personalised his nappy bucket?" the guy asked Vik while all the time giving me another wide-eyed look.

"Oh that's a good idea. His name's Jonathan." Vik announced, before changing his mind, "No wait make it Jono. J. O. N. O.!"

Taking a book of stickers of letters in a babyish block design, the guy peeled off those he would need and then stuck them onto the bucket so that no one would be in any doubt as to just who was wearing the nappies in the house.

It was at this point that the one thing I never thought would happen, actually happened. I wet myself.

I had no sense it was coming. There was no warning, nothing like that. It just happened.

One minute I was sitting in the highchair wondering if I could possible be more embarrassed, and then there was a warm wet sensation in my lap, making me think that I'd spilt some drink or something. Only I hadn't even started on the sippy cup yet, and that was a cold drink anyway.

Vik was seeing the delivery guy out while all this was going on, but he returned just in time to find me pushing my mittened hands into my groin as I attempted to work out what had happened. Vik though knew at once.

"About time too." he smiled. "I thought you were going to hold it all morning."

"What, you knew I'd wet myself!" I asked him as the sensation of the warm liquid working its way around my tackle started to wake my willy up from it's slumber.

"Of course I did. It's what boys in nappies do. Come on let's get you changed and dressed."

ONce more I tried to get out of the highchair, but still couldn't find a release for either the tray of the straps that held me. There was a good reason for that, as the tray could only be unlocked from behind the chair and naturally I couldn't reach that.

Free from the restraints, I slid from the highchair back onto my feet, dropping the last few inches down to the floor, where I swayed a bit my balance disconcerted by the liquid that was now re-locating itself in between my legs.

Vik reached out his hand to steady me, catching me by the elbow, which he held until I was once more standing upright, at which point he guided me towards the stairs, and my bedroom.

Climbing the stairs was an experience with a wet nappy, although it was something I would soon be getting totally used to, that first time, had to be amongst the oddest of the lot. Just like dismounting the highchair, every time I lifted either leg to go up another step, I had the totally weird sensation of my own pee, flowing from one side, or front to back, of the plastic pants and especially around the leg openings which I could only be grateful never leaked, as those were carpet stains I didn't want to explain. However, by the time I got to the top this had pretty much stopped as by then, the nappy had more or less done its job of soaking up all my wee.

In my bedroom Vik had me wait while he stripped the bedclothes from my bed, and laid out a protective cover on the mattress. This though wasn't the towel that had been used previously but rather a real changing mat, that was padded and made of washable plastic, with slightly raised sides so that I'd stay in the middle.

"Lie down on that." I was told and did, instantly finding the plastic cold on my back, raising my feet up to the edge of the mattress so my legs would be spread giving Vik as much access as he wanted to my nappy.

After unlocking the plastic pants, Vik checked for possible leaks before he pulled them down and off. He then did the same with the nappy itself, not removing it until he was satisfied that everything I'd put into it had been totally soaked up. Only when he was sure of that, did he pull open the tabs, and pull down the front part from between my legs.

At this point I started to raise up my middle, but he told me to stay there for a second while he used a few baby wipes to dampen down the area around my tackle, dropping those into the crutch of the nappy before, finally he pulled it out from underneath me.

There was a bit more work with the wipes to be done, mostly around my willy which reacted in the usual way to any such attention and was so totally standing proud by the time the baby powder came out to provide a huge cloud that covered me all the way down from my tummy to the middle of my thighs.

"Right then, I think we'll try you in some of the new nappies that got delivered today." Vik announced in a way that made it clear it wasn't a question, especially as he was already selecting some from the bag he'd bought up with him. "How about we started with too just to see how they work out."

"Two!" I queried.

"Sure, why not. We don't want you leaking do we?"

We didn't. Or at least I didn't. Which is why I suggested that we keep on the safe side and try three instead.

"Three is going to be quite thick. But why don't we even it up to four, as that's the maximum."

At the time I had no idea just what I was getting myself into, as I'd not come across let alone worn anything but disposable nappies before so I could only watch as Vik got out two full cloth nappies that he folded into the standard triangle pattern. He then took two more which he folded together and then into a third to form a big thick strip that he laid down into the middle of the other two, until he had a combined mass that had to be at least two inches [5 cm] thick.

Told to raise my bare bum, I allowed the nappies to be pushed underneath me, before I lowered myself back down on them where they felt really soft, in a way that totally removed anything of the changing pad or even the bed beneath me.

When everything was ready, Vik grabbed hold of the front of the nappy and bought it up between my well spread legs until it rested on my tummy. Then he proceed to take one side of the triangle around over my hip to join the front and back together, in a way that it was held with these small safety pins he had, with a locking top.

Turning to my other hip, Vik repeated the process with the other wing while all the time I could feel my legs getting pushed further and further apart, as the enormous nappy was fixed around me.

"That should hold it." announced Vik as he took up a new pair of plastic pants, shock them open and then began threading me feet through the leg openings, before working them up my legs towards the massive nappy. Once there I had to lift my middle up so the back of the plastic pants could go over the back of the nappy. I then lowered myself and he did the same to the front, with the waist band nestling just beneath my belly button.

"You need to stand up so I can check I got it all."

I first sat up and then slid of the bed. Standing for a moment on my own legs, taking in the massive bulk between my legs. The nappy well and truly forcing my legs well apart, making it tricky to even stand as Vik went around making sure there were no bits of cloth sticking out from inside the plastic pants.

"That's good." Vik announced, giving my thickly covered bottom a firm pat that I couldn't really feel other for the sensation of air escaping up through the nappy and out from the waist of the plastic pants.

"Now let me show you what I've got for you to wear!" Vik announced, revealing something that had to be just about the most childish thing I'd ever seen.

"They're shortalls." He announced, as I stared at him open mouthed. "Part over-alls and part shorts. Mum has them made especially for her 'special' kids."

"I can't wear those?" I said but it wasn't a protest, more of a question. I actually wanted to wear them, I just wasn't sure I could. Vik though knew for certain.

"Course you can. You're wearing nappies, so you can wear these as they are designed to cover up nappies."

"Oh right!" I gratefully accepted the perfect excuse I'd just been given to at least try on the most childish clothing I'd ever been offered. However it didn't work like that.

"Babies don't dress themselves."

"But...!" I protested, only to be shot down again with pure logic.

"I've just put a nappy on you, so how is this any different? Anyway there's something else you need to put on first."

"What?"

"This!" Vik produced what looked like some sort of long t-shirt only it had something odd about the bottom of it. Well that and that it was dark blue with little yellow dumper trucks all over it. "It's a onsie!"

"A what?"

"It goes on like a t-shirt but has these snaps at the bottom to fit over your nappy. Here lift up your arms."

The garment was fed over my head, my arms going into the sleeves with the rest coming down to rest on top of the plastic pants where they bellowed out from the waist looking something like a skirt, which was certainly not a look I was going for. So was thankful when Vic said I could lay back down on the changing mat once more, while he did up the crotch snaps.

Soon he was done. The snaps were all done up between my legs, pulling the shirt taunt over my body, but that wasn't all as I discovered for the childish shirt totally outlined the thick nappy. Sure it pulled it in slightly, but all the same as the shirt part of the ones was quite tight and stretchy, clinging to my body, but that just helped to show off the thickness of the massive bulge around my middle. I could only hope the shortalls would hide that.

I only really got a good look at the shortalls when Vik picked them up for the second time, ready for me to wear them. They were made of blue denim, with the same design of a dumper truck that was on the ones on the bib pocket, with other sorts of road signs bitched into the cloth in various places, that I didn't pay that much attention too until I noticed just what the one on where the fly would have normally been actually said. "Slippery When Wet!"

Vik was smiling when he saw that I'd read it but there was more. Turning the shortalls around there was another sign on the back, that said nothing less than "Wide Load!" which would have been really funny had I not been the one that was going to be wearing them.

Opening up the bib and the twin buttons that were on either hip, Vik had me stand up and put my feet into the leg holes of the shorts. To do this I had to actually put one of my hands onto his shoulder as otherwise I'd have fallen over, due to the way my legs had been spread by the oversize nappy.

The shortalls seemed to have been made just for a boy my size, or perhaps one a little shorter, but certainly one who either had a very fat bum, or was wearing an enormous nappy, as the shorts fitted over it, all be it somewhat snuggly.

After the shorts were covering the plastic pants, Vik went to work bring the shoulder straps from the shortalls up behind my back and resting them over the top of my shoulders, while he pulled the bib into place. He then pulled both of them together which naturally caused the entire shortalls to rise up, clinching the nappy around my tackle, and spreading my legs either further by the thick denim, until the shoulder straps were clipped into place.

Looking down my body, I was surprised to find that my bulging crotch was just as pronounced as ever, even though it felt a lot tighter, and snugger than before. It just didn't look any different.

"I have some footwear for you. Sit down a moment."

It wasn't easy as the with everything so tight and yet so bulky around my middle, there was little give in my middle but I somehow managed it, allowing Vik to pick up each of my feet in turn, and slip what looked like a pair of ankle socks onto my feet. Only they weren't ordinary socks as they had some sort of pad in the bottom, the purpose for which I was going to find out just as soon as I attempted to walk again.

"Right then, just one more thing."

Vik held up what looked like a baby's dummy, only it was somewhat larger. Much larger than I ever thought they would have made them with a large bulb on one side a big face plate on the other. Thankfully at this stage all Vik did was open up the ribbon attached to it, and slot that over my head, like a neckless with the dummy itself hanging in front of the bib on the shortalls.

Sitting on the side of the bed I could feel the thick nappy push upwards into my lower stomach, where it pressed onto my bladder. This had to be caused by the onsie and the shortalls, but whatever was causing it, the result was that I was getting the need to have a wee, even though it hadn't really been that long since I'd gone in my over night nappy.

"Right then, I've got some things to do downstairs, so I've got stuff for you to play with up here."

Vik pulled out a bag of baby toys, which he laid out on the carpet in front of my bed. These were the sorts of things that I hadn't seen since I'd actually been a toddler. There were brightly coloured balls that could be pulled apart, so that shapes fell out, that could then be pushed back through holes cut into the outer ball. Another was shaped like a tower onto which large donought shaped rings could be slotted. There were balls with bells in, blocks with letters on and even some of that oversized lego that they make for tiny kids to play with.

Left alone in my bedroom, with nothing else to do but think about the pressing feeling on my bladder, I actually started to play with the toddler toys. Working slowly through each of them, trying to work out just how much I could do with them given that I was still wearing the mittens.

Time passed, either slowly or fast, I can't be certain as there was no longer any clock in my room, but the next thing I remember is that Vik was back in my room along with Dean and Jake.

"Wow, he looks like a big toddler!" My cousin laughed when he saw me, while Dean could only stare, with his mouth open so far that he was in danger of tripping over his chin. Meanwhile, the only thing I could do was ask where Jake's parents were.

"Out!" Vik said, before reminding me of something he hadn't actually told me before, "Toddlers don't speak."

I really felt very babyish once that was said, as from that moment I just had to sit there and listen as Vik explained to the two younger boys just what he'd done to me, and how that would get him his child minding badge for sure. Of course now I wasn't playing anymore there was nothing to take my mind of the pleasure the tight toddler clothes were putting on my bladder, making it uncomfortable.

There was nothing for it. As the cubs continued to talk, I attempted to relax my bladder ever so slightly and was rewarded by two things almost instantly. The first being a relaxation of the pressure, and the second being the sensation of warm wee as it flowed out into the front of the nappy.

Given what I was doing, I wasn't really listening to what the cubs were talking about, but there was one but that caught my attention when Vik announced that from now on I was going to be wearing nappies all the time.

"WHAT?" I asked in a very unbaby-like tone.

"Baby's don't talk, or do you want a spanking?"

I very nearly smiled at that, as given just how thick the nappies were over my bum I didn't think I'd feel even the hardest spanking the cubs could dish out, but I was becoming used to my place so said nothing. Thankfully, Jake managed to asked all the questions that were rattling around in my head, while even more liquid exited down below.

"But those nappies are huge."

"Big babies need big nappies!" Joked Vik, before saying that he had some more of the thinner nighttimes ones, as well as some disposables that wouldn't be all the obvious under my clothes.

"He's going to wear clothes?" asked Dean sounding scary disappointed.

"Yes, of course, he can't go around naked... well in a nappy, but don't worry I've got loads sorted out that will be in keeping with him being a big baby."

The two ten year olds looked at each other before announcing that was cool, and then asking if they could play with me.

"Sure, let's take him downstairs."

With mittens on my hands and a large nappy forcing my legs apart I needed help standing up. Or more exactly I had Vik stand behind me, holding my arm pits while Dean and Jake pulled me up my arms until I was on my feet.

Of course as soon as I started to walk the younger lads noted the way I was forced to move my legs.

"He even waddles like a toddler." giggled Dean, soon followed by my cousin.

I ignored them, as I was too busy releasing my bladder once more as we walked. Well they walked, and I toddled. Not that I had a long wee, as I didn't want them to know what I was doing, and certainly didn't want to leak, even though that probably wasn't very likely given what I was wearing. All the same I could feel the warmth in my crotch moving about as I was helped down the stairs and into the living room where I was lowered onto the central rug.

"How will we know if he's used the nappy?" Dean asked suddenly once I was settled.

"Don't you know anything about looking after babies?" Vik teased him before agreeing to a demonstration.

I was told to lay back against the sofa, while Vik unsnapped the shortalls buttons on my hips. This allowed him to be able to work his hands into the denim, and then down to the bottom of the onsie, where he was able to hook a finger inside to check the actual nappy underneath. Needless to say, this was somewhat embarrassing for me.

The twelve year old's finger dug around in my crotch, but was a long way from the parts of me that were actually wet so that first check was negative even though it probably shouldn't have been, much to the younger boy's disappointment.

"Now what do we do?"

"Well babies need lots of exercise, so we'll get Baby Jono to move around."

I thought I was going to be helped up but that wasn't what Vik had in mind at all. I wasn't going to walk. I was going to crawl.

They didn't help me this time, just gave encouragement as to how they thought I should do it. Not that I didn't know how to crawl of course, that wasn't the problem. That was trying to get on my hands and knees in the first place. IN the end there was nothing for it but for me to slide my way down until I was laying on my back, and then to rock myself from side to side, until I had enough momentum up to actually go all the way over onto my front. From there it wasn't that hard to get my hands and knees underneath me and to raise myself up onto all fours. Mind you, it may not have been tricky but it sure was tiring. And then there was the view.

All I could pretty much see was carpet but the cubs got to view something that three of them hadn't seen before. Namely my heavily padded bum with the "Wide Load" legend plastered across it, which instantly reduced Dean and my cousin to fits of giggles again, especially when Vik apparently gave my bum a hefty pat, and I didn't even notice.

BY this time I was looking for some time on my own, and, well, basically to get away from the others, but there wasn't so many places I could go, not while I was stuck on my hands and knees. The stairs were totally out of action, as was anywhere else with steps, which pretty much left me in the living room looking for a hiding place, which I discovered behind one of the sofas.

"Don't go far Baby Jono," Vik teased using the soft of voice that adults often do when they're talking to little kids, which made the two ten year olds come close to wetting themselves with the giggles, which would have been ironic.

Anyway, once I was behind the couch I repeated the process that had got me onto my hands and knees, in reverse, ending up sitting on my big padded bum listening to the three boys discussing some of the plans they had for me which I won't tell you about now as I don't want to give you any spoilers as to what is going to come up later. Needless to say, some of them I found rather exciting while others were more than a little worrying, and that's without even know just what Nathan was up to.

After sitting there for what had to be a good ten minutes, perhaps more – my Ant really needs to get some more clocks in her house – I felt a bit of pressure from deep within my tummy. This wasn't the same as before, as that was already there, given that I was now sitting again, so the nappy and the other stuff was all pressing on my bladder. No this was something else. Something rather more serious. I needed to poo.

I wasn't at all sure about having a poo in a nappy. Sure I know that's what they're made for, but still. So I did what I could to prevent it from happing which obvious wasn't very much, other than to work myself up onto my knees, and then to bring up the heels of my shoes into my bum to sort of plug me up. At least that was the theory.

While I was starting the battle with my bum, my bladder turned up the pressure as well, so I did what I could to ease the pressure on that side, and released a little more wee into the nappy.

ALmost instantly I felt the front of the nappy start to get warm, but even as my bladder was emptying my bum started to get worse until it was obvious, even to me, that I was going to have to answer the call of nature, right there in the living room. But how?

For as long as I could remember, the only way I'd had a poo was sitting on a toilet. That though was out of the question as there wasn't one, and anyway, I was meant to be wearing one, and there was no way I would be able to hold myself in a the same position without any support under my bum, so I was at something of a loss as to what to do.

Then a spasm hit me. Instantly my hands reached up to grab the back of the sofa, only for the mittens to slide right off again which did if nothing else did attract Vik's attention.

Another spasm went through me, and this time I felt some... let's call it... 'air' come out of my bum, which gave me some relief, although as I let out a sigh, I found myself looking up at the top of the sofa where Vik was looking back down at me.

"Does Baby Jono need to go Number Two?" he asked in a voice that was a lot louder than I would have liked, not that it would have made any difference as he next told me to come out from behind the sofa so they could keep an eye on me.

I thought about protesting but Vik just grabbed one of my hands that was still attempting to hold onto the back of the sofa, and used it to guide me around the side of the sofa to the front where the others were waiting.

"Why don't we take your shortalls off to make you more comfortable." Suggested Vik still using that sing-song voice. Dean though just said it how it was.

"IS that so he doesn't get poo on them!"

That's exactly what it was, of course, but all the same it was something of a relief when the shoulder straps were released, removing at least some of the tension from between my legs. However I did then have to roll about a bit on the floor so the three boys could pull the thick denim down my legs and off my feet.

"Wow, he looks even more like a baby now!" exclaimed Jake, when he first saw me in nothing but the stretch taut ones, mittens and little socks. That wasn't my main concern though – especially as it was true – which was all taken up by the fact that while I'd been rolled around on the carpet I'd actually totally released my bladder and now the very warm wee was flooding into the nappy.

Then I farted.

"Oh, that's horrid!" Jake, screwed up his entire face, apart from his nose, which he clasped in his thumb and forefinger. Dean didn't follow suit. Instead he had a question for Vik.

"Does that mean he's having a poo in his nappy?"

"Probably." Vik smiled. "Give it a minute."

I didn't need a minute. Not even seconds, as the battle was already lost. The fact had just been the advanced guard and now the entire battalion was attempting to break out, seemingly at once.

"His face is going red!" Dean informed everyone, including me, but that comment was soon covered by my cousin once more doing his nose pinching thing as another much louder batch of air made it's escape known. And it wasn't alone.

Still on my hands and knees at this stage there was nothing I could to stop it as what felt like a giant log pushed itself out of my into the waiting folds of the nappy.

"His nappy is getting bigger." Dean pointed out, signalling for Vik to reach underneath me and unsnap the poppers holding the ones together between my legs, removing more of the tension around my bum, which was handy as I wasn't finished loading my nappy yet.

For several minutes I did what my body demanded I do, until I was totally empty, at which point I more or less collapsed onto my front, only to be gentle rolled over onto my back, where I lay panting, looking up at the boys looking back down at me.

"Is he done now?" asked Jake, his voice distorted by his pinched nose.

"I would imagine so." confirmed Vik, pulling up the now flapping bottom of the ones so they could see just how loaded my nappy was.

"What do we do now? Do we change him?"

Dean spoke the question with a little too much enthusiasm much to the horror of his mate, who got the answer he wanted, even if Dean didn't.

"Not yet!" Vik informed all of us, "I think he should have drink first, given how much wee he's lost. You two keep an eye on him while I'm gone."

Vik stood up heading for the kitchen while all I could do was lay there on my back like a real defenseless baby, while my cousin and his best mate just sat around me, staring at a thirteen year old toddler, in a very wet and poo filled nappy.

"It really is full." Dean whispered to Jake, after having reached out to peel back the front of the ones so they could both see the full height of the nappy I was wearing.

Nothing else was said until Vik came back carrying a drink for me only it wasn't in a glass, or even in the sippy cup I'd used before. This time it was in what looked like a baby's bottle, only bigger.

"This is what mum's 'special' baby's drink out of." we were informed before any of us could ask the question.

Sitting beside me Vik playfully touched the large rubber nipple of the bottle to my lips. I was hesitant, but eventually my lips did part as I tasted a couple of drops of what turned out to be apple juice, before totally opening my mouth to allow the entire nipple inside.

"That's a good baby!" someone – I think Jake – said, as I sucked on the bottle which wasn't at all easy, leading me to actually nudge it out of Vik's hand a couple of times.

When the bottle was empty – yes I drank it all – the reality of the situation I was in hit me somewhat, especially as whenever I moved I could feel the contents of my nappy press around my bum. Of course I was the only one aware of that, but there was something that all of us knew about before too long.

"Whew, he really stinks!" remarked my cousin, once more pinching his nose.

"We are going to change him, right?" Dean asked, turning to Vik with a smile that nearly covered his entire face.

"I don't know if he's done yet. Let me check."

This check was different from the one Vik had done before. Instead of inserting a finger into the nappy, he just placed his hand on top of my bulging plastic covered crotch, giving it a little pat and then a squeeze. As soon as he'd finished, Dean also wanted a go, which meant Jake also had to, even though it was very obvious that he wasn't all that keen on the idea.

"So it is full yet? Can we change him?"

Vik smiled at the younger cub who asked this – you should be able to guess which one it was – before asking him if he knew how to change a nappy.

"I've taken the night ones off Jonathan.. I mean Baby Jono, before."

"But he hadn't used those had he?"

"No, well not as much as he's used this one, for sure." Dean stared down between my legs, in a way that was clearly more than just his appraising the job at hand.

"Well it's pretty much the same but you have to clean him up better, and it can get a bit stinky."

"Yeah, I noticed!" interrupted my cousin, still holding his nose.

"True, but it's something you're all going to have to do. Yes even you Jake, so you can help me do this one. Come on, let's get him up."

Vik bent over to grab my shoulders, proceeding to get me to sit up which naturally caused me to sit on the fullness of my nappy which wasn't the most pleasurable thing that happened that day, by a long way.

Next they repeated the process they'd used up in the bedroom in order to get me up to my feet. Vik behind, with the two smaller boys having an arm each, until I was standing up.

Up on my feet I could feel the massive load in the nappy even more than before as it sagged down between my legs. This got worse as I started to actually walk – guided on each side by one of the cubs – as the nappy was now even bigger so my legs were pushed even further apart to a point where I was actually bow-legged just like I'd been riding a horse for a month only without the soreness.

The stairs were something of a nightmare, as each and every one of them caused the load to move around in a most unpleasant way until it was spread just about everywhere it could get, by the time we reached the top and were heading into my bedroom.

The changing mat was still on my bed, but before I was laid down on it, Vik had the other boys get several towels and lay them out on either side. "Just in case." He also had them open all the windows. Both of which were good precautions.

Once everything was ready I was told to lay on my side to start with and then to roll onto my back to prevent mushing the contents of my nappy any more, which was sound advise that had no doubt come from Vik's mum, Nurse Telkenov.

Before going any further and apparently to ensure that I remained calm throughout the change, Vik asked Dean to go back downstairs and get the shortalls. Not all of them but just the dummy that had come off with them.

When Dean returned, Vik carefully asked me to open my mouth and push the dummy inside where I sound found that it pretty much filled my entire mouth, making talking difficult although not impossible. The odd thing was that although I was perfect capable of removing this dummy even with my mittens on, as there was a large ring on the front, I never once attempted to actually do so. Why, I don't really know. I just didn't. What I do know is that I actually sucked on it, like a real baby would have, and do you know what, it actually took my mind of what was going on at the other end of my body.

"Right then," Vik got down to work, "What we are going to need, is a warm wet flannel, baby wipes – lots of them, baby oil, baby powder, some more nappies and a clean set of plastic pants."

AS he spoke the other two cubs got down to work finding all the things he was asking for, which wasn't that tricky as they knew where most of them were anyway, which turned out to be in the cupboard where my clothes had been, before I'd been reduced in age to the baby I now was.

I won't disgust you with all the details of my first nappy change in ten years or so, only to say that it was a good job the windows were open and that delivery guy had bought a heck of a lot of baby wipes cos I think Vik used nearly all of them making me clean once more.

When I was clean, I had a new nappy put on – just the one this time – and some new plastic pants, along with the ones and the shortalls, which I remained in while we had lunch – I was in the highchair of course – while we watched TV – kid's shows – in the afternoon and right through supper, until bedtime when I was changed into my night time stuff.

That's right. I was still wore the shortalls, with their babyish motifs even when my Aunt and Uncle came home, although Vik had removed the mittens by then so my hands wouldn't get cramp. But, guess what, neither my Aunt nor my Uncle made one single comment about the childish clothes I was wearing, or the fact that I crackled and creaked whenever I walked from the plastic pants. So clearly what Vik had told me that morning was true. They knew I was wearing nappies and therefore I'd be wearing them for the rest of the holidays. Interesting eh! Although not as interesting as what Nathan had planned for the next day.

"Sure no problem Mrs. Reland, I don't mind at all. We'll be fine."

Those were the first words that I head on the morning that Nathan was going to taking over looking after me and although I couldn't actually hear who he was talking to, from the name it was obviously my Aunt and Uncle, who were no doubt off out somewhere. Just where Jake was, I didn't know but that wasn't all that important. Knowing I would be home alone with Nathan was though as that meant there was nothing to stop him doing whatever he wanted with me and that both scared and excited me in about equal measures.

"Hello kid. How you doing?" Nathan entered my bedroom without knocking. Well there was no door so he couldn't but all the same it was a bit like he owned the place, and that's not even to mention that he was two years younger than me and calling me 'kid'. Then again I was wearing a nappy.

"Okay!" I replied, not as sleepy as usual given that I'd been awake for some time, waiting for someone to come up and get me out of bed, as I was no longer allowed to do that myself since... well you know that bit already.

"We're off now!" shouted my Aunt from somewhere that could have been miles away given just how loud she was.

"See you later Mrs. Reland." answered Nathan before I could, once more asserting his authority, which once more, again, had the same effect on me.

"You kids have fun." was the last female word on the subject, although I don't know if my aunt heard Nathan's reply or not, but I sure did.

"Don't worry, we'll be TIED up with something before too long." He said it just like that too. With that one word in capital letters, just in case he was being too subtle, which he really wasn't.

Of course I knew exactly what he meant as we'd been there before and I don't just mean that stuff I talked about a few chapters ago, when he tied me up on the sofa or even before when I'd been the test subject for all those scout knots the cubs had to learn. No there was a load more than that as Nathan had always found the best way to check if he'd tied me up right was to tickle me but we'll get to that in a bit.

"Right then," Nathan hauled the bag he'd been carrying onto the bed. "Let's have some fun shall we."

I didn't have anything to say to that, which was a shame as it could well have been one of the last things I said that day. The thing was though, I didn't know what to say as I was too busy staring at the first thing Nathan removed from his bag. A pair of what looked like real handcuffs.

"Like them?" he asked, opening up one of the bracelets, "THey're real and everything. Here give me your wrist."

Without thinking I lifted up my arm that was nearest too him, and watched as the surprisingly cold metal slipped around it, just up from where the mittens were still buckled tight around my wrist.

"Now sit up and put your hands behind your back!"

Of course I did that too, even though I fully realised just what Nathan was going to do, and sure enough within a couple of seconds both my wrists were handcuffed behind my back.

"What do you think of this?"

The question was odd but no odder than the thing Nathan was now holding which looked a lot like a large twisted hankie with a small sort ball in the middle. It didn't take me long to guess what it was.

"Is that a gag?"

"Sure is!" Nathan smiled back, "I Made it. Open your mouth."

Yep, I did that too, allowing the younger boy to push the ball inside until it was tucked behind my teeth in little danger of coming out, especially once he'd brought the ends of the hankie around behind the back of my head and knotted them together, totally holding the ball in place.

"Try saying something."

I did, but there's no way I could write it down as it didn't make any sense whatsoever, making it impossible to spell. Just to say that I wasn't going to be making any speeches any time soon.

"That works then." announced Nathan – well it had to be Nathan didn't it, seeing that I couldn't say anything – before he started going through his little bag of tricks one more time, pulling out loads of bits or rope, rolls of tape, another pair of handcuffs, various lengths of chain, a few padlocks and some zip-ties. All in all rather let me know that I was going to in for an interesting day.

"Turn onto your front."

As always I did as I was told when ordered around by a younger boy, only to find that the handcuffs weren't actually handcuffs at all, but ankle-cuffs. At least that's what Nathan used them for. Snapping one of the bracelets around my right ankle, before doing the same to my left ankle. Only he wasn't finished there.

Taking up one of the shorter lengths of chain, he attached one end to the to the chain in the centre of the ankle cuffs with a padlock, only he didn't lock it yet. Instead, he took the chain and passed it between my already handcuffed wrists, before returning it to the ankle cuffs where he finally padlocked both ends together. naturally this left my feet up behind me, with the heels close to my bum in a traditional hogtie.

That probably would have been enough to hold me, but Nathan had one more trick up his sleeve, involving the zip ties. He used one to connect my big toes together which was all rather pointless as there wasn't much I was going to be able to do with my toes, but did add to the feeling I had of being helpless.

"Did I mention these are real cuffs, not toy ones." Nathan repeated, reminding me of the last time he'd tried putting cuffs on me which I'd been able to get out of in seconds due to the release button on the side. I'd already discovered that the cuffs on my wrists at least didn't have such a button.

"I have the keys here in my pocket." he said, patting the side of his jeans in case I didn't know where his pockets were. "So you're not getting out until I release you. How do you feel about that?"

Well, to be honest I felt pretty darn good, and if I hadn't been laying on my front, Nathan probably would have seen that for himself, as my nappy was all tent city. Still how I felt really didn't matter as we both knew that it wouldn't be long before I was laughing, as it was tickle time.

Nathan sat on the side of the bed, next to the middle part of my body as from there he could reach any and all parts of me that were ticklish. NOw I know what you're thinking, and that's how could he get into my pits when my arms were pulled around behind my back. Well he couldn't, but he didn't need too as weirdly I've never been all that ticklish under my arms. He could get to the soles of my feet which were ticklish, but what made me go into fits of uncontrollable laughter, were when anyone – not just younger boys – dug their fingers into my sides, right below the bottom of my rib cage. So naturally that's what Nathan went for.

It lasted about ten minutes. Well not 'about' ten minutes as it was exactly ten minutes, for that's how long Nathan always ticked me for, as that was all it needed to make me an uncontrolled mess, which was as true this time as any time before. Only on this occasion there was one other thing that happened. Well, two, but they're sort of the same thing being both warm and wet and both gave me relief, albeit in somewhat different ways, even if I did end up having to lie in a mixed wet patch.

You probably guessed what happened already, but for those of you that are on the wrong archive, what happened was that all that thrashing about I was doing from being tickled, caused me to roll about all over the previous mentioned tent in my nappy, from which there could only be one conclusion. Then, almost immediately following that, my willy set about doing the thing it had done every morning of my entire thirteen year life, and emptied my bladder.

However I wasn't about to get my nappy changed just yet, as Nathan's ten minute rule, was the total length of time he could tickle me. Just an enforced break the cubs had imposed when they did this among themselves ironically enough in order to prevent whoever was being tickled from wetting themselves. MInd you they never did it first thing in the morning.

Anyway, so while I was recovering from everything that had gone on Nathan himself left the room only to return with two items with which he was going to continue right where he'd started from. The items were my Aunt's favourite feather duster, and an ice cube from the downstairs freezer.

The ice cube was soon doing a tour of my body, where it left goose bumps in its wake as it travelled across the soles of both my feet, and then down my legs. Then when my skin was still all tingly from that, he started in with the feather duster, even running it between all my toes so he could get the maximum effect from it and to drive me into what was the closest I'd ever come to hysterics in my life.

This all went on for another ten minutes, with the ice running over my exposed flesh, cooling it down to a point where it was even more susceptible to the tickling of the feathers on the duster that followed.

By the time Nathan was done, and despite the fact I hadn't been awake for more than an hour or so I was totally exhausted, with eyes that were just about as wet as my nappy was.

Things calmed down a bit after that. Nathan removed all the metal work that was holding me in place, followed by the gag, and even the mittens on my hands. He then set about what was clearly his least favourite task of removing my plastic pants and the nappy under them. Thankfully that had done it's job so there was no actually mess for him to clear up, but we went through the routine of his giving me a shower anyway, as those were the rules and cubs follow the rules.

Back in the bedroom, Nathan picked out what I was going to wear for the day – this was no longer up to me of course – looking through what was by now a rather sparse range of clothes in my cupboards, now all my 'big boy' clothes had gone. In fact all that was pretty much there was some old stuff of Dean's, including those near see through white shorts, and a few other bits and pieces. I didn't even have any underwear anymore as all those had been replaced by the items Vik's mate the deliver man had left for me.

In the end Nathan picked out the simplest thing for me to wear, which was one of those pull up pants that kids where when they have 'accident's during the day, which is what Vik had let on to his mum, and my aunt and uncle, I was having, so he could get some in my size.

Actually the pull ups weren't all that dissimilar from the sort of briefs I like to wear, as that's pretty much what they were, albeit with rather a lot more extra padding in them, at the front, back and round between the legs. They were also covered in cartoon characters which no doubt was an attempt to disguise what they were but had the opposite effect as what kid my age wears cartoon briefs. Or briefs at all come to that. Still that wasn't the most obvious appearance difference they had when worn by a kid my age as Nathan was quick to notice.

"Hey it looks like you've got nothing down there." he laughed patting the front of the pull up where I should have had a boy bulge. Only I didn't. My willy and nuts were still there of course, only instead of being all pulled up in a neat package at the front, instead they'd been all flattened out by the tightness of the Pullup, which along with the thickness of the padding that now covered them, totally hid them from view.

"Come on let's go get some breakfast and watch some telly."

I was a little startled at the comment for although it's not unlike eleven year olds to have sudden changes of heart like that, there was clearly something else up as before he left my bedroom, Nathan picked up one of the large rolls of duct tape he'd bought with him. Clearly this meant that something was going on, and I was soon to find out what. One thing was sure, I wasn't going to be wearing anything other than a pull up.

As I walked downstairs I attempted to reassure myself that the pull up was not really all that different from if I'd been wearing a brief swimsuit, or even regular underwear both of which I had done at my Aunt's house. However, neither of those made quite as much noise as the pull-ups did. Despite their realive small size, they still managed to sound like the massive nappies Vik had put me in. Or at least that's how it sounded to me anyway. Nathan, though appeared not to notice, although that could be due to his having the TV turned up to 'deafening'.

"Hey wait!" he shouted right as was about to sit on the sofa next to him once I eaten my usual mid-morning breakfast. "Didn't Vik say you were only meant to sit on your 'special' chair?"

That is exactly what had been agreed by all the cubs, but as Nathan soon worked out for himself I could hardly sit on a chair that had a peg which went up my bum, when I was wearing a nappy unless he put a hole in the nappy. But a hole in the nappy would make wearing the nappy pointless in the first place. It was clearly a problem, but Nathan dealt with it in pretty much the only way it could be dealt with. He totally ignored it. Although he did add a couple of additions of his own.

So anyway, that's how I found myself sitting on the sofa in my Aunt's living room watching the TV wearing nothing but a pull up, and with my ankles, knees, and wrists all taped together with industrial strength duct tape.

"Comfortable?" asked Nathan with that glint in his eye that told me something was up.

I nodded, knowing that this was clearly about to change. And it did too.

It was more of the tape to start with. Well not to start with as before Nathan wrapped it around the bottom half of my face, totally covering up my mouth, he pulled a sock out of his pocket and pushed that inside my mouth, totally stuffing, so that once the tape was on I was totally unable to talk, which of course was the point.

Next came an ice cube and two clothes pegs. The ice ended up on my chest for a few seconds, until I started to shiver from it, before Nathan lifted out the top of the pull up and let it slide right down to my tackle which really isn't someplace that any boy wants ice to be. Not that I got much chance to react to that as the waistband of the pull up s had hardly gone back in place, before the clothes pegs were being attached to me.

Before that moment I'd never really thought too much about my nipples, but Nathan clearly had, as he must have spotted them doing that pointing thing that a boy's nipples sometimes do, as with an evil grip he was clamping a clothes peg on each of them.

Nothing seemed to happened for at least a second. Then the stinging hit me.

I made some more of those noises that weren't words so can't be spelt out, as the pegs started to seep into me and I started to move about on the sofa.

"They stay on until lunch." Nathan told me, adding a rather pointless "Or else," as it wasn't like I was actually going to remove them anyway.

It was the oddest sensation having pegs on my nipples, as although it made me wince it really wasn't that bad, at least not once I'd started to get used to them. The ice in my pants was a bit of a distraction but then I was rather used to have wetness down there by then. Yet together the two things were really rather fun, as it was like I was being tortured by Nathan, and I liked that. A lot.

When lunch time came around, Nathan was true to his word like a good cub should be and removed the pegs from my nipples which should have been a relief but just seemed to start them stinging all over again which was odd.

Nathan watched grinning as I wriggled around trying to avoid the blood going back into m nipples. waiting until I was done, before he put a pair of scissors into my taped up hands and told me to release myself and make us both some lunch which I duly did, not even noticing that Nathan vanished right up until the time the food was ready.

Lunch went without anything of any real importance happening. I had to stand up and eat so that I didn't break the rule about sitting (again) but that was okay as I hadn't done that much standing that day so was getting a bit cramped.

I did the washing up and then Nathan called me back to the living room where he was waiting with his little bag of tricks.

What happened next was sort of a re-run of what had happened first thing in my bedroom, only more so and with ropes this time rather than handcuffs and chains and one other drastic difference.

Nathan took his time tying me up, I think using every single living room in the Big Cub Book of Knots or whatever it was that the scouts use for this sort of thing. There were ropes around my wrists (crossed over behind my back of course), my ankles (also crossed over), my shins, my thighs, and my elbows behind my back.

When all that was done, Nathan had me kneel up while he wrapped some rope around my chest, like they do in all the movies when someone is kidnapped only this wasn't just for show like that often is. NO way. This had a purpose as I was soon to find out, for a rope came out of the back of that chest tying, which went directly down to my ankles, and then from there across the front to the rope on my thighs. All of which was then pulled so tight that I couldn't move my legs in any direction.

The ball in the hankie gag, was back in my mouth by the time Nathan got ready to show me what treats he had in store for me this time which was, as he put it, "a mixture of pleasure and pain."

Pleasure I was sure was going to come from the feather duster, but as much as I rather getting to enjoy pain I really wasn't sure about the paddle the boy was holding in his other hand.

The paddle was clearly something Nathan had knocked up himself as it was shaped like a thin cutting board, with duct tape wrapped around one end to form a handle, and several holes drilled in it, at the business end which I as I was soon to discover was to make sure that I was going to feel it.

Just looking at that paddle was making my bum feel tense and it hadn't even been spanked for a couple of days by then so was clearly due something to make it all hot and stingy. Mind you I wasn't going to be seeing what he did with it as the next surprise was a blindfold.

In total darkness, I was left kneeling on the living room rug waiting for something to happen which turned out to be the feather duster being shoved into my arm pits for a load of tickling action that drove me wild even though, like I said, I'm not really that ticklish in my pits. This didn't last though as the next thing I knew was that once the duster left me the paddle went into action.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

It wasn't quite as painful as I'd anticipated no doubt due to the way that my bound up feet and all that rope was getting in the way of Nathan getting in any really good aim. Or perhaps it was down to the extra padding the pull up gave my bum. All the same it got me moving all right or at least as much as I could, struggling against the bonds that held me.

I won't bore you with details of what happened for the rest of that afternoon only to say that I was alternatively tickled with a feather duster until I was squealing with laughter into my gag and then having my bum paddled, until I was squealing for a totally different reason.

By the time it was all over there were tears running down my face from both these things while I was totally bathed in sweat for the same reasons. Then things got... well... different.

Okay, so that's a tease as nothing else happened. Nathan just untied me, let me get myself cleaned up and even use the toilet like a big boy, before I pulled on some shorts and we behaved like normal kids until the rest of my family came home. At that point Nathan went back to his place, as he was after all, only eleven so could hardly spend every day at our house doing stuff with me, no matter just how much he really wanted to.

So that was that for another day. Jake took over being in charge as there was no one else there but he really didn't do anything other than get me to do a few things like start the dinner and tidy up, which should have been his chores but I didn't mind doing them as at least I got to work the creeks out of my legs from being tied up for so long as who knew what the following day would bring. Well little Dean O'Malley did, as it was his turn to call the shorts.

I had the weirdest dream, where I was being picked on a cub scout pack in full uniform. They'd captured me, stripped me naked, tied me to a stake, and were thinking about ways to have their wicked way with me when I woke up with a raging nappy tent, that no one could have missed, let alone the ten year old boy who was standing in my doorway.

"Looks like you're all ready for a day's fun and games." Dean laughed, before suggesting that I have breakfast first while he got things ready.

Yes I know that sounds like I was in for more of the same sort of things that had been going on for the previous week or so, but little did I know at that time that Dean had some new ideas to try out, and was well on his way to getting another cub badge. Even if it was for one of the most unusual, and rather old fashioned things there was. So old fashioned that they didn't even make that particular badge anymore. Not that a little thing like that was going to stop a determined cub, obviously.

Breakfast was... well... breakfast, after which, still wearing my nappy and plastic pants, I returned to my bedroom with my cousin who appeared to be as much in the dark about what was going on as I was. "Any idea what Dean is going to do?" I asked flat out.

"At bit." he said, shrugging which rather implied that he had no clue, "What do you think he's going to do?"

"Spank me!" I suggested, as that is, after all, what tended to happen these days.

However right about then I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom, so clearly that wasn't going to be it, although I was sure I wasn't about to get a simple shower either. Something more was up than that, and I plundered through the list I had in my head of things that could be used to punish a boy of the age I'd got myself reduced to until I came up with something that sort of fit.

"Is he going to wash my mouth out with soap?" I asked.

Jake gave me a weird look: "Nope, that's for when you say bad words!"

"Well, whatever it is, I hope it happens soon as I hate just sitting here waiting." I said which proved to be some sort of cue as right then Dean came out of the bathroom and told jake to take my nappy off and then to bring me to the bathroom.

Now, given that I've already described how my night time nappy gets put on and taken off already several times I'm not about to type it all out again, so you'll just have to assume that everything that I spoke about before happened this time as well, or else just go back and read it from earlier and then come back when you're done.

So, anyway, once I was out of the nappy, Jake took me across to the bathroom, in the nude – that's me in the nude not Jake who was dressed – and as soon as I went in I knew what was going to happen, as there was a sink full of soapy water and hanging just above it, from the shower rail, was a deep red bag from which extended down a long red tube with a valve on it, and a round pointed end.

I think that both my mouth and Jake's dropped wide open as we both took in the details, including the small jar of Vaseline as we both remembered the time, several years ago by that point, when Jake had got himself all bunged up 'back there' and had been bent over his mum's knee while she emptied bulb full after bulb full of water into his bowels until he had been fixed.

For me, the shock was different. I'd never actually had one, but I heard about Jake, and had even seen the stuff that was now waiting for me, when I'd been routing around in my Aunt's things, but I'd never for one minute thought that I'd be getting one.

"That's right!" Dean confirmed what I was thinking a few seconds later, "You're going to get a couple of enemas to clean you right out and then you'll get a very special treat indeed."

"You can't!" the words caught me by surprise, as even though I'd had that thought myself, they'd actually come from the mouth of my cousin rather than mine.

"Yeah I can," Dean protested, "Vik said I was in charge of him so I can do what I want."

"But..." Jake started to say, before Dean made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

"You can help."

That totally stopped Jake in his tracks and things were on again, not that I'd ever thought anything different as was shown by the way I was pointing at Dean without using my hands.

Yeah that's right my willy was stiff, and from no better reason than the idea that a ten year old was about to shove an enema nozzle up my bum and fill me up with water. But then I always was a weird kid which is something that sure isn't going to come as a surprise to anyone reading this, so let's move on shall we?

Dean grinned as he glanced down at where I was saluting him, but it was eyes that were the biggest as I watched him take down the enema bag, and start to fill it to the brim with the warm soapy solution from the sink. When it was topped up, he screwed in the cap with the tube trailing out of it, and hung it back up where it had been before. Then, taking a towel from the rail, he sat on the closed lid of the toilet.

"Come over here Jono," he smiled, beckoning me with his finger, "Come and get your enema like a good little boy."

There was much irony in the way he said it, not least that I was actually taller than he was, but height doesn't seem to matter in situations like this, as I still walked over until I was standing beside him.

"You having fun?" he grinned so hard he nearly giggled, as my willy aimed itself at his face in a way that should have come with a warning about putting his eye out.

Despite everything that I'd already been through with the cubs I couldn't help but blush and even attempted to put my hands in front of myself, but of course, that never happened. A quick slap to my bum from Dean, soon sorted that out.

Dean looked down, making another remark about how excited I was, all the while staring straight at the tent post that was standing right up between my legs. "Shouldn't you have hair down there by now?" he asked, and I really couldn't answer that as I probably should have. I just didn't.

"Anyway," Dean got back to business, "Kneel down on the towel, and get ready for your enema."

I did as I was told, kneeling in front of the toilet, going down onto all fours, with my head down and my bum stuck up in the air. It was, after all, a position I'd been in several times already in the last few days so this was nothing new. Naturally though this meant I couldn't see what was going on behind me, but seeing that Dean then said to Jake that he could grease me up this time, it wasn't all that hard to work out that the tub of vaseline had been handed to my cousin.

Jake for his part, must have questioned what he was meant to be doing, for Dean had to give him some more instructions which went along the lines of putting a big lump of the lubricate on my bum hole as that's exactly what he did.

Tell the truth I loved the feel of my cousin's finger as it slipped around over and across my exposed little hole. Well, perhaps not so little anymore after all those days of sitting on my 'special' chair, but all the same it was all I could do not to reach down between my legs and rub a quick one out.

"Make sure you get some inside his hole!" Dean instructed.

"You mean put my finger in his bum?"

"Yep," Dean confirmed from his lofty position on the toilet seat, "That's the only way to do it."

Pressure was increased on my bum and within sections that little digit slipped right into my hole, until the rest of Jake's hand was pressed against my bum.

"Waggle it about a bit."

It was the weirdest sensation when Jake did that. Like having a small worm in my bum. However when it touched this one spot I couldn't help but give a little jump as a shock went right through me.

"That'll be his special place." mumbled Dean, although if he was talking to either of us, or to himself I can't be sure. What I do know is that Jake too it as his cue to remove his finger, which moved things along to the next stage.

Getting up from the toilet Dean took a couple of steps over to where the enema bag was hanging. Picking up the end of the hose trailing from it, he picked up white tipped nozzle, screwed it into the hose and then lubricated it before moving behind Jake.

From where he was standing Dean had a good look at me quivering on the floor as I awaited something to be inserted into my bottom. He also had a perfect view of my bum hole obviously, but also the back of my nuts in their sac which now hung down slightly beneath me. Of these things it was the latter he went for first.

I gave a gasp as Dean's small hand closed around nuts, which made my willy tremble, yet the reason for this most intimate of holds was apparently just to get me to spread my knees a little further, which I did, without saying anything.

The insertion followed just a split second later. The white nozzle going all the way up my bum in one swift, yet smooth motion until it was fully embedded in me.

"Make sure it stays there." Dean instructed and at first I thought he meant me, as I wondered just how I was going to do that, given the nozzle was so smooth and slippery that it was already starting to slide out. However, when it stopped moving I realised that he'd been talking to Jake who was now holding the nozzle in place, while Dean released the clam on the tube that would allow the water to flow.

A small cry escaped from my lips as the liquid started to go into me, in what seemed like a rush that started to give me a sensation of having a full belly, which made me squirm on the floor.

"Only half way. Keep still." Dean gave my bum a quick slap. Nothing painful just a reminder of who was in charge, as if I needed telling.

My eyes were closed by this point, and I wasn't really thinking about anything but the water that was rushing into me, so I missed whatever signal it was that passed between the two younger boys that made it okay for Jake to reach down between.

Three quarters of the bag was inside – so Dean told me – while Jake had my willy in his fist and was slowly, yet very effectively working it until he could feel it puff all the way up and jerk violently three or four times as the climax surged through my body, ending in a large sigh.

I was still a little bit dizzy from what had happened, as the bag finally emptied itself inside me, and Jake was instructed to remove the nozzle from my hole.

Startled to find myself so open back there I was pleased when Dean used his hands to push my bum cheeks together,to prevent leaks as he and Jake helped me up from the floor, and guided me over to the toilet where the seat was raised and I was allowed to sit down, to release what had only just gone inside me.

While I sat on the toilet getting my breath back, Dean went back taking the enema bottle down from the rail where it had been hanging, so he could rinse it out and fill it out once more ready for the second batch.

I was still slightly dazed from hand job I'd had, not to mention being extra relaxed from the enema itself, when Dean told me to get up so he could sit down. Of course Dean made sure I flushed the toilet first and even put the seat down for him, before he sat down just as he had done earlier, only this time he didn't drop the towel he had on the floor for me to kneel on, but kept it over his lap.

"Seeing as you look like a little kid, how about I give you your second enema over my knee?" he asked. I just shrugged though, as I didn't real know there was a difference, and it wasn't like I hadn't been over his knee before, so I just bent myself over and got ready for round two.

Dean took a few seconds to move me around into a different position to the one I had naturally taken up, that of a boy about to be spanked. Apparently when getting an enema, my body had to be further onto his knees than for a spanking, so that instead of bending over his thighs I was more or less on top of them, which did sort of trap my willy between my stomach and his leg, but was otherwise more comfortable for me as I could support myself on my feet and hands.

As before Jake's part in the proceedings was to dip his forefinger into the pot of vaseline and then to transfer that to my hole, while De held me in place. I made no sound this time, as I'd been expecting it. If not actually looking forward to it.

Once all the wiggling about in my bum hole had been completed, Jake's finger was removed, and once more the enema tube lined up on top of it, while Jake held my buttocks apart, as it slid in for a second time.

There was no surprise and no shock this time, just a pretty good feeling of something going into my bum which just like all the other times, I rather liked, and which made my willy go super stiff.

The water soon followed, which did cause me to move around a little so the water would go everywhere inside me. This caused my willy to rub against Dean's leg, in a way that had it coming back to life in a quick few seconds.

Soon the bag was empty for a second time, so Dean told me to keep still, which was really frustrating as I was getting close by then, but I had little choice but to do as I was told, once a couple of sharp smacks to my bare bum, reminded me where I was in this arrangement.

I don't know how long I lay there, naked, panting slightly with a stiff willy trapped underneath me and an enema tube still stuck up my bum but it was strangely soothing.

Dean must have been timing what he was doing for he broke into the middle of the seemingly aimless conversation he was having with Jake, to slip the tube out of my bum, and then once more holding my bum cheeks closed told me to stand up, so we could change places. The toilet lip being up, in my case obviously.

There followed a good five minutes of splashing and plopping noises which I'll assume I don't need to describe in detail as you can all imagined what that was like for all concerned. It certainly left me exhausted I can tell you that, but must have been a bit of a drain on the other two as well, as they didn't do anything else to me for the rest of the day.

"Today I think it's time that you got some fresh air," Vik told me as we finished up breakfast a day or so later.

Nothing much else had happened out of the ordinary since I'd had me insides cleaned out by a couple of ten year olds. Well nothing that wasn't out of the ordinary for me that summer anyway. Sure I'd worn nappies, plastic pants and mittens to bed and had no bedroom door so every could see that I was wearing them. I got bossed about by kids younger than me, and spent most of my time naked sitting on a chair with a peg up my bum. But, like I said, nothing out of the ordinary happened, until Vik Telkenov bought me some new toys to play with. Or rather that he could play with, on me.

I said nothing when Vik made his announcement as, well, there really wasn't any point as whatever stuff he had in mind was going to happen no matter what I said and I already had a pretty good idea what that was going to be from the way he'd dressed me.

Sure the clothes I had on were similar to how he'd dressed me on his last time in charge, but there were differences this time, especially as there were now sounds thanks to the tiny bells fixed the toddler harness I was firmly strapped into.

That's right, Vik had me in white leather harness like those they used to use to stop little kids from running away, in the old days. It had a big panel on the front, across my chest, with straps that ran off from each side at top and bottom, and another two that went up over each shoulder. All the straps then met up around the back to another similar plate, where they got buckled into each other, and then covered over by a flap that could be locked down. The bells were attached to the underside of the front panel, so that they would jiggle whenever I moved, and there were several large D shaped rings on various parts of the straps, the use for which I would find out later. Not that it took too much imagination to work out what they were for.

Other than the harness I was wearing pretty much what I had done the last time Vik had been there only now it was more of a full outfit, assuming you didn't count the lack of any actual trousers that is.

A nappy was underneath everything, naturally. One that while not as big and bulky as I had worn was still fairly sizable, and bigger than the one I'd had on all night. Plastic pants covered that in the usual way, before the ones covered that, with the snaps connecting it up between my legs. Finally little socks had been put on my feet, and then stuffed into a pair of t-bar sandals with straps that fastened into a buckle at the side, that was done up tight enough so that I wouldn't be able to get them off any time soon.

So that's how I was dressed while I eat breakfast. Not that I actually eat the breakfast myself, as Vik hadn't removed the mittens that were still strapped onto my hands, making them useless. Instead Vik had fed me, while I sat once more in the highchair set up in my Aunt's kitchen. A large plastic bib tied around my neck to catch all the bits that were dropped – and there was quite a bit – as Vik did the 'train going into the tunnel' thing with a small plastic spoon loaded with some mashed up cereal stuff that didn't really taste of anything.

Anyway, breakfast was done when Vik had told me where I was going to be spending the day, and I guess I should have been surprised or perhaps even outraged that he'd think about taking me outside dressed the way I was but truth was I really wasn't. I mean my Aunt's garden was pretty much sheltered, and anyway, I'd been outside wearing an awful lot less than what I now had on, so what was the worse that could happen? Well you'll see.

Nothing else was said after the announcement, Vik busying himself, cleaning up the breakfast stuff – at least this was something I didn't have to do while I was being a baby – washing up the stuff he'd used, before he even thought about getting me out of the highchair.

"Come on then, Baby Jono, let's get you out in the garden." Vik actually held out his hand for me to hold, just like I was a real toddler, and what is perhaps even odder is that I actually took hold of it as best I could with my right mitten.

The walk wasn't a long one, just through the kitchen, but all the same by the end of it the bells on the front of the harness were really starting to get on my nerves, with their constant jiggling, making me sound like a cheap Christmas ornament.

Soon we were through the small area where my Aunt keeps her garden shoes, along with Jake's boots, and such like, and out into the garden into what was rather a nice day. Warm but not too sunny, with one of those clear skies that you only get in the summer. The garden looked good. The grass was nice and short – but then I'd been the one cutting it – and the flowers were blooming nicely. However neither of those were the things Vik lead me towards. Instead I was heading directly for the washing line.

Now, I bet you're wondering what the washing line had to do with anything. But I guess I should tell you that it wasn't really a washing line as such. It was more of a big post set into the lawn from which a washing line could be stung. There was no line on it now. At least not one for washing, but one that was more of a dog leash. A twenty five foot long dog leash, and given there was a selection of toddler toys scattered around the bottom of the post, there was no prices for guessing what was going to be leashed to that post. Namely. Me.

The leash ended in a spring loaded clip that could be locked closed, which is exactly what it was, around the ring in the middle of the back of my harness.

"That will stop baby Jono from wondering off while he's playing." Vik informed as if I hadn't worked that out myself. What I hadn't reckoned on, was that Vik then left me alone out there with nothing to do but play with the toys he'd provided.

Time passed, but I've no idea how much as given that the inside of my Aunt's house didn't have any clocks, there were even less outside in the garden, but I busied myself playing as I was dressed, like a little kid. The toys were actually fun to play with, and had clearly been carefully chosen so that they wouldn't roll away from me or go out of my reach. Instead I just got to pretty much sit there a stack things on top of other things. Or push things through slots and stuff like that which was pretty much all I could do with the mittens on anyway.

Then I got the urge to have a poo.

It was about the time that the first cramp hit me that I realised I hadn't actually gone since earlier the previous day given that I didn't get that much chance to go, given I'd spent most of that day sitting on a peg, and I never fancied going in my night time nappy given that I'd have to spend all night in them. However, I soon realised that this would a good chance to go, as although I was still wearing nappies at least I had a good chance of getting them changed soon.

Even though this wasn't the first time I'd had a poo into a nappy, doing it outside, added that extra touch that made it all the more exciting and basically naughty.

As on the previous occasions I got myself up onto my knees, but soon changed that for a sort of crouch that could have possibly looked like I was having a poo into a bucket only there was no bucket there of course. My bare legs were bent and spread wide, as I leant back onto the washing line post for balance and pushed down to force out what I needed to expel.

Instant relief came over me as my nappy started to fill up. My willy got in on the act releasing the contents of my bladder to mix with the contents of my bowels, as the nappy stretched itself to the largest size it could reach inside the plastic pants and ones.

Once I'd finished I took a few seconds to catch my breath before I thought about calling for Vik to come and change me. However, just as I was about to do that, I heard the front door bell ring, so quickly changed me mind and remained silent until however had rung it left. Only it didn't quite work out like that.

I remained in the crouch position as I tried to listen to what was going on but from where I was around the back of the house I couldn't hear any conversation, but that didn't need to. Not once Nathan came walking around the side of the house right to where I was.

"Wow!" he said when he saw me, leathered by a leash to a clothesline post, which was odd as you would have thought that Vik would have told him what I'd be wearing, only Nathan was more interested in the harness than anything else, and probably would have spent ages examining it, had it not been for the smell.

"Damn, did you poo your pants?"

What could I say to that, as after all that's exactly what I had done. All the same Nathan clearly wanted to be sure as he then surprised me by reaching out and poking at the seat of my ones which confirmed everything for him and sent him off to get Vik.

The pair of them returned a few minutes later which I wasn't surprised about, however what I was surprised about was that they were carrying the changing mat and some clean nappies.

"You're going to change me out here?" I asked.

"Of course, why not." Vik said, laying out the mat on the grass beside me and told me to lie down on it, with my legs bent and raised so he could unsnap the poppers holding the ones closed.

The instant it was free the ones snapped back up showing the plastic pants underneath it, although Vik then told me to raise up my bum so he could lift it up a bit further out of the way, while he carefully removed the plastic pants.

The nappy itself came off next with an embarrassing squelching noise that made Nathan wrinkle up his noise even before the now free smell hit him once more. Still he was a cup so didn't say anything in front of his leader, as the relatively clean part of the nappy at the front was used to clean some of the less clean parts – I assume you don't want more detail than that – and then the entire thing was removed and probably blasted into the face of the sun for destruction.

For the next ten minutes or so I lay there, on the mat, naked from the waist down while Vik carefully cleaned me up with a stack of baby wipes which he moved around my bum and the front of my body, even using my willy like a handle to keep it out of the way, which naturally lead to an erection.

"We're going to have to do something about that?" Vik mumbled to himself as he continued, never once rubbing it in the way Dean and Jake would have done had they been there.

Once he was satisfied I was clean, out came the baby oil and then the cloud of baby powder before another nappy was put on me, along with a second pair of plastic pants, before the ones was fastened over it returning me to my previous state, albeit now with a stiff willy that I could do nothing about.

And that's how I remained for another unknown period of time during which I returned to playing with the toys, as there was nothing else to do, and I needed something to take my mind of my willy that had somehow got trapped in the folds of the nappy, pointing upwards in a way that wasn't totally comfortable.

Lunchtime was eventually called, when Nathan came out to unclip me from the clothesline and take me inside to once more sit in the highchair, for another round of being fed some sort of paste that had once been food, and liquid from a baby bottle that I had to suck on while Vik held it for me all the while he chatted away to Nathan as if feeding a thirteen year old was totally normal.

The meal over, I thought I was headed back out to the washing line, but instead, Nathan had some ideas of his own to do with the harness I was wearing and few extra bits of strap that he was carrying.

"Sit down here." He told me, as Vik laid out a rug in the centre of the lawn.

I did as I was told just as I did when I was instructed to fold my arms behind my back.

Kneeling down in front of me, Nathan took a strap with a clip at either end and a buckle in the middle, and reached around me. Each of the clips he attached to the strap holding one of my mittens on. This was still loose at this point that soon chanced as he released the buckle on the front and slowly tightened it. This effectively pulled each of my arms even further around my back, until my hands were close to coming around the opposing side of my body, at which point the buckle was fastened again.

At this point my arms were already pretty much immobile, but Nathan was forever the perfectionist when he was rendering me helpless, so he added two short straps to pinion my upper arms to the sides of the baby harness, so what little use I retained was removed still further. Then with my arms down, he moved onto my legs.

"Lie on your tummy." I was commanded by Nathan, but Vik soon saw that this wasn't entirely practical for me, now that I couldn't use my arms, so he helped me, by pulling me backwards, until I was on my back and then rolling me over until I was in the desired position.

Nathan went quickly to work with some rope, crossing my ankles over and then tying them together as many times as it took for the entire rope to be used up.

Taking another rope, which he doubled over, before tying it around my already bound ankles. The two loose ends were then taken up my back, over each of my shoulders and then threaded through a D ring attached to the baby harness. These ropes were then pulled tight so that my crossed feet were pulled further and further up my back, until my ankles were actually resting on my heavily padded seat.

"Go on. Try and roll over." I was dared, and I did try, only I couldn't. I should have been able to, and if I'd been wearing normal clothes then perhaps I would have done, but with a thick nappy between my legs, and the way my legs were bound, my knees just stuck out too far on either side of me, making it impossible for me to be anywhere but on my tummy.

"Good, just like a real baby." Vik congratulated his younger peer.

"See told you." Nathan beamed at his triumph before claiming his price. "SO can we use the thing now?"

Vik shrugged, "Sure why not?"

I had no clue as to what they were talking about, but soon found out when Vik popped back inside and gave something to Nathan, who without warning pop the bulb of what was clearly a baby's dummy into my mouth.

I wasn't totally shocked by this but what did surprise me was the size of the thing in my mouth. It was so small. Not only could I have easily have pushed it out with my tongue but I could even talk around it. That soon changed though.

"Just hold the face plate and turn." Vik instructed Nathan who did just that. Using one hand to press the face plate tightly against my lips, while the fingers of his other hand, picked up the ring on the front, and started to turn it in a clockwise direction.

At first nothing seemed to be happening, but then I quickly became aware of the dummy bulb getting larger inside my mouth until it totally filled it, making not just any chance of my pushing it out, impossible, but totally trapping my tongue so there was no chance I'd be talking in the near future.

"Good job!", Vik congratulated Nathan as they both stood up and looked down at my helpless form stuck on the rub just like a real baby. "Shame we can't keep him like that for a long time."

From where I was, I couldn't see Nathan's disappointment but it was clear enough when he pouted "Why not?"

"It wouldn't be fair leaving him all tied up like that."

"But..." Nathan stopped himself from explaining just how long I'd been hog tied before, just in case he'd have got himself in trouble although he did manage to get something out of it. "HOw long can we leave him then?"

"I don't know. Half an hour, maybe an hour."

"Two hours?"

Vik thought for a moment, "Not sure about that. Maybe an hour and a half."

"Yeah that'll be good, cos that will make it tea time, won't it?"

"I guess. Why?"

"Oh I've got some ideas that's all."

"Sounds good." Vik laughed, although I wasn't so sure, yet all I could do about it was wait and see what my little bondage master would come up with next.

Time passed slowly – or perhaps fast I have no idea – while I lay there with my arms wrapped around behind my back, and my legs all tucked up to my bum. Meanwhile my willy remained as stiff as anything, yet although I could do the tiniest bit of humping, that wasn't nearly enough to do get the sort of relief that I really wanted. There just wasn't enough motion, and the nappies were too thick for me to get any benefit out of it. Not that either of those things stopped me from trying of course.

The sun moved around the garden as I lay there, finally going behind the house, which if nothing else allowed me to watch the lengthening shadows crawl across the garden although then never actually reached me, as Vik and Nathan returned just as they were getting close.

"Tea time." announced Vik, while Nathan knelt down beside me and released the ropes holding my legs in place.

With a muffled groan of relief my legs straightened out – well as much as they could given they were still spread open by the nappy – the muscles relaxing as my ankles were untied.

My arms were left where they were, as was the dummy which wasn't the greatest of signs for what was to come, but I was allowed to sit up. I had to cross my legs in front of me so I could maintain my balance but that was clearly what Nathan had in mind as he was soon busy with the rope once more, expertly tying my crossed ankles together.

"Can you lift him off his bum, Vik?"

Vik could do just that, although he had trouble getting his hands under my arms enough to get a grip so instead just grabbed onto the harness straps going over my shoulders and picked me up that way.

As my bum was lifted from the rug, Nathan took the ends of the ropes from my ankles and slid them underneath me until they poked out the back, meaning I was sitting on them once I was lowered back down again.

At this point Vik and Nathan swapped places with Nathan going behind me to collect the ropes, which he now pulled tight. This pulled my ankles in closed to my body, as he bought the ropes up behind my back, threading them underneath my already fastened arms, to the big ring in the middle of my back that had previous attached me to the washing post. There he gave then a final pull to get the last of the slack out of them before tying them off.

"There that should keep Baby Jono out of trouble." he announced, and he was right. My arms were still securely immovable, my legs were now immobilized as well, and the dummy was still filling my mouth so I was going no where. Still at least it was a bit more comfortable.

I was left sitting upright and helpless, while the two cubs, fetched their supper out into the garden, setting up a table and two chairs beside me for themselves, before covering it with food that they were going to eat along with a tray of things that were clearly intended for me.

The boys eat first, finishing off the snacks they'd made before turning their attention to me, and the inflatable dummy that was keeping me quiet at their side.

Once removed, I only got the chance for a single sigh of relief before Nathan picked up the bowl of sludge that he was soon spooning into, and for that added laugh, right around my mouth for a more babyish effect.

A baby bottle followed, pushed into my mouth until I began to suck at the overly sweet liquid inside, until the bottle was completely empty.

Then when the meal was done – at least as far as I was concerned – the inflatable dummy was returned to my mouth, and I was told it was time for my nap. Only this nap I was going to have to have sitting upright, as neither of them made any move to change my position, just went back to stuffing their faces with a second round of food.

And that's pretty much how the day ended, at least as far as things I got to do. I just sat there until Nathan had to go home. Only then did I get released and only as Vik wasn't sure he'd be able to undo Nathan's knots so the eleven year old had to do it for him.

Once Nathan had left, so did any more of the tying me up stuff that he seemed to love so much. The harness was removed, so that Vik could take it back to his mum, but my clothes weren't changed. Instead they were added to, with a pair of shorts being pulled on to hide that I was wearing a ones, but not that I had a nappy on, as there was way too much of a tell-tale bugle for that not to be obvious, not that my Aunt and Uncle mentioned it when they came home. Jake did poke me in the bum to check, but at least he did that discreetly unlike pretty much everything else that he did.

I had an idea something was going on from the moment I saw all the cubs were waiting for me when I came back to my room after being allowed to use the toilet for the first time in days.

Yes, they were all there. All four of them, but it wasn't the eager looks on their faces that told me something was up, but rather that they were all dressed very formally in their full cub uniforms, that gave away something rather special was going to happen. But then this was going to be one of the last days I'd be staying in the country, living out all my fantasies of being bossed about by little kids, as I had to be back home in a day or two, so that I'd have time to get ready for when school started. Oh and it was a Bank Holiday as well.

Now for those of you that don't know the last Monday in August is a public holiday in the UK, and being the only national holiday when the weather has the slightest chance of being good, tends to see a lot of events like parades, fetes, donkey darby's and the like going on all over the country. Clearly there was something like that going on in the village where I was staying too, which would explain the boys being dressed up so smart. All I had to do was work out just where I fitted into it.

There were some clues as to what was going to happen. The first being that I'd been allowed to go to the toilet in an actual toilet, rather than something I was wearing, but clearly that wasn't going to last for long, as a large neatly folded cloth nappy was laying on the bed along with the plastic pants.

"I bet you're wondering what's going on aren't you Baby Jono?" Vik announced like he was reading my mind, "Well today the cub are marching through the village, so we need to make sure you're comfortable for the entire day as once we leave we won't be able to change you and we didn't think you'd want to spend the entire day tied up on your special chair."

Nathan gave a snort at that last bit, pretty much confirming that it had been his idea – not that I'd have thought anyone else would have come up with it. Well perhaps Dean as he liked me being on the peg, but the tie up stuff was pure Nathan. Anyway, thankfully that wasn't going to happen, although I still didn't know what was as Vik didn't say any more just told me to get up onto the changing mat so he could put the nappy on me.

Did I mention I was naked when I came out of the bathroom? Well I was, btu that no longer bothered me around the cubs as, after all, they'd seen it all so many times by then, so I just walked over to my bed, turned around, and sat on the plastic mat. Then, slipping slightly backwards, I eventually lay down with my legs all propped up ready for the nappy to go on.

However, the procedure didn't go in exactly the same way as it had so many times over that summer for now there were a three extra steps that had got mixed in with the baby oil and the baby powder, none of which I was allowed to see, just feel due to the way the cubs gathered around me, especially Jake, leaning over my chest from either side, which also prevented me from getting up.

Not surprisingly, I guess, everything took place down between my legs. The first felt like something was being dragged over my skin down there, while the second led to someone – probably Vik – doing something to my willy, while the third had Dean's fingerprints all over it as it involved something being pushed into my bum hole.

Thankfully it wasn't a very big thing, at least not to start with, so I barely noticed it, but then it started to get bigger, and bigger, and I made my feelings plain that I wasn't so keen on what was happening. Not that it made any different of course, but it did stop getting bigger so that was something.

Once the expanding in my bum hole finished, the cubs backed off a bit and I finally got to see what they'd been up to. the first clue coming from the safety razor Vik was holding, telling me I'd lost any and all of the wispy pubes that had started to grow at the base of my willy. Those weren't going to be much of a loss as, honestly, you'd have needed to be looking pretty close at me down there, to have seen them in the first place. the same though couldn't be said about the thing that had been added to my willy.

A slightly curved clear slender plastic tube had been slide over my willy and fastened somehow behind my nuts so it wouldn't come off. The reason for this wasn't all that obvious until the fact all the boys were staring at my now imprisoned willy started to make it go stiff. Only it couldn't. There just wasn't room inside that tube for it to get any bigger, any longer, or indeed any harder.

"It will stop you getting stiff." explained Vik somewhat needlessly, but then so was the way he waggled the tube about to show that it wouldn't come off. "So you won't have any more accidents."

"You can still wee though." added Jake as some sort of comfort.

"There's a plug in your bum too." Dean piped up reaching between my still upraised legs to give it a wiggle, that just made my willy want to get stiff even more.

"Now we can get your nappy on." Vik pushed the other back and normal service was resumed once more, as the cloth nappy was bought up between my legs, and pinned firmly in place to those parts coming up over my hips.

A pair of plastic pants were handed to him, so Vik told me to lift my "Botty" up, before he pulled them over my feet, up my legs, and around my waist, where he preceded to tuck the nappy fully in.

The next instruction I received was to sit up so a new ones could be put on me, which I did, holding up my arms so they could be guided into the sleeves and then the tight bottle green garment rolled down my torso. When it was at y waist, I had to lie down again, and raise my bum up, so it could be pulled underneath and the popped closed between my legs, over the nappy and plastic pants.

Socks came next. These weren't the same as I'd worn before looking rather like old fashioned school socks, being grey and coming up almost to my knee, where there were turned down and held in place by elastic garters that were mostly under the fold, but for a little tab of green that hung down on the outside.

Naturally enough shoes followed. A pair of brown sandals with a buckle on the side, and a single strap that fastened with a buckle on the side. These had to be put on with a shoe horn as they were quite small on me, yet still they were buckled tightly by Nathan, not that they had any chance of coming off.

Next came a surprise. I was actually going to wear trousers. Well shorts, but that was something I hadn't worn in weeks, so was really something of a treat. Not that the shorts were anything special. Just plain grey with an elasticated waist. There was no pockets, and no fly zip, but then I didn't need either of them as I still had the mittens on, and was wearing a nappy.

The shorts just got pulled on over my shoes, and then up to my waist, where the elastic band held them in place quite securely even though it was higher up than my actual waist, given that it had to be above the bulge made by the nappy and plastic pants.

Finally a cap was put on my head, with the peek over my eyes, which was a little strange, but then so was the entire outfit I'd been put into. None of it made sense. At least not until I caught sight of myself in the reflection of a glass door, on the way to breakfast, which not just explained the point of what I was wearing but my Aunt's reaction to it.

"Oh he looks so cute like that. I'm sure you boys are going to win the prize."

Apparently every year the village had a fete on the August Bank Holiday, and during that fete they had a sort of costume parade and every year all the local groups entered in order to get the prize. This year it was the turn of Vik's troop and they were doing a play on that 'cub' was the name of baby animals, with a 'Baby Cub' and you can guess just who that was going to be, can't you? Oddly though, the penny still hadn't dropped inside my head, not even when I saw myself all decked out in a babyish version of the same cub uniform the boys were wearing.

That's right I was finally wearing a cub uniform, albeit a somewhat old fashioned one that still featured shorts, and of course a ones rather than a jumper, but then the ones was in the scout colours, and even had pack badges on the sleeves, and the chest. The cap that had been pushed onto my head was an old cub one, green with yellow pipping on it to complete the look of a new cub. All that was missing was the kerchief and woggle.

"Time for some breakfast before we set off." Vik continued to be in charge, but he was open to suggestions as Nathan was about to prove.

"We forgot the harness. There's nothing stopping him from eating in them."

"Guess not," conceded Vik, but he needn't have bothered for Nathan was already on his way to my bedroom to get them. When he came back, he then made short work of putting my arms into them. Pulling the straps around behind my back, and fastening all the buckles, until I was tightly fastened into them.

I eat something mashed up, followed by a baby bottle of milk that was a little too warm, while sitting in the highchair, with a bib around my neck to protect my uniform. Naturally I didn't feed myself, but the cubs took turns doing it, as Nathan had clipped the buckles on my mittens to the front of the harness, under the bib, so they were trapped by the table tray, in place. Thankfully Vik stopped everything from getting too messy.

After breakfast was done, the tray was removed from the highchair so it could be cleaned but I was left sitting in it, as the boys cleaned everything up in their neat co-operative way that made them all good cubs.

When everything was done, the bib was removed and replaced by a traditional cub kerchief, fastened with a woggle. This being slipped over my head, until it dangled down in front of me. I was then told that they had a surprise for me out in the storeroom at the back of the house, and would I like to see it?

Truth was I wasn't sure if I did or not. One the one hand, I knew it was going to be something I probably wasn't going to enjoy all that much, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder what it was. Still, even more obviously I didn't really have any choice in the matter as I was hardly going to go anywhere else, dressed as I was.

The storeroom was actually a garage but without a car, as my Uncle's car was much too large to actually get in there, so instead the space was just used for anything that wouldn't fit in the house. Or in this case, for things that had been dropped off, ready for use. On me.

Beside them was a large old fashioned traditional pram that had once been a dark navy blue but which had been repainted recently in bottle green, and which featured the scout crest on both sides as well as the front. A rain cover was fitted over the top, with attached bags, used for shopping or carrying supplied were hanging underneath the main carriage above the heavily sprung metal wheels with their solid tyres.

"Can you guess what we're going to do with this?" Vik asked, and as weird as it probably sounds I actually couldn't.

"We made it specially for the fete, and we all helped, so that you'll be as comfortable as possible."

Suddenly the penny dropped. They were going to put me in the pram and leave me in it all day. Surely that wouldn't work. Would it?

As I soon discovered, when Vik removed the rain covered and I got to look inside. At the foot end of the pram a hole about eighteen inches [50 cm] wide had been cut, that would allow my legs to stick out of the bottom end. What's more, the interior of the pram had been fitted out with a range of leather restraining straps that were clearly attached to frame, with the sole purpose of holding the occupant in place. That occupant being me.

I really didn't like the look of this one bit but before I could think about it took much, let alone say anything Vik said that at least I should try it out for size, and before I knew what was happening, he had hold of my upper body, while the rest of them were swinging my legs up and around into the pram.

Vik continued to hold me still while I was lowered into the pram, with Jake and Dean pushing my feet through the hole cut in the end, and then holding me there while Nathan bend my legs at the knees so that me feet were underneath the pram. Holding them there, he buckled straps I hadn't seen before around my ankles, so that they were secured there, with another strap going around my legs, just under my knees, so that my legs were totally immobilized.

Things went pretty much in a rush after that. Vik settled my upper body into the pram, while turned out not to be totally flat, as the head top section was raised slightly up. A strap quickly came over my waist, and buckled in place like a seat belt. Meanwhile my arms were pushed down on either side of the pram's sides, where short straps were quickly buckled around my wrists and upper arms, so that I wouldn't be able to move them.

By the time all that was done, Nathan had stood up from securing my ankles and took over attaching further restraints to the harness he'd buckled me into in the kitchen. One attached to the front of each of my shoulders, going over to the top corners of the pram. More came from either side, to fasten onto the D rings on the harness, until I didn't even have the slightest bit of wriggle room. A final strap, with thick wide padding for safety, came up through the base of the pram, around my neck, making sure I wouldn't be able to lift my head.

Now if you're thinking why didn't I protest while this was going on. I would have but for one not so small factor. That of the inflatable dummy having been pushed into my mouth by Vik, while the others were strapping me in. This he made sure to expand in my mouth until there wasn't a sound I could make, while Nathan went around me tightening every strap until I was totally unable to move.

"Right, are you comfortable Baby Cub Jono?"

I couldn't answer of course, so I did the only thing that I could which was to trash around or at least try too. In fact all I did do was rock the pram a little bit on its springs, while gurgling incoherently into the dummy that filled my mouth.

The cubs were so pleased with themselves, that their smiling faces threatened to swallow the rest of their heads. Yet still I hadn't figured out their plan. So far all I'd come up with was that they were going to leave me stuck in the pram in the storeroom, or perhaps out in the garden. The truth through was a lot more than that.

Have you worked it out yet? Yeah,that's right. They were going to take me into the village as their entry for the fete.

If you're wondering why I hadn't thought of that yet, well the reason was simple even though I couldn't see it, I knew that my bare legs were sticking out of the pram and would be clearly visible underneath, which would make people wonder what was going on. However, they'd thought of that, as that's what the shopping bags were for.

The bags were bottle green like the rest of the pram, and my onsie, that being cub colours. They slotted onto the pram's handlebars, sliding all the way down towards the body of the pram which totally hid my knees from view. Likewise, banners giving the troop name were hung from the sides and front of the carriage to hide the rest of my immobilized legs. Of course people could still see me inside the pram. But not until the cubs were ready.

The pram had a cover which had earlier been removed so I could be put inside, was no re-attached. Spread out over my helpless form, and fastened with securing clips around the top edge of the pram so it was spread out over me. The hood of the pram was raised and locked into place, with a flap on the cover coming up at the front, so that the only way people would be able to see me inside was if they peered right inside. While all I could see out was a narrow stretch of sky, along with an awful lot of pram interior, all of which smelt of a mixture of plastic and babies.

The End