Chapter 1
The Offer

"You've got to help me Ben. How else am I going to know what to do at the hospice."

Ben Jacobson always enjoyed his elder brother begging for his help. Not that Jason would actually need it as the sixteen year old was pretty much perfect at everything he did, as far as his family were concerned and, quite frankly, Ben would have helped him anyway but it was fun to pretend otherwise.

"Why me?" he asked, having spread out across the living room sofa, as if he'd been dumped there from a great height. "I helped you last time when you did that stuff with the bandages?"

"My First Aid course?" sighed the older boy, making his forehead crinkle up. "The one I had to pass before Mrs. Prankhurst would agree to me doing work experience at St. Cecil's?"

Ben nodded, trying his very best not to grin, but mostly failing, in a very cheeky way.

"Yeah that. Oh and that time you put my arm in that plaster and I got to use it like a bat?"

He did laugh then, until he got a reminder their Mum was also in the room.

"Wait. Is that what happened to that ballet figurine my great aunt gave me? You know the one that FELL OVER even though you swore you were no where near it Benjamin?"

"Erm. Maybe!" her youngest son mumbled, his sweet young face, with the full lips, gradually going red enough to highlight all the pesky freckles he swore blind didn't exist, but which made him look so very much cuter than any thirteen year old had a right to be.

For his own reasons, Jason need to change the subject away from the rather poorly thought out game of indoor arm cricket, but wanting to keep his little brother very much in the centre of frame.

"Ben will be doing a good deed if he helps me out, Mum," he said, laying it on about as thickly as he could, with great effect. "Just think of all those sick kids I'll be able to look after properly once I've had some practise."

"The first born makes a good point," interjected Mr. Jacobson, making his first contribution to the conversation from the relative safety of the adjoining kitchen, giving Jason an extra boost to his plan.

"And it's not as if I'll be performing surgery on him, Mum. They won't let me do that for ages yet," he smiled to show he was joking. "Just some practise for my work experience. Then, if I like it, and I'm good at it, I can apply for medical school, as soon as I've done my A levels, in two years."

Becoming a doctor was the plan Jason had been pursuing since he was about his brother's age. It hadn't included a time at the local hospice, where the girl he'd met on his First Aid course worked. Not that she was the sole reason for the change in his plan. But it wasn't a coincidence either. Just one he didn't actually mention, in case his parents got the wrong idea. Even if it was mostly the right idea.

"So you're going to be a nurse then?" Giggles quickly overcame Ben, not so much that he thought his joke was all that funny but more to do with Jason's fingers digging into both sides of his slender ribs, through his t-shirt, in an attempt to tickle him to death. All done whilst continuing to have a serious conversation with their parents.

"In some respects I will be like a nurse, only without performing any medical procedures, making the kids' lives as comfortable as possible. But, I need to know what I'm doing first, or else they won't let me do anything as, like Mrs. Prankhurst said, I've never even changed a nappy before."

Ben giggled at the idea, only to have to live through far more detail about his own potty training from his Mum, than a teenager needed to hear. The highlights of which included several accounts of soiled clothing, and his Mum going on about how cute he looked waddling about as a three year old with a big padded bottom.

"MUM!" he protested at that point, a little too loudly, leading to the "inside voice" lecture from his Dad, who to make things worse, ended that up by directly quoting Jason. "Boys your age don't wear nappies for fun or to look cute, Benjamin. They wear them because they have to. Because they are sick."

Ben knew this of course, Jason having mentioned it more than once, but that didn't stop the idea of a teenager like himself being dressed as a baby being funny, and yet, at the same time, slightly exciting too. Thankfully no one could see the reason he crossed his jean clad legs, listening to the rest of Jason's speech on the matter. Again.

"I need to be able to show the nurses, and Mrs. Prankhurst, that I can change the older boys nappies without sticking pins in them, or having their nappies fall off. Otherwise, I won't get the credits I need to help me get into medical school. Plus Ben, all the other staff are female, which has to be extra embarrassing for the boys your age. How would you like a girl undressing you, and wiping your bottom?"

To be truthful Ben wasn't sure what he felt about that. It would be embarrassing to be seen naked and helpless but, on the other hand… he needed to cross his legs some more even as Jason asked for his help once more.

"Of course, if Ben is going to be my patient then I'll have to do everything for him, as he won't be able to do anything for himself."

"You mean you'll be my slave," Ben suddenly realised with a massive teeth filled grin. "I'll do it."

"Good boy," his Dad told him, ruffling the brown hair that covered Ben's head, while Mum wanted to give him a hug, but there were limits to how much Ben could put up with in one day and retain his teenage dignity. Meanwhile Jason said he'd get the things from the car, so they could get started, which led to an obvious question from Ben.

"What if I'd said no?"

The parents laughed, Dad answering, "We all knew you were going to say yes, eventually. You could never resist a challenge could you?"

There was more laughter as Mr. Jacobson pantomimed his right arm being stiff, and swung it at an imaginary ball, towards where a certain figurine had once stood. All done behind his wife's disapproving look.

"Upstairs or downstairs?" asked Jason when he returned carrying two large plastic bags from the local medical store.

Mum voted for the living room suggesting they could move the coffee table, and roll up the rug. Or that Dad could anyway. "It will be just like when you were a baby Benny!" she said, which did rather send Ben running for the stairs, before that could happen.

It wasn't until a few minutes later as he watched Jason spreading a large towel over his bed, and set a range of items around it that Ben actually asked what it was he had to do.

"Nothing," came the reply, "Just lie on the bed and let me do everything. Some of the kids at the hospice can't move by themselves that much, if at all, so they need help getting dressed and undressed, so I will need to practise that as well."

Sounded good to Ben, being at the age when doing nothing was always a preferred option, and seeing as laying in bed was one of his favourite hobbies, he wasted no time in sitting on the end of his brother's bed, as directed and then laying back, with his hands behind his head. He did, however, fidget a little when Jason, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

"Just relax." he was told, Jason adopting a version of the soothing voices doctors often use, as he unfastened his little brother's jeans and then started to rock the thirteen year old from side to side, in order to work the denim from beneath the rounded bottom, and down his legs.

Naturally, Ben was wearing boxers, like any boy his age. The centre of which wobbled slightly as he was undressed, raising up beneath the central point, making the flush return to his face when his brother mentioned it. Telling him not to worry about it. That a lot of the boys got erections when they were changed. It was all perfectly normal. Adding, that it wasn't as if Jason hadn't seen it before, having been the one to instruct Ben just how much fun an erection could be a few years earlier. Something which Ben had then passed on Charlie Walker, his much better endowed best friend. Yet this information, although true, did little to lessen the boy's blush, as his boxers were pulled down exposing him completely.

Being three, nearly four years apart the brothers had seen each other naked for most of their lives. At least until recently when, Ben had become rather shy about exposing himself. At least to his family. With friends he was less shy as there were comparisons to be made. Comparisons in which Ben didn't always measure up as much as he would have liked. Not that there was anything actually wrong with his development. It just wasn't as fast as some of the other third years, and indeed his best friend.

To Jason though, observing with medical intent, as well as brotherly interest, Ben looked fine. His penis was maybe a touch undersize, although clearly working perfectly, judging by the way it was solidly pointing upwards, and quivering. Testicles were hairless, yet hanging down slightly between Ben's spread open legs, and there was something that would requite Jason's attention before he could put his thirteen year old brother into a nappy.

"COLD!" the boy shrieked at Jason's first mistake.

"Sorry should have warmed it up first. Won't happen again."

The second time was indeed better. Much better for Ben who rather enjoyed the feeling of the cream being applied around his genitals. He even recognised the smell although from just where he wasn't sure, until it came to him in flash.

"Dad's shaving foam!"

"Mine actually." corrected Jason, not that he shaved all that often which Ben probably would have pointed out had he not had other things on his mind. Such as why shaving foam was being spread between his legs.

"It's so your pubes…" Jason paused to correct himself, into more formal language, "I mean your pubic hair, doesn't clump together."

Naturally Ben knew exactly how many hairs he had down there, and could reason they were hardly likely to clump together given the way they were spread around the top of his penis, but this wasn't an argument any boy was likely to make so he settled with wondering why they would clump in the first place.

"When you wear a nappy a lot, or all the time, a boy's pubic hair can become tangled in all the creams and oils that are used to keep his skin healthy, so it becomes easier, and more hygienic if they are removed. More comfortable too, apparently."

Ben still wasn't convinced. Not totally. Like every boy he knew that getting hairs under his arms, or on his chest, legs and upper lip were a sign of becoming an adult. Not that Ben actually had hair in any of those places, but he did have some between his legs. Just. And even though he knew, they would grow back, perhaps stronger and thicker, was little help, even though Jason knew about stuff like that. Being medical and everything. So perhaps that was true. Ben could only hope they'd grow back fast, and told Jason to be careful.

He was, of course. Ben barely feeling anything as his body became totally hairless once more. The cooling of the foam, even relaxed his erection slightly, although having Jason moving it from side to side, quickly countered that leading to a repeat of the "It's only natural" lecture, which Ben knew, yet didn't make it any less embarrassing.

Looking up Ben focused his gaze on the bumps in the Artex ceiling, counting them to himself as the shaving moved on to wiping, as if he'd wet himself. The idea of which just gave him too many funny feelings, as did the tickling of the wipes being used on his testicles, and down towards his bottom.

"Okay, that should do!" Jason announced re-sealing the packet he'd been using, just as Ben reached number four thousand, six hundred and forty-three in ceiling bumps. "I'll do some powder next. Sorry it's the stuff for babies so it's going to smell a bit funny. St. Cecil's use an unscented version but I couldn't get any of that in the shop."

It turned out the smell wasn't the only difference between the two types of powder, when what was intended to be a light sprinkle turned out to be more of a dump.

"Whoops!" Jason laughed at the mushroom cloud that came up from where he'd just filled in Ben's belly button. "That's too much. I can fix it though."

Probably he should have scooped some of the powder up, but being as inexperienced as he was Jason Jacobson assumed he could just rub all the powder in. He did. It just took quite a long time, and he had to go beyond the normal limits, so that by the time he was done, Ben rather looked like he was wearing a pair of white trunks, that covered nothing.

Raising himself up onto his elbows, Ben looked down with wonderment at the ghostly appearance of his normally semi-private parts. His testicles all but invisible in their make up, while his penis, raised itself up from the snowstorm of his pubis, with just the pink of the crown, cowering inside his foreskin, giving any colour to the tundra between his legs. It was all rather like the time he and Charlie Walker had used florescent pens to make their eight year old willies glow in the dark. One yellow, one orange. It had been days before anyone noticed although the scrubbing that had followed had been much less fun. It had still been worth it, for the night time sword fighting, and all the other things they got up to that weekend, and since, including them both wearing Charlie's mostly discarded pull-ups which is what Ben was expecting to be wearing now, five years later. Only that wasn't the case.

The nappy Jason had chosen for him looked enormous, but there was a reason for that.

"They do use training pants, at St. Cecil's," Jason went back into instruction mode, "but only on the boys who can change themselves and have the option of using a toilet. Those that can't – which will be the ones I am helping – tend to wear cloth nappies like this one, along with plastic pants, as they are easier for other people to put on them, especially if they can't stand up for long periods of time. Speaking of which I'm going to lift your legs up Ben, so I can slide this under your bottom. Remember you don't have to do anything."

Ben remembered but that didn't stop it from feeling really weird to have his ankles lifted into the air, or to end up with his feet high above his head, and his knees on either side of his face as he was rolled into a ball on the bed.

A quick glance across to the mirror on his brother's wardrobe confirmed what he already knew, that he was now totally exposed. Not just the front bits that had been for nearly half an hour, but the back bits too. The cold draft that was insistently blowing across his anus, confirmed this to be the case as well.

Thankfully, he wasn't like that for long, yet it was long enough for Jason to make two observations. One being his brother was keeping up with his cleanliness, and the second being the slightly puffiness around the small hole itself, confirming Ben and Charlie Walker were still up to their old tricks.

Soon though Ben's legs were back being the lowest part of his body again. Now though there was something a lot softer under his bottom, with a raised, even thicker section in the middle.

"It's a soaker pad." Holding one up for his brother to see, Jason explained what it was for. "With the older boys we have to put on in there, as the bigger boys obviously wee a lot more than babies, especially if they are addicted to drinking Coke instead of water."

"Pepsi." corrected Ben, "Wait! Do you want me to wet myself like a baby?"

Jason smiled, "Well, to tell the truth it would be helpful if you did, but you don't have to if you don't want to. In any case, you'd better wait until I've got the plastic pants on first, as I've got to sleep in that bed tonight."

A smile on his face, Ben screwed up his eyes, and made out like he was trying to do just that causing Jason to reach between his legs and pull the front of the nappy up over the snow white privates before anything could happen.

"Oh no you don't, you little scamp!" he laughed, pressing down rather harder than he needed to, on Ben's groin, as he reached for one of the pins. "If just one drop comes out before you're all done up, I'll pin your willy closed, so you can't wee ever again."

"Wouldn't dare." shouted Ben, his eyes flicking open. The thirteen year old quickly changing his mind when he saw the size of the safety pin though, turning instantly into a boy size statue, as the sides of the nappy were bought around his hips, to be placed on top of the central part, to which they were then pinned.

His deep brown eyes watching, Ben held his breath as Jason carefully pushed the pointy bits of the pins through the thick cloth, only daring to sigh once the metal appeared again, without any traces of red much to Jason's amusement.

"I'm nowhere near you," he joked, slipping the caps onto the ends of the pins, twisting them until there was an audible click that Ben asked about.

"These are special safety pins that can't be opened without a little key. It's one of the ways the St. Cecil's staff can stop the kids from taking their own nappies off and running around naked."

Ben laughed, imagining a scene of chaos, "They do that, then?"

"Oh yes. Some of the mentally handicapped kids do, although they are your size and age, they still have the minds of little kids to whom that sort of thing would be normal. Little kids like that having little or no modestly, unlike you Benny boy."

Ben corrected his name, but Jason was still talking and pretended not to hear it.

"Mind you, there are other boys at St. Cecil's who'd do it just for fun, which is while you will find some of the clothing they have is a little different both from that normally worn by a teenager, and a baby. Being a bit of both."

While he was talking, Jason pinned up the second side of Ben's nappy, before double checking everything was correct. Then, finding his work a little wanting he did a lot of it again. This time pulling the cloth even tighter around his brother's body, both over his hips and up between his legs. Ben's gasp giving him an idea he had it right, before pinning it all back up again.

"How's it feel?" he asked, "Not too tight, is it? Be honest now. Don't mess about, as I've got to know if I've got it right."

To his credit, Ben spent a few minutes thinking about how the nappy felt. It was surprisingly comfortable. A bit like being all wrapped up in a big fluffy towel after a warm bath. Only more so. He still had an erection, which may have meant something or may not have, given how often he tended to have erections so he didn't mention that, thinking the thick cloth would hide it, which it didn't. Not really.

Once the verdict was given, Jason moved on to the next stage which involved a white pair of almost cleat plastic pants, with wide bands of elastic around the waist and leg openings, that didn't look any bigger than a standard pair of swimming trunks. Bigger than briefs, but not as big as boxers and which Ben seriously doubted would fit over the bulk that was now pinned around his middle section.

"They have to be tight, so they don't leak." he was told as the elastic started to grip onto his thighs, Jason having worked them without issue over his feet and up to his knees, "Can you lift your bottom up so I can get them underneath."

Ben could. But he didn't, choosing that moment to remind his brother he'd said some of the boys he would be looking after couldn't move. At all. Jason wasn't impressed.

"Did I mention," he said, continuing to pull the plastic pants upwards, "That when the boys at the hospice don't do what they are told, they get spanked."

He hadn't. At least not when Ben was actually listening, so it was no surprise his brother didn't believe sick, handicapped and terminally ill kids would be subject to corporal punishment.

"Sounds a bit cruel I know, but remember, despite their size some of them are really only little kids in big kid bodies, and being slapped when they are naughty is one way little kids learn what is right and what is wrong. Of course, being bigger, they sometimes need more than a tap to get that through to them. Like Dad did with us." He paused, correcting himself, "Well, you!"

Having made his brother laugh, Jason struggled even more than he had been to get the waistband of the plastic pants over the top of the nappy, so it was tight against Ben's skin with a snap.

"Hey, ow! That hurt, and anyway Dad never spanked me, much. Maybe once or twice that's all, when I was little."

"Yeah right!" scoffed Jason remembering it so very differently. "More like weekly when you were a terrible two, and even more during the more trouble threes. Not to mention the stupid sevens and the naughty nines. Then there was the…"

Ben quickly interrupted, "Okay, okay, Mr. Goody-two-shoes. I guess Dad never spanked you then?"

"Yeah sometimes. When I was really little. Mum too."

That was news to Ben. "Mum?"

"Yeah got a few stingers from our mother, mostly when you were driving her mental as a baby."

"Wait. That's not my fault. If I was a baby?"

He smiled, "Oh I was never too sure you weren't doing it on purpose just to get me in trouble. That's what little brothers do, apparently. Now roll over a second."

After giving his brother a look that couldn't have been put into words without using all the swear words their mum didn't like him using, he turned onto his stomach, staying there until he felt the waistband tighten followed by a click like a lock closing at which point he looked back over his shoulder to ask what Jason had done.

"I've locked the plastic pants."

"Why? Why do they have a lock on them? And where?"

He couldn't see even when Jason pointed at it, as the lock was little more than a small ring, that could be turned to bring in the slack of the waistband, and then folded in on itself behind a catch that needed two hands to release it . It was in a place where Ben would never be able to reach, certainly not with both hands, at once. All of which led to one rather obvious conclusion.

"Guess I'm not meant to take them off, Right?"

"That's right. And speaking of which there's something else I need to practise putting on you as well. Sit up for a minute."

This was no longer an easy thing for Ben to do. There had to be four inches of nappy forcing his thighs apart, preventing him from getting his legs together which made turning over and sitting up really tricky. Especially the sitting part. The only way he could do it was like he had back in infants, with his legs spread wide and then bent back at the knees so his ankles could cross over.

"Weird!" he said, as he rocked himself into position, only he wasn't talking about his new sitting arrangement but what Jason was now taking out of one of his bags.

Made from sturdy white leather and strong metal buckles emerging from a semi-circular pad featuring the St. Cecil's crest, it looked like four belts all joined together by brass rivets and heavy stitching. Jason called it a Safety Harness but Ben recognised it for what it really was, an oversized toddler's harness used to keep little children under control in days gone past.

"Some of Mrs. Prankhurst's ideas are a little old fashioned, but apparently this one really works," Jason said as he spent a few seconds working out what went where. Eventually he asked Ben to hold his arms out, like a zombie, and the harness went on like a coat, only from the front. Working out that the semi-circular pad went on the chest the rest was easy as the shoulder straps were slid up his brother's arms.

He then went behind to bring the remaining straps under Ben's arms, just below the pits, with a second set, slightly lower down, buckling them all into the panel at the back where they all went under a fold away cover that itself was fastened down with strong pop studs so that all that remained visible was a single large ring.

"Comfortable?" he asked when he was done making a few adjustments, shortening some straps, while making a few others longer, until the harness was sitting correctly on Ben's body.

"Feels weird!" came the reply, which was fair enough as Ben hadn't worn anything like it before and it was clearly going to take some getting used to, especially the way the harness moved with him, like it was part of him. The leather was soft, well worked, and supple, even a bit stretchy, so there was no pinching or pulling on his shirt, yet at the same time it was clearly strong enough that it wasn't about to break, giving Ben a sense of being trapped. Something that became even more apparent when he attempted, to reach any of the fastenings holding the harness, and failing on every attempt.

When he was done watching his brother wriggling about, like a dog chasing his tail Jason, was satisfied that everything was fastened properly, but just to be certain he asked Ben to stand up and walk around the bedroom.

Sliding to the end of the bed, Ben had to push himself up onto his feet with his hands, wobbling a little bit from the new experience of not being able to totally close his legs, reducing his normal gangling gait, to that of a waddle.

"Is the nappy comfortable? Do the plastic pants chaff anywhere?"

It was, and they didn't, not even when Ben performed a few star jumps in an effort to get the nappy to fall off. The rustling of the plastic on his every step was apparently normal, and so was the way the plastic pants didn't hide the nappy.

"They're not meant to. All they are there for is to stop leaks. Anyway most of the kids that wear them don't care if anyone knows they are wearing nappies. They have other things to worry about, you know, like dying."

The explanation made Ben feel a little guilty about complaining, as he stood in front of the mirror, admiring the definition of his lean body, including what appeared to be the start of a six-pack even if that was cut off, by the wide waistband, cutting across him, level with his belly button. The rest didn't actually look that bad. Padded out, certainly, with an extra inch or so added to his normal frame around the hips and across his bottom. The plastic pants holding it all together, in a smooth, almost glossy fashion, that actually looked rather nice even if his bottom did now look enormous. But, Ben decided, in a good way. That didn't mean though, he was overjoyed when his Mum's head appeared around the doorway.

"Oh, Benny, you look so… so… adorable!" she gasped her hand held to her mouth, her voice that of a mother talking to a small child rather than a teenager, which is probably why Ben found himself replying in the same fashion with a long drawn out "Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!"

"Sorry, Ben," she came into the room, talking in her normal voice, bringing dad with her, "But you really do look cute like that. Just like my baby boy again."

That deserved another "Mum!" and it got one. This time of a normal length and with added teenage attitude which made Dad step in before things turned overly dramatic.

"I've not see a harness like that in the longest time. Do the kids at the hospice where them all the time, Jason?"

After giving the other two a look to make sure they weren't going to start up again, Jason answered his Dad's question, "Only inside if they need it. If the kids that need them go outside then they tend to be taken in a push or wheelchair, as that's safer for everyone as they can be tricky to handle once they get excited, even with the reins on."

Ben's head turned, "Why would you take sick kids out in the rain? Won't that make them sicker?"

His parents laughed, but Jason kept up his professional attitude, simply smiling a bit to keep Ben at ease while he fetched the walking reins he was talking about from the bag and handing them to his Dad.

Mr. Jacobson, took the long length of folded over leather, that clearly matched the harness but which didn't look like much at all, even with a strong spring loaded clip at one end. He couldn't find the release for this, to start with, as it had been clearly designed so that small fingers couldn't work it, and needed a bit of squeezing to get it open.

"Aha!" the engineer explained, like he always did when he'd solved a puzzle, quickly spinning his younger son around so he could attach the rein to the ring in the middle of his back. "That should do it. Try and run away from me, Ben."

He did. Well not run as there wasn't space for that. Yet only making three wobbly steps before his Dad pulled on the reins and stopped him dead in his tracks, with a jolt that was both sudden and yet not unpleasant. Much to Ben's surprise and his parent's delight.

"Oh let me have a go, Love." Control of the reins were duly transferred over to Ben's mum, who had him do the attempted escape attempt all over again, with the exact same result.

"Love it. Could have done with these years ago, maybe that way I'd still have a ballet figurine."

"Mum!" came the protest when Ben found he couldn't get away, guilty freckles lighting the way, as he sought a way out, yet any direction he attempted to go in, his Mum maintained total control over him, which was the weirdest feeling. Nothing was holding either his arms or his legs, but he was still controlled, meant probably meant his Mum had a point. Jason though, didn't find the funny side, at all.

"Guys, do I have to remind you that some kids don't have any choice about wearing this stuff. It's not just to stop them knocking stuff over because they are pretending their plaster cast is a baseball bat."

Mum and Dad looked a little ashamed of themselves while Ben just stared open mouthed at Jason, unable to believe his big brother had just grassed him up.

"Not that Ben would do that, obviously."

"Obviously!" laughed their Dad, reaching out to rearrange Ben's hair with his hand again, while Mum held onto the reins so the embarrassed boy couldn't get away, his hands ineffectively attempting to swot the hand way, like a cat, playing with a ball of wool.

"Anyway," broke in Jason, "That's all I needed to do today. So if you two have finished playing with Ben, I'll put him back to his normal self."

Mum led the protests

"Oh can't my baby boy stay dressed like that for longer? He looks so cute."

There was another, "Mum!" as she attempted to pinch Ben's cheek, at which point Mr. Jacobson, did the honourable thing of taking his wife back downstairs, bringing the events to an end.

Jason removed the harness and then the plastic pants and nappy even though he'd only put them on a few minutes earlier.

"You know Ben," he said, as his brother raised up his bottom for the nappy to be pulled from underneath him, "What would be a better test would be for you to wear this stuff for longer. Would you be up for that?"

The question sounded simple enough, were it not for the emphasis Jason had put on the "Up", whilst looking directly at the thirteen-year-old's erection, that remained just as stiff as it had been.

"Maybe," the boy admitted strangely missing being wrapped in the towel, and especially the sensation of the leather harness controlling him. "But you'll have to stop Mum being," he paused looking for the right words, "Being, well, Mum."

"That's Dad's job," the older brother laughed. "Mine is to keep you happy

Chapter 2
Dressing To Impress

"Hey, did you forget my nappy?"

Ben Jacobson's voice echoed through the family house, from his big brother's bedroom, where he was once more standing in the doorway of Jason's room looking at the things he had laid out over his bed, only for the first time in a few days there wasn't a big white fluffy towel anywhere in sight.

"YOUR nappy," laughed the older teenager, who for some reason had his head stuck under his bed, "Didn't think you'd want to be wearing one at the restaurant?"

"Yeah well," Ben, having just got up, wasn't quite with it yet, so his only comeback was a standard "Whatever!" and a slight quivering in the front of the boxer shorts he'd slept in.

"Still," crawling backwards out from bed, Jason placed the screwdriver he'd been using, on his bed side table, "It is your nappy seeing as you are the only one to wear it. So fair point."

This was true. In the near week that had passed since Jason had dressed his brother in the nappy, it, and the plastic pants that went with it, had been both on and off the slight thirteen year old, several times, as Jason practised for his new role at St. Cecil's Hospice.

Ben's brain was still catching up, "Wait. Restaurant? Is that today?" he asked searching for and finding a clock. "Oh, wow, it's lunch time. Why didn't mum wake me up?"

At thirteen Ben was a teenage cliche. He'd stay up as late as he could, sleep for longer. Totally loved his bed, and food, although not always in that order. Would eat anything, unless he was told it was good for him. Or it was green. And barely listened to anything that didn't interest him. Which was most things other than those mentioned above.

Despite being only three years older Jason was the direct opposite of his little brother. Clever, and not afraid to show it, he dressed well, studied hard, and if he wanted something he made it happen, rather than relying on others to do it for him. A point he was about to make.

"Well," he sighed, "I wanted to get your lazy little bum out of bed hours ago but Mum said to leave you."

That really didn't sound like the woman who'd given birth to both boys, who was always going on to Ben about how he shouldn't sleep the day away, and every other parental cliche, so he knew there had to be more to it than that. Especially the way Jason was grinning until he was asked for the full story.

"Mum did say something else," again he paused, like a television game show host, "She said that, oh what was it? Oh yes, that it would be a shame to disturb you, given you looked as peaceful as a little baby, all curled up with your thumb in your mouth."

"I DID NOT have my thumb in my mouth!" the red faced boy protested, thinking he was being subtle as he checked for wrinkling on the digit in question, which implied he might have.

Jason wasn't finished.

"Mind you, I think Mum found it less cute that your other hand was holding your willy."

"NO WAY!" the blush deepened until if Jason hadn't studied such things, he may have thought his brother's head was going to explode in a fiery mushroom cloud.

"Don't worry though. You're still her little baby though, because of how your shorts were all bunched up like a nappy. A bright red nappy, but a nappy all the same."

"Shut up! They were not."

"They were, and they still are, wedgie boy."

It took a split, if humiliating, second for Ben to pick the seat of his boxers out of his bottom crack while Jason gave him some advice of how he could turn things to his advantage.

"You know that mothers let their little babies get away with anything. Happens all the time at the hospice. Of course the kids there are sick and dying, but still, they get to do stuff kids their age don't normally get to do."

Now this was interesting, especially to someone who did have a tendency to get into trouble with parents, teachers and pretty much everyone really. Something that seemed to happen more and more, now Ben was getting older. Naturally, Jason had an explanation for this as well.

"Simple truth is little kids, or those that look like little kids, can get away with pretty much anything, especially if they're cute with it."

"Like me?" Ben butted in doing his best shit-eating grin, that set his white, even teeth to stun, only Jason wasn't talking about him

"There's this one kid at the hospice. Liam Breaksmith is his name. He's fourteen and he does some outrageous stuff, but because he looks like a little kid, everyone just laughs and thinks he's cute, whereas any other fourteen year old, would have the police called on them, or at least some other sort of punishment. But that never happens to Liam."

"Interesting!" admitted Ben, liking the sound of that, along with the entire, "look like a little kid to get away with stuff" theory. He wanted to learn more about both, only found he couldn't as now his bladder was awake, and demanding a hasty trip into the bathroom to shoot a waterfall into the toilet.

After flushing, Ben was back in Jason's room with a different question. One about what was on his bed rather than what wasn't. "So we're doing the harness thing today, right?"

"Exactly. I need to practise how to control a kid using the reins, and in public so Mum and Dad are taking us to Dino Dan's so I can do it. You remember?"

He did. He just wasn't sure about it. It was one thing to wear the harness around the house, as he'd taken to doing, but outside was another matter all together.

Ben had been thinking through, about what it would be like to wear a nappy for a long period of time, like the kids in the Hospice had to, given they had no choice in the matter. What must that be like? Wearing one for a few minutes, even up to an hour was kind of fun, but what would it be like after that. To actually be trapped in one, with the plastic pants locked on, and the harness fastened so he couldn't escape. Just the thought of it excited him, not that he was ever going to admit that, still it meant he wasn't quite as turned off as he perhaps should have been when his Mum had, half jokingly, suggested the thirteen year old be dressed like a baby for an entire weekend.

Jason had been keen, as it would be more practise for him, but Ben had grave doubts about anyone seeing him in a nappy. That was, something he was sure he'd never be able to live down, as popular as he generally was.

"But you look so cute as a baby. Benny!" Mum had gushed, which apparently was meant to make Ben do it. Only it rather backfired, with Ben proclaiming he'd never wear a nappy again. Especially if she kept calling him Benny.

"What about the harness?" Dad had stepped in as usual, "How about Ben wears that at the weekend as we've barely tested it really, have we?"

Jason agreed, stating that although Ben had worn the harness in the house, there hadn't really been space to test out the reins, plus, as the nappy had been worn at the same time, Ben had hardly been at his most mobile given he could only waddle about, so a further test was needed to make sure he was doing it right.

Mr. Jacobson, thinking on similar lines said, "Maybe, it would be a better test for it, if Ben wore it when we went out somewhere, as if you were taking one of the hospice kids on a treat, like you said they do sometimes."

The hospice kids go out in push chairs, or wheelchairs depending on their age but Jason kept that to himself as Ben was starting to get excited about the idea of where they could go.

"We could go for a burger with onion rings, fries and all the trimmings. No salad though."

Ever the sensible one, Jason pointed out if they went to Ben's usual favourite restaurant there would be a very a good chance the family would bump into someone who knew them, either directly or otherwise, given all of Ben's mates, had a habit of hanging around such establishments, which was actually rather a good point. But their Mum had a solution.

"What about if we go somewhere, no self respecting teenager would be seen dead. That way, even if they do see Benny – I mean Ben – they wouldn't be able to tell anyone without admitting they were there as well?"

It was a good plan, which became embellished over the course of a few days, leading to the items that were now laid out for Ben to wear.

"A school uniform? On the weekend?"

Jason shrugged, "Mum's idea. It's the St. Cecil's uniform. Mum says people will be far less likely to say anything about seeing you in the harness if you were dressed up like a little kid and this is all we could come up with to make you look like one."

"A little kid?" repeated Ben, thinking that every kid wears more or less the same school uniform. Only this wasn't one of them, "Wait. That's one of them old fashioned junior school uniforms that they wore years ago. Is it dad's from when he was a kid?"

"I'm not THAT old!" came a fatherly voice from downstairs quickly followed by a female shushing it.

The brothers exchanged eye rolls, mouthing the word, "Parents!" before continuing as if they hadn't heard anything.

"Anyway," Jason raised his voice, "It's not Dad's as even his wardrobe doesn't go back THAT far. It is what they used to wear in posh prep schools, years back, but that's what Mrs. Prankhurst is like, and even then Gran had to make some alterations so they'd fit you now, you ain't quite the shrimp you used to be."

Chuckling at the muffled protests from the next room, it took Ben a second to catch on to what was being said. "Wait, Gran knows about this… and the… what we've been doing? What I've been wearing?"

"Of course," shrugged Jason, "You know Mum tells her Mother everything."

"Yeah! But. This?"

Jason put a hand on one of the shoulders that barely came up to his chest, "Don't sweat it Ben. It's not like there's going to be photos or anything is there. We made Mum promise, remember. And anyway, Dad's hidden the camera so there can't even be any ACCIDENTAL photographs taken either."

There followed some low level mumbling from other parts of the house.

"Anyway," continued Jason as he started stripping his brother naked, "Just think of all those brownie points you'll be earning. That's got to come in handy at Christmas and on your birthday, right?"

Giving that some serious thought, Ben's body moved automatically. Arms going up so his shirt could be removed and staying there as his jeans and boxer shorts came down, leaving him naked but with ears, nose and penis all still undisturbed which hadn't always been the case before, showing the improvements in Jason's technique. This time though the underwear was different.

"Not all the hospice kids are incontinent," explained Jason holding out the plain white briefs for his brother to step into, "While there are some that still need nappies, there are plenty who do not, so wear normal clothes. Or at least clothes that are suited to their mental age."

Going into the impression of a pouting toddler he'd been working on, Ben stuck out his bottom lip. "Yeah, but what if I don't wanna?"

"Well, in that case, you are being naughty and naughty boys get a slapped botty, don't they?"

Ben laughed, but the hand Jason held up as if to slap his bottom didn't look like it was joking, so he quickly backed down stepping into the briefs and waiting while his brother pulled them up to his waist.

"If I'm going to do this properly then I have to treat you just like I would one of the kids from the hospice and that includes giving you a smack if I have to. But, only if I have to, understand?"

There was no answering that for Ben. Not while Jason had a hand down the front of the briefs arranging the thirteen-year-old's bits so they weren't all bulged up at the front. An operation made all the trickier by Ben's erection.

"Apparently that happens a lot when the older boys are being dressed, or indeed undressed. At least it does with Liam," Jason whispered to his little brother so Mum and Dad couldn't hear it. "Mind you Liam's does that pretty much all the time, unless it's under control."

There was a question Jason expected to be asked there, but Ben missed his chance. His head tilted backward, counting another section of the Aertex ceiling until his penis was safely tucked away between his legs.

Once Jason had finished playing hide-the-mini-sausage he got on with the task at hand like a true professional, guiding Ben's arms into a long-sleeved school shirt and then fastening the buttons from the bottom all the way to the top. Even the button on the collar, as that was something teenagers did, leaving it undone, not little kids who were dressed by their parents, or carer.

For Ben it felt rather odd having something around his neck, which went double when Jason added a tie under that collar. That it wasn't a tie from an actual school, Ben remained blissfully unaware, even though the colours were right there, running diagonally across the material and he had plenty of chances to see them, as it took Jason several attempts before he could get the knot neither too small or too large, and the end level.

A pullover the likes of which neither boy had seen for years followed. One with a V-shaped collar that would allow both shirt and tie to be seen, explaining why Jason had taken such great care with it. The pullover also had the school colours around that opening, the cuffs and the waist. The rest being the same mid-tone grey as the trousers Ben's grandmother had adjusted to be more fitting to his junior status.

"Wow, Gran really cut off a lot of the legs didn't she?" noted Ben, sucking in his tummy to make it easier for Jason to fasten the waistband around the tucked in shirt.

Jason nodded, pulling the double clipped waistband closed and running up the zip, "Yeah, I think Mum told her too. Something about the shorter the shorts being, then the younger the boy looks."

Looking down at all the leg he was showing from beneath the two inch hem of what remained of the trousers, Ben drew his own conclusion, "In that case I'd have probably looked older in the plastic pants."

Jason laughed, rolling down the jumper to cover the waist of the shorts but little else before reaching for the socks that had been laid out, and which he pulled onto his brother's feet, all the while wishing there had been time to scrub away the blackness from the soles . Ben though had other concerns.

"Are those the right size. They're really tight around my legs."

"It's these bands of elastic that are folded under the top of the socks," Jason explained showing what he meant, folding back the top with the bands of St. Cecil's colours running around them, "They hold the socks up, so the little kids don't look as scruffy as teenagers."

Wanting to stick up for his year group, Ben was unable to say anything about how his brother looked, for Jason couldn't have been any smarter turned out if he'd tried, now he was wearing his official St. Cecil's uniform. The plain black trousers and white shirt, did look a little school uniform-like in themselves, but really suited a tall, athletic youth like Jason Jacobson. The sleeves he had rolled up, as usual, although the black trainers on his feet did let the side down a little, even though they were far less juvenile than what Ben would be wearing.

"Took Mum ages to find them," explained Jason, buckling them onto his brother's feet, "She must have gone into every shoe shop in the world, before she could find a pair of brown t-bar sandals to fit your big old, stinky teenage feet."

"Poor Dad!" Ben laughed, as if by magic – and not because they'd been listening the entire time – summoning both his parents into the room. Jason making them wait, until he had his brother fully buckled into the safety harness and the back cover closed.

"One more thing." he said, snatching up the St. Cecil's cap, and pressing it down firmly onto Ben's head. then stepping back.

Apparently lost for words, Ben's Dad just looked his youngest son up and down. The boy's mother, however, had plenty to say.

"Wow, don't you look like a cutie Benny."

"MUM!" he whined in reply, but his Mum was already moving in to fix a problem only a mother could spot, or care about.

"You know your hair will never do, Benny," she walked over, took off the cap and started fussing with the top of his head, before he could complain about the use of his baby name. "Don't worry though, I think Mummy can fix it. Come with me a minute Benny?"

This time he did manage a "Mum!" and was able to get almost two feet away before his Mum grabbed hold of the reins attached to his back, and he was stopped in his tracks.

Trapped, Ben appealed to the rest of his family but Dad and Jason were too busy laughing as he was dragged from Jason's room, into his parent's in front of the mirror and forced to stand still as the finishing touches were put to his disguise.

"Haven't you two got something to do with the car." Mum said over her shoulder, in a voice that meant "go away", which they did but only after Jason had showed Mum the first of several ways the harness could be used to keep reluctant boys under control.

Chapter 3
Trial Run

"Sit still Ben. I can't get it connected." Mr. Jacobson's voice came through the backseat of the family car, from the boot.

"I can't help it." the strangely dressed boy protested, "You let Mum put this sticky stuff on my hair and it itches like a bitch!"

SMACK!

The full lips, hiding even white teeth dropped open at the new red hand print that was starting to appear on his right thigh, "What was that for?"

"Swearing," replied his brother Jason, who was leaning across the seat beside him, his other hand – the one he hadn't just slapped Ben's leg with – thrust through the gap between the seat cushions and the back, helping their father get things fastened.

"I didn't swear. I only said bitch, that's not…"

SMACK!

Now Ben had hand prints on both legs, and he wasn't happy.

"Hey, Dad tell him not to do that when I can't defend myself. It's bullying."

His Dad ignored him, not entirely disagreeing with his older son's judgement, and with other matters on his mind as the spring clip finally went home. "There. I think that's it. Jason. Try it."

Doing as he was asked, Jason pulled his arm back out of the seat, held onto the end of a strap and gave a gentle tug on it. Then when that didn't break it, he gave it a much firmer pull, which didn't break it either, but did make Ben gasp as he was hauled back into the seat.

"Yeah, that's got it, Dad!" laughed Jason. "Ben's secured now."

Ben certainly was. Stuck right where he was, which was in the back seat, not the front as that was apparently where little kids ride in cars, even when they've called "Bagsy!" on the passenger seat. Which didn't seem at all fair to Ben, or probably to any real little kid but the St. Cecil's meant he had to be strapped into the back.

Only problem was, his Dad's car was so old it didn't actually have seat belts in the back which is why the men of the family had spent the last few minutes, rigging up a way that the harness could be used instead involving one of the spare walking reins. It being the latter that was now anchored in the boot and would prevent Ben from fidgeting like little kids of limited mental capacity are prone to do, by all accounts. Mind you, thirteen-year-olds weren't always much better. Not that Ben could do much fiddling, now that Jason had showed their Mum, a new trick up in his room.

"Give me your hands," Jason said really casually from behind Ben like he was going to show his little brother some nifty way of escaping from their Mum's evil intentions for his hair. Only what the sixteen year old did was fasten the smaller boy's wrists into the ends of loops of leather he'd left hanging out of either side of the back panel of the harness.

"What you doing?" Ben gasped, but by then it was way too late to prevent Jason from buckling the straps in place, trapping his arms wrapped around his torso, like he was having a solo cuddle and unable to prevent his Mum from doing, whatever she wanted to.

The boy's arms were still uselessly wrapped around him when his Mum marched him downstairs to show off his new, old fashioned hairstyle which no longer prevented the St Cecil's cap from sitting straight on his head.

She'd had to use nearly an entire bottle of hair gel in order to keep the centre parting in place, with a floppy fringe, in front just left long enough to bounce up and down, whenever Ben moved his head, which he was doing a lot, seeing as it was the only part of his upper body he could move. Other than his mouth, as he was sat in the car.

"Are we nearly there yet?" Ben shouted from the back seat the moment the rest of his family got into the car. Repeating it as they fastened their seat belts, and for a third time when the ignition was turned on. However, when the car started to more out of the sheltered driveway, he quietened down, not willing to draw too much to what he was wearing amongst some of the nosiest neighbours in the country.

The silence didn't last though, as he resumed his questioning about their arrival time, the moment they'd cleared their local area, and were heading out in the country, safe in the knowledge none of the cows they were passing would be saying anything about seeing a teenager in a car, dressed like a little kid.

"You know," Mr. Jacobson announced, after hearing the same thing for around the thirty-millionith, or thereabouts, time, "I'm starting to change my mind about using corporal punishment."

Ben spotted a flaw in the implied threat almost immediately. "HA! You can't spank me while you're driving and I'm sitting down. So there!"

There was, however, a solution to that, his Mum pointed out, "Well, your Dad could always pull over, get you out of the car and spank you on the side of the road in front of everyone, or," she turned around, "We could just get Jason to slap your legs again. How about that?"

Ben wasn't keen. "No. Don't. That stings and people will see the red bits and wonder what's going on."

"They will," agreed his Mum. "People will see a naughty little boy in shorts who has been punished for being naughty. That's all. Isn't that right Jason?"

Naturally, being the expert on the subject, Ben's big brother agreed with what was being said, sending him off into yet another lecture about how people only see what they want to see, adding though, that on a real St. Cecil's outing there was a way they used to prevent the boys from becoming too loud, which Mrs. Jacobson found rather interesting.

"A dummy? Really? Like Benny had as a baby?"

"Bigger than that, of course," confirmed Jason before Ben could complain about the childish name. "Big enough to fill Ben's mouth so he can't speak and with a strap around the back of his head so he can't either spit it out, or take it out, even if he had his hands free."

The description caught the interest of the driver, who asked where they could get one. "Can you imagine all the peace and quiet we could have if Ben had one of those. Permanently?"

They could. A little too easily from Ben's point of view so he took the hint and didn't say anything else for the rest of the journey for which they were all grateful.

Soon an enormous and totally unrealistic dinosaur could be seen on the horizon marking the site of Dino Dan's children's restaurant. The dinosaur getting bigger and bigger until it revealed the brightly coloured building beneath it. The entrance, somewhat inappropriately was between it's legs, a fact that made Ben giggle despite himself, when he saw it.

None of the family had been before, the restaurant having opened only after Ben had deemed himself "too old" for such things. They'd seen the adverts of course, mainly because they were impossible to miss, if you watched the television at any hour of the day, so they had an idea what to expect, and that Dino Dan's was mostly geared towards the ten and under set. Not that there were many nine or even eight-year-olds who would be seen dead amongst the cartoon and bright colours not even for the sugar laden food they served.

They parked, on the far side of the extensive car park, within the shade offered by clearly newly planted trees, shielding Dino Dan's from the rest of the industrial estate.

After confirming everyone was ready, Mr. Jacobson led the way, walking between the other cars until they came close enough to the entrance they had little choice but to follow the painted paving stones up to the automatic doors that swished open when they reached them.

Beyond was noisy. Bland jingly music competed with dozen if not hundreds of hyped up little kid's voices, as small figures ran here and there around the brightly coloured, yet mostly soft interior. Occasionally, a stern adult voice could be heard, but mostly the sugar fuelled antics were ignored, as were the Jacobsons as they picked their way to a table in the corner.

Heads popped up from time to time, as they walked. Weary eyes looking Ben's Dad up and down, and then relaxing when they spotted his Mum, as this really wasn't the place for single adults to come and relax. Thankfully most lost interest by the time Jason was leading his little brother though the many trip hazards. Ben's hands were now free from the harness, dangling by his sides, fingers playing with the little hem on his shorts, nervously, unsure what anyone would say about him being in a school uniform, not to mention buckled into a safety harness.

To give her credit, the hostess who met them part way across the floor didn't bat an eye, having no doubt seen a complete mix of parenting techniques over her time, although she did ask if the family would be needing a highchair and a bib, which they didn't but did lead to Mum asking if they had such things big enough for Ben.

"Oh yes, Madam!" the hostess smiled about as falsely as anyone could, whilst repeating a company mantra, "Here at Dino Dan's we have everything the special child needs."

On hearing his Dad's mumbled interest, Jason stepped in saying a standard chair would be fine, which it turned out to be. Placed at the end of one of the booths, Ben quickly sat down, surprised to find his feet unable to reach the ground, especially once Jason had told him to sit all the way back in the chair so he could be secured.

Clearly having thought about it in advance, Jason threaded the reins through the slots in the chair back, and then, kneeling down, taking the loop he'd formed in the end, to lasso his brother's ankles. From there it took just a few adjustments of the reins to pull Ben's sandal back, bending them under the chair, and leaving them hovering above the easy clean flooring.

The engineer inside Mr. Jacobson could only admire the efficiency and effectiveness of the way Ben had now been prevented from fidgeting, or kicking his feet, as he helped Jason slide the chair up to and under the table. Giving his elder son a slap on the back, and attempting to ruffle his youngest's hair, only for the St. Cecil's cap to get in the way.

It was the strangest sensation for Ben, not being able to move anything but his arms, even though the same thing had happened in the car, even though he'd experienced the opposite before, during his games with Charlie Walker. It wasn't uncomfortable though, even if there was little he could do but hold the menu. The children's menu, obviously, although as Dino Dan's was a children's menu that's where all the good stuff was. Nowhere else could a thirteen year old get away with ordering fish fingers, chips, beans and tomato sauce (yes, extra tomato sauce as well as the stuff the beans came in) rather than just a boring old burger.

Ice cream followed for everyone with Ben's coming buried beneath a ton of brightly coloured sprinkles along with both strawberry and chocolate sauces that managed to get just about everywhere on his face, sending Mum into one.

"Oh look at the state of you, young man," she said, leaning in with a twisted point of napkin pointing straight at her trapped teenager, as he sat there trapped, unable to get away, from total indignity, until Jason stepped in.

Quickly he pushed his Mum's arm down, saying he should be looking after Ben, before using one of the wet wipes from his bag, in order to get Ben's face back to skin colour again.

"Thanks, Jase!" Ben mumbled, while giving mum a look that wasn't meant to be anywhere near as cute as she saw it.

"It's what I'm here for," Jason reminded him, but by then the third plastic cup of Dino Dan's own brand cola had gone right through him and was looking for the exit

"I need a pis…" Quickly Ben decided to re-phrase that as Jason's hand shot towards his bare thigh, "I need a Pee. A wee. The toilet. Bathroom. Comfort break. One of them. All of them."

The parents laughed as Ben started to wriggle around as much as he could in his seat, but it was Jason who got up to help.

A quick tug of the knot in the reins behind Ben's chair, allowed his feet to swing back to the floor, while the release of the tension on the harness, also meant he could slide forward and lever himself away from the table in the process.

Glancing around, he soon spotted the sign for the toilet – or Little Boys' Room as Dino Dan's called it – but before he could take a step towards it, Jason had grabbed the reins and bought him to a totally stop, telling him to wait.

"Why can't I go on my own?" Ben asked, straining against the harness, only to be reminded Jason was his helper and therefore had to go everywhere with him. Even to the toilet. There was another option, however.

"Mum can always take you into the ladies to do your business."

That wasn't about to happen, Ben making a big show of clamping his mouth closed, and shaking his head, as Jason walked behind him holding the reins. Only taking a step forward when he was told he could. The pair of them made their way across the restaurant, passing the chaos of the play area where the little kids who were Dino Dan's main clientele got to burn off some of the sugar they'd been fed while their parents had a break.

Loads of little round faces popped up between the netting, staring at the brothers, with more than a few chubby little fingers pointed at Ben's bare legs, or at the harness, but none of them actually said anything, or went running to their mummies asking why a Big Boy was dressed like that, probably for fear they'd end up in the same get up themselves.

All the staring and finger pointing made it an extra relief for Ben to get inside the toilet, but before he could get the relief he really wanted, Jason was slapping his hands away from his shorts.

"I have to do it," he said. "It's part of my job to help you do everything."

Weird as that was, Ben didn't mind. No longer was he shy in front of his brother, and given he felt as if his bladder was about to burst, there was no time for him to argue about it, anyway. Not even when the preparation didn't quite go the way he would have expected it too. By the time he did notice, both shorts and briefs were around his ankles and knees respectfully.

"This is how little kids go." Jason informed him, lining him up to the lowered urinal, "Little boys' willies are often too small to go through the fly, that's why proper little kid's shorts don't have a fly, and why yours wouldn't either, if Gran hadn't made them from a pair of big boy trousers."

"But…" was all Ben managed before another matter took his attention. That of someone else's fingers holding his penis.

It wasn't the first time, that had happened, and Jason had a reason for it, of course.

"Little kids need help with their aiming or else it goes everywhere. Trust me. Now move closer so you don't make a mess either."

His bare bottom patted, beneath the tails of his school shirt, Ben was urged right up until the cold edge of the urinal was pressing into his thighs.

There followed several moments of uneasy silence during which the brothers stood there. The older holding the penis of the younger, aiming it into the urinal, while nothing much happened, other than both of them feeling a little strange, while hoping the tingling in the fleshy organ didn't mean what they both knew that it did.

In the end Dino Dan's Cola won out and several litres made a rather rapid exit from Ben's body, giving the tiny plug hole in the low urinal a real work out, making it gurgle and glug, like a transatlantic liner going under as the yellow liquid left the building.

The sound made Ben smile, as did the contraction of his bladder, making the entire experience nowhere near as embarrassing as it could have been or indeed should have been. Not even when his penis did start to get slightly stiff when Jason retracted the foreskin so he could wipe the end on a bit of toilet paper. Naturally, that came with a lecture, on how Ben should do that more himself, rather than letting it drip. It was just nice having someone else take care of him. At least until other people came to use the toilet.

A father and his mini-me son – they were dressed alike in a way that was either really cute or dead creepy depending on how you saw it – came in. The boy, stopped dead in his tiny trainers when he saw the brothers, staring. A fingers clutching his crotch as he stood, mouth hanging open to show the spots were his baby teeth had recently been until his Dad pushed him over to another of the too-low urinals clearly worried there was going to be an accident.

"Afternoon," the man nodded at Jason once his son had got started making like a fountain. The father noting the crest on the teenager's shirt, "Ah, right. St Cecil's'. That explains it."

"'Plains what Daddy?" the little lad asked, almost turning from the urinal to give the floor a wash, before his father grasped his shoulders pointing him back the right way.

"Never you mind. You just concentrate on what you're doing. There's a good boy," he was told, while Ben's underwear was pulled back over what was clearly not a little boy's willy, with shorts pulled over them and fastened.

Ben just wanted to be out of there, but Jason had other ideas involving first tucking in Ben's shirt and then them both washing their hands. Ben, given no option in either, by the way Jason tightly held the reins, leading him over to the sinks, even though Ben hadn't actually touched anything the entire time he'd been in the toilet.

"Wash your hands!" he said making it sound like a suggestion even though Ben had no choice in the matter.

Side by side, the brothers washed up, using both soap and water. Jason eventually giving way so the Dad could bring his mini-me over to do the same. The kid chatting constantly about it being his birthday, what presents he'd had, and that it was only the really little kids at his infants school who wore shorts. He didn't any more because he was a big boy, now.

Given he was a good head taller than the kid, the comments made Ben laugh, and for Jason to whisper an "I told you so!" as they left. Only for Ben to then hear the little kid's dad explain about St. Cecil's being a "special" school for big boys who were really little boys and who needed "special" looking after. He even emphasised the word "Special" every time he said it, so everyone would know just what he meant. Even his kid.

Thankfully Ben's blushes were spared, as while he and his brother had been in the toilet, their parents had settled the bill, and were ready to leave for there was one more thing Jason wanted to practise, just as soon as they got back from the restaurant. At least that was his plan. Ben's Mum had other ideas, suggesting they should sit quietly for a time to allow their food to settle despite their being no medical reason for that. All the same, Ben ended up spending a fair bit of the afternoon still in the short trousered school uniform watching television programmes aimed at boys less than half his age.

Eventually though Jason rescued his brother from having his legs patted by their over attentive mother and overly colourful cartoons talking gibberish in American accents, and took him upstairs.

Taking up his usual position behind his younger brother, Jason followed Ben, guiding him with the reins, in a fashion not too dissimilar to as if he were riding a horse. Turning him this way and that until pulling him up to a halt at the end of the bed. Then Jason put his latest training into action.

The first Ben knew of it was a leg being hooked around his, and a firm push in the middle of his back sending him on a one way trip, not down to the floor, but face down on the stripped mattress.

"Hey!" he yelped before the wind was knocked out of him, by which time Jason had hold of his wrists and was pulling his arms around his torso, strapping them back into the slots on the harness.

Another gasp came as the nearly helpless boy was turned over onto his back. Jason's larger frame easily pinning Ben down while the straps he'd previously screwed into the bed frame, were clipped into the sides of the harness. Their length then adjusted to remove any slack that had been there, to ensure Ben was fastened down, in the middle of the bed.

Ben lay, wriggling his body, as he struggled with the strapping holding him down, ready to ask what was going on until he saw the familiar white medical store bags being pulled from Jason's closet, which answered most of the questions he had.

He'd been warned, that sooner of later Jason was just going to put a nappy on him whether he wanted him too or not, and very obviously this was that time. So, in order to test his brother to the fullest – and because it was fun to do it – Ben started to put all his efforts into escaping.

Acting as if he didn't know what was going on, he started to get rather vocal, and to buck against the bed, using his feet to pull himself up, and to kick out should Jason happen to venture within range getting in a good shot at his older brother's thigh, before Jason was forced to do something about it that, perhaps, wasn't in the St. Cecil's handbook.

Grabbing both failing legs in his hands, Jason turned sideways, trapping Ben's knees under his arm, and leaving his hands free. Hands which unbuckled sandals and pulled off socks before tickling, without, mercy, the slightly over sized teenaged feet beneath them

"No! No! Don't! Stop! Please! Stop!"

Gone from rebellious teen to giggling wreck in seconds Ben was soon agreeing to do whatever Jason wanted if only he'd stop tickling him. Not that Jason, wisely, trusted him for a second, holding his legs down, with his own knee, as he unfastened Ben's shorts.

Feet now on the floor, knees were bent over the end of the bed, Ben had tears in his eyes, as his shorts came down, with his briefs.

Now half naked, Ben recovered a little more from the unwarranted tickling attack and was well aware of just how vulnerable he was with nothing on below the waist. Still that didn't mean he was going to make it any easier for his brother.

"You're not going to put that on me," he shouted, "I'm not a baby. I'm a big boy."

This was what Ben thought someone who hadn't worn a nappy for ten odd years would say in that situation, only probably with more swearing, but he didn't want his legs slapped any more so he self-edited those words out. This was also the words that Jason probably expected to hear – with the swearing – and for which he had answers prepared.

He opened with a good one. "They're for your own good," before going onto some of the medical reasons that boys might need to wear what he referred to as "Protection". This no doubt tried to remove the association in the boy's mind of nappies and babies, and which he thought was working as Ben became less vocal. Only it wasn't. Ben was just waiting for the right moment to go on the attack again.

Timed to perfection it took Jason completely by surprise, having been overly confident and which, in this case, meant he wasn't holding onto the tub of baby powder quite as well as he should have been which allowed Ben to knock it not just out of his hand, but right across the end of the bed and onto the carpet.

"Shit!" shouted Jason, in an unusual lack of professionalism, ducking out of the way as a white mushroom cloud came up from the floor, yet there was totally nothing he could do about stopping it because of what he'd just done.

Just a moment earlier, he'd grabbed both of Ben's feet, crossing them at the ankles so he could hold them in one hand, pulling them up and back. In doing so he folded his little brother in half, coming around the side of the bed.

Knees now by the sides of his head, in the undignified, way that spread his legs open to the point everything he had was right on show and accessible. Ben relaxed giving Jason what turned out to be a complete false sense of security.

Then came the powder, and Ben's fight back.

A pubertal leg flashed out like a ninja, striking the bottom of the large white tub of baby powder with the knee, and the entire room disappeared into a sweet smelling cloud that took several seconds to clear, enough for Ben to vocally mock his brother. Which may have turned out to be a mistake.

"Got you!" was all he said, poking his tongue out which may have just been what tipped Jason over the edge.

"That's it!" Jason grabbed Ben's legs bending his brother in half, once more and giving him the cliched threat of, "You asked for this."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spanks that landed on Ben's bottom were evenly spaced. Three to each of buttock curves, spreading out from the other, to ensure the thirteen-year-old's bottom was covered with only a minimal of overlap. All of which took some skill, hinting there had been some practise before hand, and were very effective.

"Ow! Ouch! Ow!" the chastised boy complained, only managing it the three times as the other blows, came down too fast.

"That's what happens to naughty little boys," Jason reminded him, punctuating his words with a couple more smacks,to the sides, where clearly he'd felt he'd missed some bits, "Erm, maybe I need to practise spanking as well."

Jason was talking to himself, taking verbal notes, but Ben knew a threat when he heard one, and rushed to stop that from happening. At least right there and then.

"No. Don't. I'll behave. Honest."

His legs remained folded back, but his bottom didn't suffer any more slaps until it had been wrapped up in a triple thickness night time nappy, that was then covered with plastic pants that were then locked around his waist.

Two more blows from the flat of Jason's hand landed then but he couldn't feel them through all the padding, as the air was removed from inside the plastic following the standard leak check.

Satisfied with his work, Jason finally lowered his brother's legs down, and declared the practise over, releasing Ben from the bed, the harness, and the remainder of the junior school uniform, before sending Ben downstairs while he cleaned up the mess that had been made.

It was only when he was standing on the landing Ben realised he was about to go downstairs wearing nothing but the nappy and plastic pants. He didn't even have his shoes and socks on. The majority of his body was bare, which should have embarrassed him, yet it didn't.

The way he was forced to go down the staircase, one step at a time, whilst holding onto the banister, also should have embarrassed the thirteen year old. The crinkle and crackle of the plastic pants. His wide spread gait. Neither of these were things teenagers could be comfortable with. Only Ben was.

"Ah there's my good little baby boy," his Mum greeted him, with open arms, pulling him into a hug.

"Not so good earlier by the sound of it though," joked Dad slapping his hand on the arm of the sofa in case the joke hadn't been subtle enough, to let Ben know they'd heard him being spanked.

"Ah don't worry about it, Benny, All little boys get into trouble now and again. They can't help it." Mum smiled at him so sweetly, he didn't feel like being Ben, or to point out this was the direct opposite of what she normally said whenever he got into trouble, especially when it involved dancing statutes, rather proving the point Jason was always going on about and which even Dad seemed to agree with.

"True, he's not a bad boy, just misguided on occasions."

"Yes misguided." repeated Mum ruffling Ben's hair in her husband's place, which was enough for Ben to squirm his way out of her grasp.

"Come and sit down son," his Dad offered and although he hadn't done so for a long time, Ben accepted. Bypassing his usual spot sprawled across one of the armchairs, to sit in the middle of the sofa, where he was quickly bookended by his parents.

Arms curled around his shoulders, from both directions, neither of which was shrugged away. The shy, normally distant boy leaning into the bodies surrounding him, snuggling up to his parents while not taking his eyes from the television.

The three of them were still sat like that when Jason came down, having finished with the vacuuming. He sat in his normal chair, but kept looking over at the rest of family, and smiling. Knowing that his plan was working, just as his girlfriend had said it would.

Darkness fell slowly, but no one turned on the lights, just allowing the flicking television turn Ben's bare skin into a strange blue colour, while highlighting the whiteness of the plastic pants that were bulked up around his loins.

Little cracks and rustles from the plastic pants could be heard above the television's sound whenever he or is parents adjusted their position.

Occasionally his Mum would put a hand on his leg, patting or stroking the bare thigh which she probably hadn't seen for nearly a decade. Even his Dad did that a couple of times, just not for as long.

Meanwhile Jason just sat aside from it all, watching everything, comparing the way he behaved to the kids at the hospice and knowing it was time he took Ben out on his own.

Chapter 4
Cinema

Charlie Walker finally got to ask the question that had been on his mind for most of the week: "What the hell were you wearing at the cinema, Ben?"

The other boy didn't reply, although he did go rather pale, as his worst fears were confirmed. He glanced nervously back down the stairs where his friend's mother, was heading back into the kitchen after letting him into the house, seemingly oblivious to his secret. Which was just as well as Charlie wasn't finished spilling the beans just yet.

"I mean, I was only there cos Sara wanted to see that stupid Disney crap and Mum wouldn't let her go on her own. I mean she's ten now. That's old enough, right? I went to movies when I was ten. So did you. We went together. So why couldn't Sara go with one of her giggly mini Bitches?"

Ben didn't know the answer to that, and didn't really care, as he waited for his friend to get to the point.

"But then, I don't know why you were there either, Ben. Not that I'd have recognised you, if you hadn't been with your brother? What was that about anyway?"

Still Ben said nothing, mainly as there wasn't space for him to do so, seeing as Charlie wasn't done yet.

"I mean, what was with that uniform? I know that wasn't your uniform, cos you go to the same school what I does and we don't have no uniform like that. So why was you with your Brother wearing a uniform with a cap and shorts? You that is. Wearing it. Not your Brother. He looked like the smart-arse brainiac he always does."

"It's a long story." Ben sighed, knowing now he was going to have no choice but to tell it, but making sure he stepped off the landing before doing so.

Charlie had his own ideas, "Was it a bet? or a dare? A dare. I bet it was a dare cos I know what you're like with dares?"

Both boys smiled at that, Charlie's parting lips allowing the metalwork of his braces to glint slightly, from beneath the brown mop of hair that coved his entire head, and most of his face. Memories of all the things he'd got his friend to do, flashing through his brain.

"Sort off," admitted Ben to the first, before denying the rest, "Although I'm actually helping Jason out with his job."

That made Charlie sit up, almost knocking the graphic novel he'd been reading to the floor, had he not just about managed to catch it.

"Wait? What job? He's in like the sixth form or something. Can they have jobs? And what's that got to do with you getting all dressed up and stuff? Is your brother going to be a teacher at some posh school now? One where all the kids bum each other all the time?"

Slowly Ben closed the door, taking care not to let it slam, knowing how much Mrs. Walker hated that. Ignoring all the questions Charlie had asked in order to put his own mind at rest, "You've not told anyone, about me, you know, dressed up, have you?"

A little offended his best friend would even think he would, given how many secrets he had never mentioned to anyone. Much. Even though most of those would probably have got him in more trouble than Ben. Still, that wasn't the point. That's not what best mates did. All the same Charlie promised and that was enough for Ben.

"Well," the visitor ran though the brief version of what had happened over the past few weeks, just omitting anything Charlie wouldn't have seen at the cinema, such as the nappies he'd worn, which wasn't really like lying to him. Really.

"Wait, you went to Dino Dan's and no one noticed you were a teenager?"

Ben nodded. "We've been several places since then and no ever notices I'm too big to be a little kid just like Jason said they wouldn't. They just see the uniform and think I'm a little kid. Saves Mum and Dad loads, as I don't have to pay full price for me too."

"Result!" laughed Charlie. "So that's why you were at the cinema then, for cheap tickets?"

"Not really. You see the St. Cecil's kids have loads of rules they have to follow, and he needs to practise getting someone to follow them, especially in public. That's what we were doing."

The answer wasn't as interesting as Charlie had hoped it would be, but then he thought of something. "Wait! What happens when you don't follow the rules?"

Knowing his friend was going to enjoy this answer, Ben smiled, "Jason bends me over his lap."

Charlie didn't follow.

"You know like we did, back in juniors."

Still nothing.

"When you pretended to be the teacher."

Suddenly Charlie was sitting bolt upright, "What? Spanked you? On the bum? He never did!"

"He did. Had me bend right over his lap, so my hands were on the floor on one side of him, and my feet were on the other, with my bum right up high on his knee."

"Then what?"

"He spanked me. He does it hard too. Properly. You know what Jason's like? If he does something he does it properly. Makes my bum much redder than you ever could. Gets me to cry and everything. Proper crying. Even when I'm still wearing the shorts."

"Oh Wow!" removing the graphic novel from his lap, Charlie opening rubbed the front of his trousers. "Did it hurt, getting spanked on the arse?"

"Course. Loads and I was rubbing my bum for ages afterwards. Mind you, after a while the sting from a spanking goes away and your bum just tingles, which actually feels great."

Charlie could well believe that, but kept that to himself, as there were so many other questions he wanted to ask. Starting with, "So do you wear the St. Cecil's uniform at home then? All the time?"

"Not all the time, no." replied Ben with some honesty. "Only when Jason's needs to practice something, although I think my Mum would like me too, as she thinks I look cute in it."

"Bet she does, Benny!" laughed Charlie doing a passable impression of Mrs. Jacobson. "But you wear it out too, like at the cinema?"

"Yeah, but only to places where the St Cecil's kids would go for a treat, like the Saturday morning, little kid's movies at the cinema."

"Right, but why are the shorts so little?"

"That's just how they are," Ben smiled, still fingering his leg, "Don't know if it's the fashion or like that to make it easier for the kids to get their legs slapped."

"Jason does that, does he? Slap your legs?"

"Yeah. It really stings too, especially when he uses this little leather strap he's got. He did that last night and it really stung. I've still got the marks, too."

Ben and Charlie both knew what was going to happen next.

"Show me! Dare you to show me!"

It had been meant partly as a joke, although Ben didn't take it that way and a few seconds later his jeans were around his ankles, but it wasn't his legs Charlie was looking at.

"You're wearing y-fronts?"

Pulling his t-shirt further up, Ben confirmed his underwear was both the very unstylish white, and had the traditional opening more associated with little kids than teenagers.

"They're more comfortable than boxers actually and, they stop THAT happening."

Unlike his friend, Charlie didn't blush when attention was drawn to the way the front of his loose fitting combat trousers was tenting in his lap. He just smiled, grabbed himself, and gave his hidden erection a waggle not the least bit embarrassed over being sexually excited by his friend. And with good reason. It was far from the first time.

"That had to sting." he commented, when shown the matching red rectangular marks on Ben's legs, all the while still holding himself through his trousers.

"It does. Well, did especially as he did the backs and fronts, and even, the insides." Turning around Ben lifted a foot onto the end of the bed, to show what he meant. A separate set of the red marks, running around the inside of his thighs, between his legs.

"So," gasped Charlie leaning in for a good look, his eyes wandering up towards the pouch of Ben's tight underwear, along with one of his fingers, "So Jason, did that when you got home, from the cinema then?"

Knocking the invasive finger away, Ben put his foot down. "Yeah, he used the strap at home, but started with his hand in the cinema."

"WHAT? Your brother actually slapped your legs while you were still in the cinema, like you were a little kid? Didn't anyone see?"

"Some did. Well must have, I guess. Or at least heard. But they probably just thought I was some little kid getting what he deserved. They usually do."

"Wait, you've been slapped in front of people before? Just on the legs or…"

Knowing exactly what was being asked again, Ben confirmed that he'd had the seat of his shorts slapped at least once while he and Jason had been outside and had even been pulled over the well built sixteen-year-old's lap once time in the park, in front of a group of little kids and their mums."

"They didn't?" Charlie laughed, imaging the scene. "They never clapped when Jason had finished spanking you?"

"They did. One even offered Jason her hairbrush to whack me with, but he waited until we got home before he did that, so he could whack my bare bum, instead."

"Really! Least he didn't take you trousers, sorry shorts, down in the park."

"True. But he couldn't or else them Mums would have seen I wasn't a little kid when they saw, my…. you know…"

"Prick!" prompted Charlie, once more waggling the enlarged front of his trousers, although Ben now had his own word, and an explanation to go along with it.

"Willy! I have to say willy, as I'm not allowed to swear any more or I get my mouth washed out with soap, and that's really horrible, nearly makes me sick, every time, so I ain't doing that again."

"Right. Yeah. I bet. Wish I'd seen it though. You get spanked in shorts like a little kid." He leant back savouring the moment along with the hardness in his hand, until another thought came to him.

"Did your brother spank you recently? On the bum? Can I see?"

The answer to all those questions was yes, not that Ben answered them in words. he just turned around, pulled up his shirt and pushed down the back of his briefs, to show his lightly reddened buttocks.

Shuffling forward to the front of his chair Charlie leaned in for a look so close Ben could feel his friend's hot panting breath blowing across his skin. Then his fingers.

"That was two days ago. It was much redder then."

Gently touching Ben's bottom, Charlie marvelled at the way the skin would go white and then red again, just as it had done when they'd played their old "teacher game." Only much more so, now Ben had a much more rounded bottom than he'd had as a little kid.

Charlie being Charlie though, it wasn't long before his fingers were straying from the buttocks to more exciting parts. Just poking a finger between Ben's legs to nudge at the hairless testicles bouncing there, and then going higher, aiming for a hole that turned out not to be there.

"You've got something up your bum?" he laughed, not surprised by that, or the reason.

"Course I have," Ben looked back over his shoulder smiling, to where Charlie was toying with the item he'd inserted into his bottom before leaving home, "Or else you won't be able to bum me."

This wasn't entirely true. Charlie could, and probably would have fucked Ben even if he hadn't pre-stretched his anus, it just took longer, and more lube than the two boys could afford on a regular basis. Such was the endowment of the Walker family.

To all intents and purpose Charlie Walker was very much still a boy like Ben was. However, puberty doesn't hit all thirteen year old boys in the same way. There were plenty of third years at the boy's school who were taller than they were, some considerably taller. Some had voices that could earn them a career as blues singers, while others could lead a Cathedral choir. Ben and Charlie were neither of those. Ben in particular was rather below average on most of the scales of a boy's development, as was Charlie. Apart from one.

Truth was Charlie Walker had a large penis for a boy his age, if not for an adult. True, it may not have appeared so impressive had he been six feet tall, and full of muscles. As it was, Charlie was almost a foot shorter than that, and although not actually skinny, his still boyish body had yet to start filling out, other than for a slight puffiness around his nipples, so the size he carried between his legs, seemed very much at odds with the rest of him and very much a root of fascination for Ben.

"Can I touch your big willy?" were the first words, five year old Ben ever said to Charlie, on their first day of infants school when Ben was dared to do just that and Charlie let him. Several more dares followed, leading the two boys to become firm friends especially when they learned more about just what willies could be used for, after Ben had walked in on Jason, and got a very informative lecture about masturbation, which he was soon sharing with Charlie who even then, was packing more than his big brother.

School rumours provided a few more dares for Ben to attempt, some with more success than others, not to mention a frantic time following Charlie's first orgasm when Ben expected hairs to sprout on the palms of his hands, and Charlie became concerned about his eyesight.

"Bet you can't get it in your mouth!" had been one of the trickier dares for Ben to accomplish, as they'd both taken that a little too literally even without ever having heard of deep throating. Ben managed it though. It took time, and quite a lot of it with him kneeling in front of his friend, but he did it. Learning through pure trial and error, how to relax his throat enough in order for the entire length of Charlie's oversized erection to slid into his mouth, leaving his nose pressed up against his friends, oddly bald pubis. The surprising lack of pubic hair, being yet another reason Charlie's penis looked bigger than it was.

When it came to what was universally known as "bumming" at their school, the success rate was a lot slower, and rather more painful. At least until they discovered lubrication, to start small and, like the Boy Scouts neither of them were, to be prepared.

A finger helped. Two fingers were better. Three a little awkward, especially if it was Ben doing it to himself, so he found other ways to accomplish what he wanted, which was to have his friend's large organ all the way up his bottom.

His mum noticed some of the occasions she didn't have as many carrots as she thought, although his Dad never missed the candles that disappeared around the same time. The toilet brush handle saw a bit of action, as did the can of deodorant Jason's girlfriend gave him for his sixteenth birthday and which, just happened to be the same thickness, more or less as Charlie's hard penis.

None of those were stuffed up Ben's anal passage while he was showing of all his spanking marks in Charlie's bedroom, as he'd moved beyond them all, having taken up making his own sex toys in order to open himself up enough to take the monster.

Channelling some of his Dad's engineering genes, along with some actual lessons learnt in school's Arts and Crafts. He'd form a skeleton from old electrical cable, twisted and shaped into the dimensions he wanted, before padding them out with strips of old cloth, and then covering the lot in duct tape, to give the firm, yet bendable, penis like shape he wanted.

His mum actually found one of them, yet didn't realise just what it was, thinking it was a model of a space rocket from some television show she didn't know. Jason had known a dildo when she'd showed it to him, but like a good brother had kept that information to himself, making sure it was returned to Ben with as little fuss as possible along with some lubricant Jason added with his own money.

Soon after, and with the help of his new supply of lubricant, Ben decided he was ready to go for it, although Charlie still wasn't so sure although by the time Ben had spent a few minutes sucking him off, the horny overly hung teenager would have agreed to run naked through the upper school girl's changing room, waving a sign saying they were all sluts. Instead all he had to do was lie on his bed, and watch as an equally naked Ben climb over him.

Placing one foot on eith er side of his friend, Ben reached down to grab the monster beneath him, lining it up with where it was going to go.

Charlie's mouth fell open, trying to stop him, but he couldn't talk once his crown was pressed up tight against Ben's slowly opening hole.

Pushing outwards as he'd learnt, Ben didn't press himself down, just allowed gravity to do the impaling for him. His well practised sphincter – he knew the word from Jason's medical books – stretching until the crown popped inside him.

"Oh FUCK!" gasped Charlie at the best sensation ever, but Ben wasn't done yet. He wanted it all.

Teeth clenched, sweat bubbling on his forehead, sticking his hair to his skin, Ben kept on going. Pausing each and every time he successfully lowered himself more onto that rock hard pole.

There was pain, he couldn't deny that, but it passed quickly after a few moments allowing him to get more and more inside him. The sensation of being totally filled up, making up for anything he went through to get there.

Down and down he went. Sliding more and more of Charlie inside until there was no more left to insert. Ben's buttocks now rested on his friend's lap. The entire monster penis stuffing his bottom fuller than it had ever been, allowing the sweating boy to realise the difference between being fucked by the real thing and the toys he'd used to get there.

The heat they were feeling was the best sensation. Each boy finding the other's body to be simultaneous hotter than their own. Then there was grip, Ben's sphincter had around Charlie, and the way Charlie had opened up his friend. But there was even more, once Ben started to move.

"Oh FUCK!" repeated Charlie, while Ben would have said the same, had he actually been able to do anything but pant as the huge organ moved deep within him.

Charlie helped that first time. His hands under Ben's bottom, raising and lowering the other boy but it was never going to take long before the intense sensations they were both feeling would overtake the two boys, starting with Ben.

A gasp. A pant. A slip of one foot on the loose sheet, and Ben's own penis was quivering fit to burst. Which it did, spraying several thin streaks of almost clear fluid across Charlie taut, heaving, sweaty tummy.

Now there was no way, Charlie wasn't about to cum as well. Even if he hadn't just seen his friend orgasm just from being fucked up the bum, the clenching of that iron-like grip sphincter around him, sent him beyond the world of comprehension.

For a third time Charlie shouted' "OH FUCK!" as his hands held onto Ben's hips, pulling his friend down hard, to impale himself all the way up the willing bottom, he was soon filling with teenage seed.

That had been the first time, but, of course not the last. Ben might have proven he could take a large one up his bum, but it wasn't the end of the dare as there were a lot more positions for the two boys to try out, the latest of which would be for Charlie to bum a freshly spanked Ben.

Before that could happen though, Ben had to be freshly spanked, something Charlie was only to happy to help with, despite his Mum only being downstairs.

Using his hand first, Charlie got a good colour but it wasn't enough so, at Ben's suggestion he switched to his school ruler, using it more than he ever had for his homework. However, that proved a little too narrow to cover enough of Ben's buttocks at once, so Charlie made a trip into his Mum's room, returning with a hefty hairbrush, that proved to be most effective, at turning his friend's bottom a deep shade of red.

Crying but strangely happy, and ever erect, Ben ended up standing at the end of his friend's bed. Legs spread wide apart, bending over with his hands on the mattress, while Charlie's fingers pulled what was effectively a butt-plug out of his anus.

The thirteen year old wasn't left empty for long. Charlie soon getting himself lined up and as he liked to do, pushing himself all the way home with one long, hard thrust.

Ben was prepared to be fully penetrated by the monster but it always hurt to differing degrees depending on how stretched he was at the time. On this occasion it was more a sigh than a cry, that came from his mouth, as Charlie slammed himself all the way home. He did, however, let out a little cry, when his friend's hips slammed into his well spanked bottom, and would continue to do so through the thorough bumming that followed.

A stud in the making, Charlie held onto Ben's slender hips, while working his own rapidly back and forth, with the agility of the horny teenager he was. Their sweaty body slapping together. The warmth of the spanked buttocks against his legs, pushing him deeper and deeper, until his hands slipped on their combined sweat.

Charlie landed with a thump on Ben's back, but neither of them thought to stop their bumming for one second. Instead arms that could no longer support Charlie's rutting, curled around his friend's chest. clamping them together, as his hips continued what they'd started. One hand sliding down, searching for and finding the second, as hard, yet smaller than average organ, working it frantically until Ben could hold back no more and added some more stains to the less than clean sheets beneath him.

The top half of the fucking boys followed a split second later, only he didn't make a mess. Charlie's ejaculate going where it always did, deep inside his friend, where it would stay, held in place by the home-made butt plug for the rest of Ben's visit. Ben just thankful that he had an easy day coming up. One he could stay all day in bed. Even if he didn't want to.

Chapter 5
An Afternoon In Bed

"You be good you hear," Mr. Jacobson was apparently talking to both his sons, even though he was mainly looking at Ben, as he and his wife got ready to leave, "Don't go getting in your brother's way."

"I promise." smiled Ben, holding his fingers up by his head, in the scout way, knowing full well that it would be a promise he could keep, seeing as he wouldn't be able to get off his bed the entire time his parents were gone. Jason was going to see to that.

"Please let me stay Jason, I'll be good, Honest!" he'd promised a few days earlier, to be allowed to stay home.

"No way. Not a chance," his brother shook his head, "You'll just get in the way and embarrass me as usual."

Unable to argue with that Ben had changed tact, "But it is my house too. I can stay if I want to? Why can't I?"

"Because," Jason smiled, "you are an annoying little brother who can't stay out of the way, even when you promise to."

There was no arguing with that, or the list of occasions when Ben had behaved exactly as described. Thankfully Ben had a plan B which just might appeal to his brother's need to try new things.

"What about…" he paused, doing a glance around even though there was no one else in the house but the two of us, "What about, if you make sure I can't come out of my room? What about then?"

Jason did indeed like that idea, but there was still a problem with how it could be achieved. "Yeah, that would work, only Dad took the lock off your door back when you were five and kept locking yourself inside. Remember?"

This wasn't what Ben had meant. "You could use the harness. Like you did when you forced me to wear a nappy."

"It's called a Reluctant Changing Scenario," corrected Jason, "And it's only used for short periods of time."

"But," Ben leapt onto the clue he'd been given "It can be done for longer can't it? You said the kids at St Cecil's sometimes had to be bound to their beds, didn't you?"

"Restrained," he corrected adding that this was only done for their own good which gave his brother another avenue to explore.

"Yeah, well, this is for my own good too. So I don't have to go to Gran's and she's going to want me to wear those school shorts she made."

The idea made Jason laugh, again. "I know Mum said. Gran wants to show you off to all her old lady friends."

A shudder went through Ben's thirteen year old body, "You've got to help, Jase. I only wore them to help you out, so now you have to help me not wear them."

"But you looked so cute!" Having performed as near an impersonation of their Mum as a sixteen year old could, Jason couldn't help laughing some more, which hardly calmed Ben down.

The "Shut up." that followed, included rather more words, most of which involved private body parts and their functions, not always with total medical accuracy, which just made Jason laugh more although he did, eventually get around to stating his objections to the initial proposal.

"Yeah like me and my friends are going to want to hear you shouting all day from your room, especially with that sort of language."

"What about, if you can make sure I don't."

Jason stopped mid laugh, to ask just how he was meant to do that, which was a good question Ben had no real idea but surely Jason could come up with something. He was the clever one, after all.

"You realise, that once my friends are here they'll be staying all day, so you'll have to stay put for around five hours. That's a long time, especially for you."

Pointing out that he'd done just that while they'd been at Dino Dan's, albeit for not as long, Ben was sure he could do it. Anything had to be better than being fussed over by the blue rinse brigade.

"And what if you need to pee, like you did at Dino Dan's then?"

That Ben could answer.

"Put me in a nappy. Then it won't matter, will it?"

Jason laughed. Again. "What? You'd rather be tied up and use a nappy rather than spend time with our Gran?"

"Too right," Ben admitted before admitting something else, "Anyway, I'd wondered what it would be like to have to wear a nappy. Now I can find out. Plus it'll be like more of your training so you'll know what to do if you have to do it for real at the hospice!"

With that the deal was sealed. Jason gave Ben a bit of a weird look for the wanting-to-wear-a-nappy bit but agreed with the plan without Ben even have to threaten to tell their Mum and Dad about the unapproved visitors coming over, which is what most little brothers would have done to get their own way, even if that had been the next plan.

"Now you two boys play nice while we're gone," Mum said. "And no parties, you hear!"

They both laughed, because, they were expected too as Mum had being saying that since they were little kids, even before she thought they were actually old enough to stay home alone. Or rather Jason was. He was, after all the sensible one as he proved by having everything ready the moment the boys' parents had left.

"Right then," Jason dumped a couple of the now familiar white bags onto the kitchen table, "My friends are going to be here in a bit so we'd best get a move on. Have you had a pee?"

"You sound like mum!" teased Ben before he downed the last of his Pepsi and realised he needed one.

When the younger boy came back, there were some items he hadn't seen laid out on the kitchen table along with some he was very familiar with.

"You use these to fix the harness to the bed right? But what are the other straps for, and what's in the box?"

"For your legs and to keep you quiet," was all Jason said, sitting on the edge of the table, blocking Ben's view.

"Hold your hand out for me," he instructed his brother, who did. "Make a fist. Thumb on the outside. Yeah that's it. Stay like that while I put this on."

The 'this' turned out to be a stretchy padded pouch Jason fitted over Ben's offered fist, and then buckled around his wrist so it wouldn't come off again.

"It's an anti-scratch mitten," he explained when asked. "It's to stop kids who have rashes and such like from making them worse."

To Ben they looked like boxing gloves. Only smaller with less padding but, as he found out, they weren't any good for going into the ring, as they were designed to prevent punching as well as scratching.

"Ouch! There's like, pins in them," he gasped having tried to give Jason a dead arm while the second mitten was buckled on his other hand, only to come off much worse.

"Not pins, exactly, but that's the idea. Now hold your arms out. Both of them."

The strange sight of seeing his arms ending not in hands but in little black stumps, not only fascinated Ben, but it did make it easier for Jason to get the Harness on him, as his fingers could no longer get tangled up in the straps either before or after he was spun around, so the buckles could be tightened up behind his back.

"Good. That's all done." Jason tested the various straps now encircling Ben's body. "Okay, now put your hands on your chest, crossed over, like an Egyptian Mummy."

There were two metal rings attached to the shoulder straps of the harness, just in front of the neck, which could easily be clipped to the mittens on Ben's hands. One rather easier than the other, as Jason couldn't see what he was doing but eventually he did it and Ben's arms were stuck in place.

"Right that should do for down here. I'll use the rest of this stuff once we get to your room. Just be careful on the stairs, as it will be a bit tricky without your hands."

Jason was, as always, correct. Having his arms across his chest, changed Ben's centre of balance making going up the steps an interesting experience. Naturally, Jason did his job of taking care of his little brother. Walking up behind him, holding tightly to the reins attached to his back, steadying Ben the few times he got into a bit of a wobble.

Having slipped into his career mode, Jason remained cautious, looping the end of the reins onto the hook on the back of Ben's bedroom door where a dressing gown would have been hanging, if Ben still wore a dressing gown, thus ensuring Ben just stood there, while Jason set about preparing his bed for the day ahead.

First thing to go was the duvet, and pillow, leaving just the mattress and the sheet that covered it. That, Jason straightened out, pretty much remaking the bed in the process, turning it from the usual tumbled mess, into something more akin to the medical establishment, he now worked in, but there was more to it than even that.

Pulling the bed away from the wall, so he could get all the way around it, Jason exposed where Ben stuffed everything he couldn't be bothered to put away, which didn't go down too well.

"If mum ever sees this she's going to go mental," he rightly said, picking out random socks, toys, and more than a few plates and cups that had become home to their own life-forms.

Pausing only to fetch the screwdriver he needed, and despite the mess, it didn't take Jason long to attach the straps he needed and soon he was laying out a familiar large towel for Ben to lay on.

There was a slight digging in the middle of Ben's back from the rear panel on the harness but the mattress took care of most of that as he was laying in a groove his own body had formed over many a lie-in as Jason got him strapped down.

His arms being folded gave Jason easy access to the straps running around Ben's sides, allowing him to clip the straps from under the bed easily to them, and then make the adjustments so they were equally taut on both sides, holding Ben straight down the middle of the mattress, ready for his nappy to be put on.

What followed was something the brothers had been through several times by then. Ben's jeans and boxers being removed. Powder and oil being applied to the areas that became exposed, including the omnipresent teenage erection, before a bulkier white towel was placed under the raised bottom, with a thick soaker strip down the middle. This was then pulled up between the spread legs, and fastened across slender hips with the large safety pins with locking heads.

Finally, when all this was done, a pair of plastic pants that looked way too small to cover everything were pulled up Ben's hairless legs. The nappy tucked inside, and as Ben's eyes got a close up view of his knee caps, the plastic pants were locked on and once more Ben was a thirteen year old boy wearing a nappy.

Jason performed all the checks he usually did once he had his brother in a nappy, running his finger around the leg openings and waist, looking for gaps, and potential leak points, but then did some new things, such as buckling padded restraints around Ben's ankles.

One went on each. Two inches wide with a thick strap in the middle that was double buckled and even had a ring for a lock to be attached, not that Jason bothered with this. He did, however, clip the cuffs to each other, with Ben's ankles crossed over each other, so as too allow for the fact there was no getting the boy's legs together due to the bulk of the nappy, leaving him in a sort of diamond shape from the waist down.

"That will make sure you stay in bed, and don't hurt yourself by trying to hop around your room," Jason half joked, even though that ,was what Ben had been thinking off doing, despite the fact he'd never be able to get off the bed in the first place.

"I can't move!" the young teen gasped, it being oddly a surprise to find this out, even though it shouldn't have been. What was a surprise was the thing Jason was now holding. "What's that?"

"A mouth restraint," he called it, although most people would have said it was an oversized baby's dummy. Ben had been previously threatened with such a thing and that's what it looked like but for the hole in the face plate.

"It allows the person wearing it to still be fed." Jason held up a short tube with an attachment on the end that fitted into the front of the dummy directly opposite the oddly small bulb that went into Ben's mouth.

The taste wasn't great as Jason had clearly disinfected the dummy and Ben was a little surprised, and disappointed, he could not just still talk but could easily push the dummy out again with his tongue, as he took great delight in demonstrating. Three times.

"Okay. If that's how you want it." Jason pushed the dummy back in for the fourth time holding the face plate tight against the full lips, using the fingers of one hand to hold the dummy in place, while he started to turn the small ring on the front. No sooner did he start doing this than, the bulb inside Ben's mouth started to get bigger, until Ben's tongue was pinned flat. Eventually the bulb became bigger then the gap between his teeth making sure that not only wouldn't the boy be able to get the dummy out, he was totally silenced, which, of course was the point of the thing.

"That's better. Peace at last," laughed Jason at the muffled sounds coming from the bed. "Maybe I should let Mum and Dad have this once we're finished? Oh, and your teachers too? Bet they'd all thank me."

He wasn't serious. At least Ben hoped not but, of course, he couldn't ask.

"Okay, I'll see you later, assuming I don't forget and leave you here for when Mum and Dad get back. I'm sure Mum wouldn't mind changing her little baby Benny boy's nappy one last time."

Unable to be heard, Ben, thinking they were done, strongly implied their parents may not have been married when Jason, was born. Only Jason wasn't.

The blindfold was simple. Less medical and more long haul flight. Black, with an elastic band to hold it in place, it wasn't totally effective, but did change Ben's bedroom from being well lit, to being very dull and fuzzy. This got worse when Jason pulled the curtains, plunging Ben into almost total darkness by the time he left.

Suddenly Ben realised there was a world of difference from thinking about being totally helpless and actually being totally helpless.

He couldn't do anything other than move his head from side to side and wiggle his toes. Otherwise he was completely trapped, stuck on his bed and only one other person knew where he was, and could let him go. It was both scary and exciting at the same time. Nonetheless he gave it a good go at escaping. Thrashing around on the bed and shouting for help only without making any actual noise beyond a bit of low level moaning that even he could hardly hear. And, as for thrashing, that was more like a couple of twitches in his legs and a few bounces of his padded bum on the mattress and that was it.

Unbeknown to Ben, Jason watched for a few moments from the doorway, before satisfied his brother wasn't going anywhere, he headed downstairs to get ready for his visitor.

Having given up trying to escape as the bad job it was, Ben calmed down, allowing his heart rate to slow down once more which eased his breathing, around the dummy, and tried to think of a more scientific way of getting free.

Hands. They had to be first. With them he could unclip the harness from the bed, sit up and free his ankles and move around. Only, that was never going to happen. The anti-scratch mittens made his fingers useless, and anyway, he couldn't see the clips holding his wrists to his chest, let alone actually reach them, or any of the others he would need to release in order to get away.

It was the sound of the door bell that made him give up any idea of escape, the sudden fear that it had all been a trick, and his Mum and Dad were coming back, to keep him as a tied up baby for the rest of his life. Only to realise his parents had keys, so would never have rung the bell.

The relief didn't last long however for the trapped boy, as this had to be Jason's friends.

A shudder went through him at the thought of there being other people in the house while he was helplessly tied up, blindfolded, and gagged with an inflatable baby's dummy, not to mention wearing a thick nappy and plastic pants.

That was nothing to the fear he felt when he heard a voice that wasn't his brother's but which, most certainly, was both female and familiar. One he had heard only over the phone. Jason's girlfriend. Andi Thackery.

The realisation he had, indeed been set up hit Ben at the exact same time he started to have the same feeling he'd had towards the end of his visit to Dino Dan's and for much the same reason.

Pepsi. That's what the problem was. The nearly two litres of that dark, sweet nectar he'd had with lunch and which had now worked it's way right through the thirteen-year-old's body and was queuing up at the exit, awaiting freedom.

Only Ben couldn't give it freedom any more than he could give himself freedom. Which only left him one option. The one thing he'd always managed to avoid, during all the other times Jason had practised his skills on him. He was going to have to wet myself. Or at least the nappy.

Turns out, it wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be.

It was just having a wee, right? Something he'd done multiple times a day, his entire life. How hard could it be?

But, for one thing he wasn't used to weeing in his bedroom, any more. Well not unless you count that time with the cup out of the window, but that doesn't count, as he'd been standing up when he'd done that, and it must have been a year or two ago.

The second issue was that he was wearing clothes. Not many clothes it has to be said, but clothes around the places where it mattered.

All of those things made it a less than normal way to wee. Still, when you've gotta go, you've got to go, and Ben had to go. So he went.

Taking more concentration, then most anything he'd ever done, but which the blindfold helped with, as it allowed him to block out the reality of the situation, and imagine he wasn't trapped on his bed wearing a nappy. At least until he got going by which point it didn't matter any more.

Having only intended to wee a bit at first, to test the nappy out, Ben let a little wee trickle out into the nappy, which didn't seem so bad. Only once he'd started he couldn't stop and that little trickle turned into a full on flood in seconds. One of those that could only be stopped by pinching the end of his willy with his fingers, and then only for a little while, before his willy would feel like it was going to explode. He couldn't even do that. Or anything, and just had to go with the flow.

Soon he discovered that wetting himself wasn't nearly as bad as people made it out to be. Once the shame and embarrassment were taken away. You got the same relief you got when you were having any other well deserved wee. Then he got something that he didn't get normally which was a warm, if wet, snugness around his parts as the nappy soaked everything up, expanding in all the good places which themselves expanded in return.

After that though, when things cooled down a bit, it became a bit less fun, as by then the wee had gone everywhere, especially under his bottom, leaving him sitting in a cool pool like you've fallen over on the footie pitch and landed in a puddle. Which was less fun.

Trapped as he was, Ben got to do a lot of thinking, about his current situation, eventually coming to the not-so-startling conclusion that he rather liked being tied up and/or told what to do, as it took away the fear, and chance that he would do something wrong along with any sense of the personal responsibility that came with becoming a teenager. At least that was the public version of his onions. To himself he could admit he liked wearing the harness, had enjoyed being strapped into both the car, and to the chair at Dino Dan's. He'd had a stiffie on all those occasions and had one now. But no one had been able to tell, as the wearing of either tight briefs or a nappy totally hid that.

In fact, the thirteen-year-old came to realise it was the clothes that made all the difference. Wearing shorts made people think he was a little kid, and little kids, as Jason had told him, could get away with all sorts of things that teenagers couldn't as little kids just weren't expected to think about things. That's what adults were for.

Relaxing as a person can only do when they have nothing in the world to worry about, Ben drifted off slightly, right up until the moment his bedroom door opened, and a voice said, "I want to show you something."

It was Jason and a moment later the front of Ben's blindfold lit up as the overhead light was switched on. Someone else then gasped, and giggled, asking who Ben was.

"My little brother. He's been helping me practice."

"Willingly?" the female voice asked with a laugh. "Or are you punishing him for something?"

Jason confirmed the former adding that, on this occasion at least, it had all been Ben's idea for him to be tied up.

"How long for?"

The answer to that, wasn't the hours Ben expected, but just a mere forty-five minutes.

"And the nappy?" asked the voice coming closer to Ben, who could feel the side of the mattress depressing as someone sat next to him. "Did he ask to wear that too?"

There was no audible answer to that, Ben assuming Jason had shaken his head, when in fact he'd nodded, inadvertently putting all the blame for Ben's current predicament squarely on his little brother's strapped down shoulders.

"Hello," the girl spoke directly to Ben for the first time, "My name is Andi, and I'm going to help look after you, little boy."

A hand was placed on Ben's chest, between his crossed over arms, lightly stroking not just the leather of the harness but the tiny pin-prick of the boy's sensitive nipple.

"Did you really ask your big handsome brother to tie you up like a little baby?"

Ben couldn't answer vocally of course, as no move was made to remove the dummy blocking his mouth, or else he'd have questioned the "Handsome" as she had described Jason, even though he was well aware his brother was good looking. He would just never admit that in his presence.

The finger teasing his nipple was joined by a second one, with a nail that was brushed across the tip, in a much less delightful way than before. "Well, answer me."

Ben nodded, and instantly the scraping of his nipple went back to stroking.

"There's a good boy." the unseen girl cooed at him. "And a pretty one too, just like your brother. Only cuter."

SMACK!

A hand slapped Ben's taut belly, just above the top of the plastic pants. Andi Thackery's hand, as it didn't feel big enough to be his brother's.

"Very cute indeed." she repeated, a finger running across the plastic protective cover. "Guess I'll be seeing a little more of you later."

SMACK!

She slapped the boy's stomach again, making him squirm, in his bonds.

"So much more feisty than the St Cecil's boys," she laughed. "And just as much in need of having his nappy changed."

Instantly Ben became still.

"Oh so cute. You didn't realise we would be able to tell that you'd wet yourself. Did you? Well never mind we'll soon take care of that. In fact it will be my pleasure, to change a cutie like you."

Suddenly Ben was blushing so hard, it was a surprise he didn't set the entire bed on fire, not least of which because Andi had moved her hand down, so it was now resting right on top of his private parts. Not that she'd be able to feel anything through the plastic pants, nappy and soaker pad, not to mention his urine, but that didn't really matter. Her hand was THERE.

Oddly Jason didn't seem concerned about his girlfriend's hand between his brother's legs, or that his little brother had wet himself, just if Ben had leaked.

Andi checked. Her fingers running around the leg openings of the nappy, tracing a line on Ben's bare, sensitive skin, all the way around, pushing and poking him in places no girl had ever done.

There was no leak, but that didn't stop Jason from asking if Andi wanted to change Ben anyway.

She did. Ben wasn't so sure, but he had no say in the matter, so she did just as she always was going to.

Taking charge in a way that came totally naturally to her, Andi sorted through the contents laying what she would need, while directing Jason to unstrap his brother's ankles, and start the process of removing his soiled nappy.

Staying as far away from the smell of urine as she could, Andi just watched, enjoying the sight of an older boy stripping a younger one, paying particular attention to the removal of the nappy pins, and the folding back of the triangles of thick cloth that would finally expose Ben to her.

Still blindfolded Ben couldn't see what was happening but he could feel the tension being released on his ankles cuffs, the thick bands of the elastic openings sliding down his legs, and the air that blew onto his bare skin once the nappy was no longer covering his private parts.

"Cute little willy and no nasty little hairs either!" commented Andi letting Ben know exactly what she was looking at as if he couldn't have guessed. "You certainly are the LITTLE brother aren't you!"

He blushed even more sending his freckles into orbit where they remained as wet wipes were used to clean him up between the legs but just whose hand was doing it he had no idea.

"Time to do the other side. One. Two. Three."

Hands on Ben's ankles, lifted his legs up, folding them back onto his chest, where the clips were applied to the rings on the cuffs, holding him like that to allow his buttocks to he cleaned up.

"Oh look at that naughty little red botty. Is Benny a naughty little boy as well as a baby?"

"He can be!" confirmed Jason, thinking he'd made the redness that spotted his little brother's bottom, when in fact it had been Mrs. Walker's hairbrush, held tightly in her son's hand, while Ben lay over his highly engorged lap.

"Sweet!" Andi leaned in to run a finger across the curved buttocks, "I do like a naughty little boy."

"Except Liam Breaksmith!" laughed Jason, inadvertently knocking the teasing finger aside as he place a fresh nappy beneath his brother's bottom.

Andi didn't answer that, other than to tut her teeth, instead saying she couldn't find another soaker pad amongst the supplies Jason had bought him. "Maybe it fell out in the car. Jase?" she suggested, "Why don't you go and have a look, and get rid of Ben's wet nappy at the same time. Don't worry I'll look after Baby Benny for you."

The words sound creepy to Ben but not to his brother who went off as instructed, walking not running, leaving Andi with plenty of time to do whatever she wanted.

"Well aren't you an interesting little boy," she whispered into Ben's ear in a way that made him imagine her licking her lips like some panto villain. "Very interesting indeed."

Unseen by anyone, she kicked the spare soaker pad she'd dropped onto the floor, further under Ben's bed, and leaned in to get a much better look at everything the thirteen year old had on display, especially the little pink rimmed hole.

"Oh yes, your brother is quite correct, about what you and your little friends get up to, I think."

Pursing her lips she blew gently across his anus, making the pucker twitch and herself giggle.

"Of course, you'll never tell Jason about this, will you Baby Benny?" she asked rhetorically, dragging a nail around the underside of Ben's testicles. His head shaking as fast as it could.

"That's what I thought," she said, offering him a carrot to go with the threatened stick. Not an actual carrot of course, although to Ben it felt a little like one, as the tip was pushing into his eager bottom.

"Well, not your first time, is it Benny Boy!"

He didn't answer that question which was fine as he didn't need to, Andi watched intently as the boy's pucker slowly stretched around the item she was steadily inserting into him.

"Oh you are really going to enjoy the rest of the evening, Benny Boy. I wonder what your big bro is going to think about all the Number Threes that will be in your nappy? Speaking of which here he comes now."

Totally unaware of Jason's footsteps coming up the stairs, Ben was however, very much aware of the widest part of the item being pushed, a little roughly all the way into his bottom.

"I couldn't find a soaker anywhere. It must have fallen out up here." apologised Jason coming into the room.

"Maybe it's under the bed?" suggested Andi, wiping her fingers on the side of Ben's leg, as Jason found the missing item just where she'd left it.

Taking the soaker pad, Andi took over redressing Ben, making sure to touch him every bit as much as she could, before his legs were lowered and she repinned him up, and sheathed him in the same plastic pants that had been taken off.

When she was done, Jason replied Ben's ankle restraints and the two older teenagers went back downstairs, turning the light off as they went, closing the door behind them.

A short while later the buzzing started, followed by the vibrations.

First Ben couldn't place the source of the sound, given the way his senses were all messed up by everything that had happened. It seemed to be coming from several places at once. Perhaps under the bed? Maybe the mattress? The mittens? Something to do with the harness? The plastic pants? The…

It was him. Inside him. Deep inside him. In his bottom. The thing his brother's girlfriend had pushed up his bum. It was moving. Vibrating. Only slightly, but enough. More than enough. Way more than enough to drive any boy frantic.

There was no clock Ben could have seen, even if he hadn't been blindfolded, so no way he could work out when the thing in his bum was going to do it's thing, or when it was going to stop doing it's thing, or if indeed if it was anything but random. He didn't care either. He could, occasionally just make out the soundtrack from a movie being played downstairs. But not much else.

He did, however, work out exactly what Andi Thackery had meant by Number Three though, but only after the second time he had one in the nappy.

Wee was number One. Poo was number two, so number three was the juice that squirted out of his stiffie five times in total, or perhaps seven. He rather lost count, even after they stopped having anything wet about them for the nappy to soak up.

Ben slept, or perhaps passed out, once the vibrations in his bottom stopped, and was actually asleep when Jason came up to unstrap him from his bed. Andi had gone home by then, wanting to avoid the risk of meeting her boyfriend's parents, as that never went well for her.

A little dopey, and stiff from being restrained for over three hours, Ben never said anything to Jason about what had happened, although that may have been due to the lack of time before their parents came home.

By then the dummy, and harness had been put away, although the nappy and mittens remained. Mr. Jacobson interested in the latter, while the sight of her son in the former, instantly made Ben's Mum want to curl up with him on the sofa, until it was time for him to go to bed. Which they did. Ben laying down, his legs curled underneath his big padded bottom, with his head on her lap. A maternal hand gently brushing his hair, as they watched television.

Occasionally one of Ben's legs would twitch, from the item inside his bottom, but most of the time he gave it very little thought, even after Jason took him upstairs to remove the nappy, declining his Mum's offer to do it.

Jason would be a little surprised to find the nappy only a little wet, but only because he considered that a waste of a nappy. However, although he didn't say anything, he'd studied more than enough medical books, and had been a thirteen year old boy, only three years earlier, to know "Number Three" when he saw it and more than grown up enough, to later admit to his girlfriend that she'd been right all along. Clearly Ben did find wearing a nappy sexy.

Just what Jason would have thought, had he known it was vibrator in his brother's bottom that had made Ben come so many times, no one will know, for despite taking due diligence in cleaning up Ben's private areas, he never noticed the enlarged nature of Ben's anus, or the hint of white plastic inside that would take the thirteen year old a good half an hour, on the toilet to get out. And cost a fortune in batteries to keep going.

Chapter 6
Visiting

"Now, remember Ben, you're a guest here, and it's a hospital full of sick people, so don't go being, you know, you!"

These were the wise words, Jason Jacobson said to his little brother as the pair of them entered St. Cecil's Hospice, having just been dropped off by their Dad, for Ben's first visit.

"You sound like Mum!" the younger brother joked, having had the exact same lecture, almost word for word, before he'd left the home.

Stopping so suddenly, the soles of Jason's "sensible" shoes squeaked on the highly polished floor. "You take that back," sounding very much like his old self, before slipping back into his professional persona. "Anyway, Mum only has your best interests at heart, you know?"

Ben laughed, "Now you sound like Gran."

The comeback to that was rather old school, with Ben being told to "shut up!" He didn't, of course.

"Good one. Did they teach you that at nurse school?"

"No!" Jason took a deep breath that would stop him from battering Ben on the spot, "But they did teach me how to spank cheeky little boys until their bottoms glow red. Want a demonstration?"

Having had a few of those over the recent weeks Ben didn't, so skipped ahead slightly to put both him and his tracksuit trousers out of reach of his big brother's hands. Niftily changing the subject as he did so.

"So what are these kids like, you want me to meet?"

"Kenny Connor and Liam Breaksmith. They're the two St Cecil residents closest to your age, and Matron thinks they would benefit most from having a visitor from outside the hospice. Even you."

Ignoring the dig, Ben asked why neither of the boys had visitors for he knew if he, or Jason were in hospital, then their parents would be camped out in reception, if not actually in the next bed.

"Yeah Mum probably would," agreed Jason, before lowering his voice, "However, Kenny's parents died in the car crash that left him confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. He's got his grandparents though, and they are going to look after him, but their house needs a lot of work done before he can move in, so he's sort of stuck here until that happens."

The corridor they were walking down came to a sudden stop at a T-junction but Ben didn't know which way to go as all the corridors looked the same and although there were signs everywhere none of them made any sense to him as he wasn't looking for anywhere ending in either "…ology" so had to ask Jason about both that and the other boy. The latter of which left his normally unflappable big brother a bit lost for words.

"Liam is…." he started, "how shall we say, unusual."

Ben was interested, pushing for more information, in his own unusual way. "So what's wrong with Liam then? Is his head on backwards or something?"

"No," Jason chuckled., "Most certainly not his head. That works perfectly as does most of him, at least on the outside. It's his insides that are all messed up but that's not what I meant?"

"What then?"

It took a moment to explain, which apparently Jason couldn't do whilst still walking so they ended standing in the middle of the corridor getting in everyone's way, while Ben was reminded about how people let little kids get away with more than teenagers.

"Well, I was talking about Liam, when I said that. He's fourteen but goes out of his way not to look it, just so he can get away with things. And boy does he get away with things as I'm sure you'll find out when you meet him. Just don't stand too close."

There was no time for Ben to ask what his brother meant by that, as it turned out the real reason Jason had stopped walking was because they'd arrive at their destination. The St. Cecil's Patients Day Room.

"Just don't say anything stupid." Jason reminded Ben before pushing through the door and pointing his brother over to one side. "There they are. Go say hello."

Much to Ben's surprise Kenny Conner turned out to look like pretty much every twelve year old boy on the planet, other than for the one thing that wasn't all that obvious when he was first introduced to him. The wheel chair he was stuck in for the rest of his life.

Other than that though, he had the usual slightly gelled back hair, that wasn't quite messy but not really in a style either, and was wearing a black sweat shirt and trackies much the same as Ben was, with a pair of swanky trainers on his feet. Sure the trackies were a little bit bulky around his waist, and bulged out a little between his legs, but unless you knew what that meant, as Ben now did, you might not have guessed Kenny was wearing a nappy or indeed disabled in any way. In fact he didn't even mention it. Unlike his friend.

There was no mistaking Liam was wearing a nappy, because he made it really, really obvious he was, by the way he dressed.

Having first seen them both across the table, Ben hadn't noticed much out of the ordinary, just a dark blue t-shirt with a broad white collar that didn't look too strange, not even with the two light blue straps that went over each of his shoulders. It was only when he ventured around to their side of the table that he got to see that the fourteen-year-old was actually wearing a pair of shortalls covered in little cartoon cars.

What's more the shortalls were cut low on the sides. So low that the t-shirt didn't go down far enough to cover the top of the plastic pants poking out over each hip. Not that it would have mattered too much if they had covered it for the rustle was so pronounced whenever Liam moved that anyone would have know he was wearing a nappy, even if he hadn't been dressed like a toddler.

It wasn't just his clothes either. His brown hair was cut short, with the front of his fringe turned up. This made his ears look like they stuck out. Not in a way anyone would call him "jug-head" but in a way that was oddly cute, when connected to a pair of large round eyes, a pug nose, and a slightly oversized mouth that could break into a grin at any moment.

"Hi, you must be Ben, Jason's brother," Kenny's happy smile introduced himself holding out a hand inside a pair of finger less leather gloves that made it easier for him to wheel his own chair. "We're working on a banner for the Open Day. Want to help?"

Trying not to stare at the wheel chair, or either boys' nappy bulge, Ben took the stool Liam pulled out from under the table between them, and stared at the banner, laid out on the table. It featured the St. Cecil's name in big letters from one side to the other, arranged in a slight arc. Dotted around that were little cartoons of smiling kids on crutches, in wheel chairs or even in beds.

"We have to make them all happy," explained Kenny, "as we'll raise more money that way then if we do loads of sad teenagers in pain."

"Yeah," Liam spoke for the first time, his voice deeper than Ben had expected, despite knowing his real age. "No one wants to see spotty faces, screaming in agony. Can't think why?"

He was obviously joking, so Ben laughed, little knowing that he hadn't actually got to the punch line yet, "Thankfully I don't have any spots, and I only scream when my prick spurts buckets of cum."

There wasn't a lot Ben could say to that. Sure he and Charlie Walker often joked about stuff like that, but Liam just looked so much like a little kid who shouldn't even know about cumming let alone making jokes about it that it made him feel a bit uncomfortable, which was exactly Liam's intention.

Kenny, however, was used to it, "You'll have to excuse my friend. He's just wound up because they put him in locking plastic pants this morning and he can't spend all day playing with himself. Like he normally does."

"Too right I'm wound up. And worked up. Frustrated even. The one part of my plumbing that works right and I'm not allowed to use it. It's not fair. I tell you."

His words were delivered in such an over the top fashion that Ben couldn't help but giggle at him, especially as Kenny was laughing too.

"It's not funny I tell you. I can't get hold of anything."

The demonstration that followed proved to be a well practised, but under appreciated, comedy routine that everyone at St. Cecil's had seen dozens of time, but which Ben rather enjoyed, for the full on pantomime it was.

Sitting back in his chair, Liam spread his bare legs around the sides of the chair, stretching the groin of the shortalls until they were close to splitting, and then rubbing away for all he was worth at the enlarged mound in his lap.

"Nothing!" he said repeatedly, "I can't feel nothing. Might as well be a girl. I mean, what's the point in being a boy if you can't play with your boy parts?"

Ben couldn't disagree with that and nodded when Liam looked at him for support. Kenny didn't though and for good reason.

"How would I know. Mine doesn't work, does it?"

"Oh yeah. Forgot you were dead below the waist." Liam went into sad face mode for a fraction of a second, "Want me to give it another go?"

"No way, if the way you were yanking on it last time didn't do nothing, then nothing is going to."

Liam smiled, licking his lips, "Well I could try to…you know… again."

"No chance. Not having you slobbering around down there, like a dog after a bone. A bone you're never going to get, by the way."

"No harm in trying."

"Yeah, that's what you said when you tried the other side, and that didn't work either."

A smiled crept right across Liam's face, along with a very childish snigger, "Worked for me."

"Not for me it didn't, and I'm not explaining why my bum hole got all stretched out to the nurse again. Thank you very much."

Liam laughed finding a compliment where none had been intended. "Stretched! Really? Nice."

Having said nothing for a few minutes, Ben was having trouble keeping up with the fast flowing banter, until, in the end, he just blurted out a question. "Do you guys? You know? Do it? With each other?"

They both turned to him, grinning, but for once it was Kenny who spoke first. "Of course, we're boys ain't we?"

"You've got a great grip though, Kenny, all that grabbing onto your wheels. Very squeezable." Liam demonstrated what he meant, over the front of his shortalls.

"Anyway," continued Kenny, "Basically, Liam does but I can't."

"Not for the want of trying though, eh Kenny?" prompted Liam with a wink that wasn't the least bit subtle.

"Yeah," he blushed slightly. "Well, there are some tests a boy doesn't want a doctor or nurse doing, ain't there?" he turned to his friend, "Unless that boy happens to be a total sex pervert of course, eh Liam?"

If Ben expected Liam to deny being a pervert, he was going to be disappointed.

"Hey, I could be dead next week, so best use it while I've got it. Right Benny Boy?"

"Right!" laughed Ben, blushing at the same time, sending freckles dancing all over his nose and cheeks until Kenny changed the subject to put him out of his misery.

"Your brother's great, you know."

It was meant as a compliment but, naturally Liam Breaksmith had to turn it into something else.

"Too right. For one thing he ain't a girl like the rest of the staff so he knows how to handle us, so to speak," he grinned before turning it upside down. "Some of the women here can be a bit rough with Willy and the boys."

Ben giggled. He couldn't help it. It was just a funny thing for him to say until he realised exactly what it meant. "Wait, Jason changes you then? Both of you?"

They both nodded, saying it was much better having another boy doing it than a girl which at least allowed Ben to steal some of his brother's credit.

"He practised on me, you know."

"You?" Kenny and Liam said together, their eyes going down to Ben's trackies. Kenny asked the obvious question, while Liam tried to find out for himself.

"Do you wear nappies Ben?"

He really should have expected the question given what he'd just told them and perhaps he had. What he couldn't have expected, however, was that Liam would check for himself, or that he'd do it in quite the way he did.

Suddenly there was a hand in Ben's lap that wasn't his, and it wasn't being subtle about grabbing on to what it found.

"He's not wearing a nappy now," announced Liam much louder than he probably should have, seeing they were in the middle of a hospice Day Room, and especially considering what he said next, "Does have some nice balls, and a juicy cock though!"

If anyone else had grabbed Ben there – Charlie Walker excluded – he'd have knocked their hand away, or even hit them, but Jason had made Ben promise to be on his best behaviour and, anyway, Ben rather liked it.

Of course, if any other boy had grabbed another boy's balls in a semi-public place, have kept quiet about it, but not Liam Breaksmith. He kept up the overly loud commentary.

"You know I think Benny boy here is getting a stiffie."

"Ben," he was corrected. His voice coming out in a bit of a squeak because, well, someone was holding his balls and someone else was watching and, he was getting a stiffie.

Thankfully Kenny told Liam to let go after a few minutes.

"But Kenny," protested Liam making his eyes go really big like a puppy does when he gets told off, "I was only helping."

"Yeah right," Kenny wasn't impressed even though he was laughing. "Helping yourself to a feel more like. Now hands off, or do you want Ben to run away like the last kid you did that to?"

The narrow shoulders gave a nonchalant shrug inside their braces, but the hand was removed from between Ben's legs, but only after it had helped itself to another feel to confirm what had already been detected and which Liam felt he had to announce. Again in a too loud voice.

"Oh I don't think Benny Boy is going anywhere soon, not with that tent in his trackies."

Looking down, Ben could see what Liam meant, as would have anyone else. Not that he was thinking of leaving anyway.

It was only around half an hour into Jason's shift at St. Cecil's and it wasn't like he could go home on his own. Truth is, he probably wouldn't even be able to find his way out of the hospital let alone take the three buses he'd need to get home. Only then to have to deal with his parents being all disappointed in him, not to mention what Jason would think about him chickening out after all he'd done to help him out.

No, Ben was going to stay no matter what. And anyway, other than the groping thing, Kenny and Liam were kind of fun. Not that the groping was even that bad, truth be told. It wasn't like Liam had actually squashed his balls, or anything. It had actually felt rather good when he'd held him.

"You know Ben, If you were wearing a nappy now, no one would be able to see that you've got a stiffy!"

It was a full ten minutes since Kenny had asked his question and the front of Ben's trackies was still standing up. Time which Ben had spent trying to change the subject, so it wouldn't. Only, Liam and Kenny though were having none of it.

"Or briefs," Suggested the latter, "It wouldn't show if you had briefs on either! A good tight pair of briefs would do the job so much better than boxers. More comfortable too, from what I remember."

Ben agreed, which led to another question.

"You wear briefs?"

He admitted he did, despite being thirteen but only when he was being a little boy for Jason to practise on, like when they went to the cinema or Dino Dan's.

"That place is for little kids," laughed, Kenny, "I haven't been there since I was seven or something and even then I felt too old."

Quickly explaining that was the exact reason Jason had taken him there, so he wouldn't bump into any of his mates from school, while he was wearing the St Cecil's uniform, Ben thought he'd clear that up, but it only made Kenny laughed more.

"They made you wear that? With the shorts and everything? No one wears that. Haven't for years. Your brother stitched you right up."

Ben was still digesting that, when Liam added to the conversation.

"I've been to Dino Dan's loads," he said, although there was more to the story than that, as Kenny quickly explained.

"Liam, they banned you. Like. For life?"

"So a temporary ban then," he laughed, but Ben wanted to hear more about why he'd been banned. Was it because he was actually a teenager, not a little kid.

"Oh no, they never noticed that. No one ever does. They just see the clothes and that's that."

"Right," Ben nodded, having experienced a bit of that himself during his own visit. Liam's experience, however wasn't quite the same, having become one of his most notorious exploits.

"If they make the toilets big enough for two people they shouldn't be surprised if some poor sick little kid wants someone else in there with them, to help them have a wee."

Sounded, innocent enough, until Kenny filled in the rest of the details.

"You asked one of the play helpers to hold your willy for you, and then got a stiffie when he did."

"So, he was cute and I wanted to play. He should have helped out the little sick kid with what he wanted."

Again Kenny did the details, "I knew him. He used to live in our street, and he couldn't have been that much older than you are – I mean your real age Liam – working after school and you embarrassed the crap out of him by asking him to hold your willy in front of the entire restaurant. He must have had the piss taken out of him for months after that."

It sounded like a funny story, but that wasn't the end of it, as Liam explained his motivation.

"Yeah well served him right. He embarrassed Kenny so I embarrassed him. Fair's fair right, Ben?"

For the first time Ben got to see the teenager under the mask of the somewhat sex obsessed toddler. Liam had planned it all. First finding out when that particular boy was working and where. Then arranging to be there for some special occasion he made up, just to get his revenge on behalf of his friend.

"Yeah," Kenny took up the story, "A lot of my mates, former mates, and people I knew from before my accident, sort of disappeared once they found out I had to wear nappies and was stuck in this chair for the rest of my life."

"Bastards!" the word exploded from Ben's mouth before he could help myself, leaving him quickly apologising for his outburst, looking around to see if any of the staff had heard, but they hadn't.

"Don't be sorry," Liam patted Ben's leg, "Cos you're not wrong. They were all bastards to Kenny, even telling him he was nothing but a big baby now, because he was stuck in nappies."

Ben repeated the same word albeit a bit quieter.

"Exactly, that kid thought it made him big to pick on Kenny but I showed him that us cripples can fight dirty too."

Liam basked in the glory before Kenny bought him back down again, "Yeah like that's why you did it not because you wanted to get wanked off by the third year table tennis champion?"

"Well there was that too, I guess," laughed Liam. "Table tennis player always have great strong wrists, not to mention a great grip on them don't you think Benny Boy?"

Not knowing any one who played table tennis Ben couldn't say one way or the other, but he did think it was a great thing that Liam had helped out his mate like that, even if he did have other reasons for doing so.

"Yeah I'm always helping people out," agreed Liam. "Speaking of which, how are you getting on Benny?"

He didn't need to say what, as all six of their eyes went down to Ben's crotch, which was still in the same state as before, if not more so.

"You know Ben," sighed Kenny, "You might as well take Liam up on his offer. He's just going to keep on about it until you let him and he is rather good at it, apparently."

Liam grinned at the compliment, "I am the St Cecil's Hospice's certified top little wanker, everyone says so, even your brother!"

It took a second before Ben gasped. "Jason? You've wanked Jason?"

"Well no, but it's not for the want of trying I can tell you. I'll get him in the end though. Just need to get him away from the stupid bitch he's always hanging around with. No idea what he sees in her, but I'll get him. No one can turn down a poor sick, dying kid forever you know?"

The smile that followed Liam's statement of intent was perhaps the slickest outside of a second hand car showroom, but even though the subject under discussion was a boy tying to wank off his brother, Ben could see that it would work, much to Kenny's amusement.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Liam Breaksmith, the biggest wanker St. Cecil's has ever known, always gets his own way."

No one was paying the three boys any attention, yet Kenny made a big show of spreading his arms wide as he addressed the invisible audience while Liam over played his part, taking a small bow and thanking them for their time.

"And now for my next trick!" he announced, "I shall endeavour to produce milk from young Benny Boy's willy."

Suddenly he turned to the blushing person under discussion, "Wait, you can shoot right?"

Ben nodded a head that felt like it was catching fire.

"Great! It's so much more fun when there's something to show for all my hard work. HARD work! Get it Kenny?"

A dirty look was shot across from the wheel chair, "How would I know I've not been hard since the crash."

Liam held up his hands, "Hey, don't blame me. I did my best, but that thing just doesn't work any more. Still, I offered you a go on mine, but you didn't want to, so stop your complaining."

"And I told you, I'm not touching yours cos I know where it's been, plus it's not like it even works all the time either."

"True. True!" Nodded Liam, "Still at least one of us three has a working one he can share with the group."

Both Kenny and Liam smiled, their heads turning slowly towards Ben, and then looking down towards the lump in the trackies.

"So, Benny Boy," Liam asked, "You ready to help out the poor crippled boy and the dying boy with a bit of group therapy?"

He was thirteen and had an erection so Ben's brain wasn't working at it's best, translating all the medical talk until Kenny laid it out for him, in more simple terms.

"Do you mind if my perverted friend here, gets your willy out and gives you a wank while I watch?"

Liam started to bounce in his seat, "Oh say yes Benny Boy. Go on. You'll like it. I promise. I'm a very good wanker. Honest."

He wasn't lying. Liam was indeed a great wanker. Probably one of the best in the world. At least that's what Ben thought once he'd got over the embarrassment of something getting his willy out in the middle of a large room with people coming and going. No one could see though, not with the two boys sitting on either side of him and the table in front.

Sitting back, slouching in the chair in a way that would have made his Dad say something about his posture, Ben tried to keep a look out, but it wasn't long before his eyes were either unfocussed or completely closed.

Sliding down the seat a bit. He was panting in seconds as long cool fingers curled themselves around his stiffness. A stiffness that had been allowed to spring free from his track suit trousers by that same hand, even though it had freed itself from his boxers, by poking it straight up through the underwear's fly.

"Nice willy!" Liam said when he saw it, inadvertently repeating the same words several other people had said recently. Mind you, even Kenny said Ben had a nice one and he was far from the expert Liam was.

"No pubes?"

Liam's fingers were inside Ben's boxers now, prizing out the thirteen-year-old's balls out one by one, via a massaging motion that made their owner totally unable to answer in words. Thankfully Liam worked out the answer for himself.

"Oh right Stubble. You've been shaved. Why?"

"Jason!" Ben gasped, "Practise! Nappies! Itchy!"

The other boys both laughed obviously having been there themselves and sacrificed their own pubes for comfort even if there was some dispute about just how much Kenny had had to start with, given he was only twelve.

"Looks better without any anyway." Liam noted, even though he couldn't actually see that much. "Much more little boyish and less messy too, especially when you're already leaking, eh Benny Boy?"

There was no answer to that but some gurgling from the back of Ben's throat, as Liam retracted the foreskin to expose the slightly bulbous crown.

"Nice!"

Liam would say this so often no one could be clear, what he actually found to be nice, Ben's head having lolled back so he was staring at the blurry ceiling already lost to the lust that was quickly coming his way.

"Hurry up." Kenny urged his friend, but Liam knew exactly what he was doing and was in no rush. All the same, less than five minutes later it was all over.

In the meantime, Liam's hand seemed to glide up and down Ben's rock hard, pulsating shaft, with just the right amount of grip to make the boy's eyes spin in their sockets, but without rushing towards the slightly sticky end any more than he needed to.

Thankfully Kenny had the fore-sight to provide a hankie so Ben didn't have to go home with sticky stains all over his trackies. Not that it would have been more than a few spots but to Ben those spots felt like his entire insides were spurting out of that delightful organ between his legs, along with all the breath from his lungs and which left him little more than a panting wreck on the chair.

"You might want to put that away now!" laughed Kenny when Ben's eyes came back into focus.

"Let me!" offered Liam tucking the spent penis back into Ben's boxers and then pulling the front of the trackies up over them again. "That was most enjoyable."

"You're welcome!" replied Ben, breathlessly, making Kenny laugh.

"See what I mean about people doing whatever Liam wants. He just pretty much molested you and you thanked him for doing it. He can get away with anything."

"But I promise to only use my powers for good, not evil." Liam's hand went over his heart, "Or at least, good evil. Or Evil good. One or the other."

Ben laughed with them both, totally forgetting he was in a hospice with two sick boys, although remembering they should actually be working on the artwork laid out on the table that had hidden what they'd actually been up to.

Picking up the crayons and coloured pencils left for them, they got back to work, chatting away as they did, although it was never going to be long before the subject that had bought them all together in the first place.

"You know Ben, There's a great difference between wearing one for a few minutes to help your brother out and having to wear one all the time, especially if you don't have no choice about it," explained Kenny while naturally Liam went into more detail. Rather too much detail

"Those of us that have to wear them all the time, can find it quite embarrassing to have a flood of hot wee-wee, sloshing around your bits but that's nothing compared to having one full up with your own pooh." He pulled a face.

"Mind you, at least someone else gets to clean up the mess and you don't have to keep getting up to go to the toilet, no matter what you've had to eat or drink, so you don't get to miss anything that's going on."

"That's true." agreed Kenny, before admitting he needed a change, and asking Ben to fetch Jason for him.

Pushing back the chair Ben stood, remembering at the last moment to check the front of his trackies for any tell-tail signs Liam had wanked him off, but there was nothing other than Kenny and Liam giggling until he was out of earshot, at which point they started to whisper.

Ben was back a few minutes later with his brother.

"So which of you two lads is in need of my services then?" Jason held up a finger to stop Liam from suggesting something improper, "Professional services only. Not personal services."

"Spoil sport," laughed Liam, "But it's Kenny that needs a downstairs wash and brush up. I'm happy as I am. Plus I'm locked in anyway. You'll have to get the key from Matron."

Jason waited until Liam had finished theatrically pulling at the locked waistband of his plastic pants, before reminding him of just why that had been done.

"Not everyone wants to see your bits, Liam. Not the residents, not the staff, and certainly not the church delegation."

Liam sat back, folding his arms across his shortalls, "They didn't believe I was fourteen so I showed them. What's wrong with that?"

"The erection for one thing," laughed Jason, "And that they were old ladies for another."

In his own way, Liam, added up two and two, to get: "Yeah, probably been some time since they saw one, I guess. No wonder they were shocked."

Raising his finger Jason looked like he was about to go into lecture mode, but instead he just shook his head, and laughed along with Liam.

"And again he gets away with it," mumbled Kenny snapping off the brakes and rolling back from the table ignoring the tongue Liam poked out at him.

"So Jason," he waited until the teenager helper was behind him ready to push, "Ben tells me you put in him nappies to see what it was like to wear one. That right?"

"Yes, but that's not quite what happened he was just helping…" Jason didn't get to finish his clarification as Kenny indirectly issued a challenge.

"Well, me and Liam suggested to your brother that he should try wearing a nappy for 24 hours, so he can see what it's really like but Liam bet he wouldn't do it, although I thought he would. What do you think?"

Jason glanced over at Ben to whom all this was news, his eyebrows raised, above a small smile flicking on the sides of his face he proceeded to back his little brother further into a corner, "That's quite a challenge but knowing Ben he'll do it."

Ben almost got to say something about the matter but Liam got there first.

"Of course, if Benny Boy is wearing a nappy he'll have to use it, for everything."

It was all a big joke of course, cooked up by the two elder residents of St Cecil's who had little else to do all day, neither actually expected Ben would go through with it, but then they didn't know Ben like Jason did. It being only Ben's brother who wasn't shocked when he accepted the challenge.

The stunned look on the sick boys' faces would almost make it worth everything Ben was about to go through. Not that at that time he was overly worried. He'd worn a nappy before, even for several hours when he'd been strapped to his bed, so how different would it be to wear one all day, and night?

Quite a bit, as it turned out, as Jason really gave him the full experience.

Chapter 7
The Baby Night

Despite all the times he'd worn a nappy at home, knowing he wouldn't be getting out of it for an entire day, rather than just a few minutes while Jason checked the fit, made Ben somewhat nervous. It also, turned out to make the nappy even thicker.

This he pointed out, while standing with his arms above his head, while his brother undressed him, the moment he came home from school.

"It has to last all night so I don't have to keep getting up at all hours," Jason had explained, having cleared off the top of a low chest of drawers, he was going to use as Ben's changing table.

The thirteen year old's school trousers landed on his shoes with a bit of a thump, Ben quickly stepped out of them, and the slightly surprising underwear that followed.

"So you're wearing briefs now are you?" Jason asked, folding the discarded trousers, putting them onto the pile of his clothes he was slowly creating.

"Yeah," shrugged Ben, like a teenager should, hiding just how great he found the tighter underwear, especially when it came to holding down any erection he happened to get throughout the day. Plus there was something nice about having his testicles all cupped up like that, even if the briefs did tend to make his bottom look a bit bigger than his boxers did.

There was, in fact, only one bad aspect of wearing briefs, Ben had encountered so far, and that was they were white. Plain white. No colours, no patterns, and no fly either come to that. Which meant there was no hiding any of the common boyhood stains.

"Really, Ben!" sighed Jason spotting the yellowing at the front. "What did I say would happen if you didn't shake properly?"

Seeing no point in mentioning what sort of reputation a boy would get if he stood at the school toilets shaking his dick about, even if it was to clear the last few drops, Ben just said he'd forgotten as it was easier.

Or so he thought.

"You want to be treated just like you would be if you were at St. Cecil's right?" he was asked, and nodded, assuming Jason was talking about what he'd taken to calling the Nappy challenge, only Jason wasn't. Not entirely.

"Okay then. In that case you leave me no option."

Moving to Ben's side, Jason sat on the end of his bed, and as he was holding his brother's wrist, as he did so, Ben found himself half turned, and then, all of a sudden found himself over Jason's knee.

Just the one knee. Jason's left one. Ben's body draped across it, chest and shoulders on the bed, legs left dangling on the floor, until they became trapped under Jason's right leg. The youth's ankles crossing over, keeping the younger boy's legs firmly in position.

"Hey!" Ben complained when he realised what was going to happen, but it was too late then. Jason's left hand somehow managed to scoop up both of his wrists and pin them into the centre of his back, while the right hand got to work spanking the thirteen-year-old's bare bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blows were relentless, yet carefully placed. Clearly Jason had been practising for there was no overlapping, yet no spaces between the spanks he rained down on his little brother's bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

There was a lecture going on, but Ben didn't hear it though the sounds of the slaps, and his own cries turning to sobs, as his unprotected bottom got hotter and hotter.

When tears came Jason stopped for another lecture, repeating the things he'd said before, but that wasn't the end to it as he had another surprise up his sleeve. Or rather on his foot.

WHACK! WHACK!

Thankfully Jason used the slipper more sparingly than he had his hand, not that it matter all that much, as he had big feet, so the sole pretty much covered Ben's entire bottom at once, quickly ensuring the previous tears became supercharged as Ben's bottom was set on fire.

The entire spanking can't have lasted more than ten, perhaps fifteen minutes, but by the end of it Ben wasn't a thirteen year old boy who thought he could do what he wanted any more, but a little boy who'd been taught a valuable lesson, in behaving himself.

For the next half an hour, that lesson was reinforced while Ben stood in Jason's room with his hands on the top of his head, officially "thinking about what he'd done", although, to be honest, most of the time his mind was more concerned with how much his bottom stung. That and wondering why he had a stiffie from being punished.

He still had one when he did eventually end up laying on the changing table but then Jason had just rubbed lotion into his bottom to bring the sting down a bit.

Of course Jason had seen his little brother, naked loads of times by then, both with and without a stiffy, and had touched him in both states too. Moving the hard or soft organ around, in order to rub in powder or lotion, or even to shave away any of the pesky single hairs that cropped up from time to time, in order to get Ben ready to be put into one of his nappy.

Ben's nappies. That's what they called them now. The thick, bulky package that normally lived on top of Jason's wardrobe. Even Ben called them that, despite the fact he didn't actually need them, or have any helping sibliing reason to wear them, any more. Jason's training having progressed beyond that point. Yet here he was being put into an extra thick one, just to prove he could.

Slender, hairless legs were pushed so far apart they hung down on either side of the narrow cupboard-cum-changing-table, which did put a lot of weight on Ben's still sore bottom, but the advantage of the nappy being so thick was how it acted as padding.

Once powdered and lotion had been liberally applied, Jason put double the amount of pins in the nappy, getting it good and tight, before bringing out the usual plastic pants, which remarkably were able to stretch across what felt like an entire bedspread between Ben's legs they were pushed so far away from each other.

Finished, and happy with his work, Jason sent Ben downstairs, looking even more like an over grown toddler now, than he ever had before. The thirteen-year-old, unable to walk properly and rustling on every step he did actually manage which had clearly been done on purpose, to make the challenge trickier. So Ben's first port of call was going to be his Mum, in the kitchen, for some adolescent whining.

"Look what Jason's made me wear." he complained, overdoing the swinging of his legs, like a cowboy who'd spent most of his life in the saddle.

Mrs. Jacobson looked up from the kitchen table, reminding him it was what he had agreed to, which only wound the boy up, some more, mainly because it was true.

"But he spanked me and…"

"All little boys could do with a spanking from time to time."

The voice he hadn't expected stopped Ben dead in his tracks, as it didn't belong to his Mum, or even his Dad, or any other member of his family, but an old lady he knew only by reputation. None other than Mrs. Prankhurst, who not only ran St. Cecil's Hospice, but was his brother's employer, and who just happened to also be sitting at the kitchen table.

He didn't know what to do. No one had told him they had a visitor, although if they had he probably wouldn't have been listening, but it was also too late for him to get out of there without being rude which really wasn't going to help keep his mum on his side.

"Well I think you look perfectly fine," she told him, which wasn't what he wanted to hear, although there was a compliment coming, "And you're doing a wonderful thing for charity, helping out St. Cecil's. Say hello to Mrs. Prankhurst, there's a good boy."

He still wanted to turn and run – well waddle – away, but there was no chance of doing that, so instead he greeted the old lady, as politely as he knew how, even though she barely even glanced at him, continuing to talk to his Mum as if he wasn't there, dressed in an oversized baby's nappy.

"You know dear," she said, "All my boys used to wear nappies at night. It was what we did back then. Of course they stopped when they turned ten."

Her eyes shot in Ben's direction, for the briefest of seconds, which was more than enough to make the boy feel guilty, although about what he had no idea. Thankfully, Jason came downstairs hopefully about to offer a rescue.

"Hello, Mrs. Prankhurst," Jason said, clearly having known she was there. "How are you?"

"Fine, thank you, young man," she smiled at him. If you could call barely cracking her lips a smile, "I hear you are doing sterling work up at the hospice?"

"Oh yes, Mrs. Prankhurst, thank you for helping me get my place there."

"You are most welcome, young man. How are preparations for the fund raising going?"

It was an annual event, held originally within the ground of St. Cecil's but more recently having spread out onto some fields beside it. Fields that it turns out belonged to Mrs. Prankhurst, although why an old lady who barely left home needed fields, or indeed a hospice full of sick and dying kids, no one seemed to know.

Filled with all the usual thing you'd expect to find at such an event, like a tombola, raffle, and speeches from people who thought they were important, it now had a full fun fair travelling in to set up rides, various displays, and market stalls., It had become one of the main events in the town. Not that it had much competition on that front, but still. And always kicked off with a bit of a parade from the town centre out to the hospice, led by a marching band and a set of collectors, from St. Cecil's itself, to tug at heartstrings and open wallets.

Mrs. Prankhurst, suddenly clapped her hands, when Jason had finished explaining everything bringing the attention back to the question she wanted to ask. "And your brother will be taking part, I take it."

This was news to Ben. And apparently Ben alone.

"Of course, Benny has been letting me practise on him, and visiting the patients, so he will be able to show the other kids it's nothing to be ashamed off."

Turning to the confused boy, Mrs. Prankhurst crocked a finger at him which, in old lady speak, meant for him to come closer, which he did, reluctantly as he knew what was going to happen.

Mrs. Prankhurst's hand, which wasn't a long way from being a skeleton covered in thin paper-like skin, reached out, to rub across the tight plastic covering the nappy wrapped tightly around Ben's loins. Heading downwards, towards the bare leg, where it ran along the elastic seal, getting closer and closer to somewhere Ben really didn't want it to go.

"Well I have to hand it to you, Jason, you appear to have done a good job both here and here."

The second "here" wasn't on Ben's thigh, but right between his legs. So far up his legs, that Ben ended up on tip toe, so as not to have Mrs. Prankhurst groping him through the nappy.

"Well, I never!" Mrs. Prankhurst gasped as Ben danced back, "What a rude little boy you are, Benjamin. Has no one taught you to remain still while you are being inspected."

No one had but Jason was about to.

Holding his brother by the shoulder, he spun Ben about and then gave each of the backs of his legs a stinging slap, along with a warning.

"You heed, Mrs. Prankhurst, Benny."

Pushed back towards the old lady, Ben had to stand there, while she finished running her finger around the legs of his plastic pants. The back of her bony hand, pressing upwards into his privates, seemingly the entire time.

This went on for fifteen minutes. Neither Ben's Mum nor his brother saying anything, giving the old lady plenty of time, to finger the plastic pants, both top and bottom. She asked Jason how the lock at the waistband worked, having him release it for a second, but only, it seemed so she could push a finger inside the nappy beneath, even closer to the boyhood snuggled inside.

"Oh yes, I think Benjamin is going to be a boon to the fund raising in his little costume."

Ben should have asked what she meant by that, but he was too busy trying to think of something else. Anything else. And, anyway, it was probably just going to be a fund raising shirt or something wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Eventually, and not a minute too soon as far as Ben was concerned, Mrs. Prankhurst left, just before Dad came home, which clearly was some sort of snub, but at least meant Ben could get out of the kitchen.

Waddling himself into the living room, Ben gave a little jump to launch himself onto the sofa, shuffling himself backwards until he was huddled in against the arm so his elbow could rest there, pressing random buttons on the remote control until he found something he wanted to watch.

The comedy show was nearing the end, when his family joined him. Jason taking one armchair, while his Dad took the other, leaving the remaining space on the sofa for his mum to settle.

"So cute!" she mouthed over Ben's head at her husband, who nodded in agreement, almost smiling as widely as she was.

Jason said nothing, but noted his parent's happiness at the cuteness wrapped in the thick padding and plastic pants that would occasionally reflect whatever was happening on the television screen.

Subconsciously, Ben snuggled into his Mum, changing the angle of his lean from one side to the other. His head, resting on a maternal shoulder as it hadn't done in many a year, allowing his mother to feel the warmth of his body, nestling into her side. His eyes flickering slightly, occasionally closing for a few seconds before opening again.

"Someone is getting sleepy."

Looking over to the clock, Debra Jacobson was surprised by just how early it was. "Can't we give him a few more minutes. He's been such a good little boy, recently?"

No one argued, not even Ben himself, when his Mum expanded on her previous thoughts, lamenting this could be the last time Ben might want to cuddle with her, and wondering, out loud if they could keep him like this for just a little longer. Which, strangely was just what Andi Thackery had asked Jason.

Ben wriggled. His plastic pants squeaking slightly as he settled down further. Long bare, hairless legs, curling under his padded bottom, as his arms curled around his chest.

All in all, the thirteen-year-old couldn't have looked more the picture of innocence, until, that is, he started snoring, at which point, his entire family decided it was his bed time.

Jason took his sleepy brother upstairs, pushing the thirteen-year-old gently in front of him, only sorry he wasn't able to actually carry him, but their Dad wouldn't allow it. Not on the stairs.

On the landing, Jason's hand moved down from his brother's back to patting the padded seat, urging him forward, towards his bedroom, rather than the bathroom, pushing him over to the bed where the covers were thrown back to encourage the drowsy boy to climb between them and settle down for the night.

The covers drawn back over the slumbering lad, Jason neatly tucked them around the slender body, now laying centrally down the bed. A cute, boyish, head resting on the pillow all that would be seen one he started to back out of the room, leaving the bedroom door open as he knew his parents would want to see something that cute, when they, themselves retired to bed.

Chapter 8
Baby Day

The sun was up early, breaking through what had been a cloudy and cool week, over the last few days, raising the temperatures across the board, shining strongly despite the early hour, through the uncurtained windows of Ben Jacobson's bedroom.

The thirteen year old woke with a start, momentarily blinded by the light bathing his bed in brightness his eyes could barely contain. He struggled for a few moments freeing an arm from where it had become trapped in his bedclothes, before he could shield his vision, stretching as he did so, and becoming very aware he was only wearing one, rather bulky thing.

He smiled, his other hand, heading downwards towards the slippery plastic covering the thick bulky nappy between his legs, slightly amazed how he'd not only slept with all that pinned around him, but that he'd slept so well.

His eyes having adjusted enough, Ben pulled back the covers in the hopes he would cool off a little but it made no difference. The plastic pants apparently didn't just keep liquid in, but also heat. Body heat, of which he was generating quite a bit, having woken up in the usual aroused state that came with his age. Not that he could do much about that, as he couldn't even feel his erection, despite knowing it was there, which was more than a little frustrating to the horny teenager.

Still, at least he wasn't wet when Jason came in to wake him up, something his brother seemed oddly disappointed about.

"I was hoping for a bit more practise." Jason explained, a familiar white plastic bag, in his hand. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait. Come on. Breakfast, Benny!"

"Ben!" came the instant, if a little half-hearted correction, as bare feet were swung from the mattress onto the floor, and after several attempts, plus a little help, Ben was up and heading towards the smell of bacon, coming up the stairs.

"Did you have a good night?" Ben's mum asked him, as she always did, yet somehow it sounded a little different, as he waddled across the kitchen, and jumped his big padded bottom onto the nearest chair, landing with a puff of air, and a noise that made him giggle.

"No more hi-fibre cereal for our baby boy, I think?" Dad laughed, holding his nose and pulling a face which was matched by his youngest son.

Ben pouted, joining in with the game, "Great, bacon it is then."

Mum wasn't laughing, "That's not how we ask for things in this house is it Benjamin?"

He smiled his best, cutest grin, "Sorry Mummy. Baby Benny want Bacon, please."

Just catching the end of the conversation, Jason couldn't help laughing, well aware that was the first time Ben had referred to himself as a baby, despite being dressed like one. Their Mum, was also aware of that, and turned to the cooker to hide her own giggles, pretending to turn the gently frying bacon, even though it didn't need it.

A moment later a plate landed in front of the bare chested young teenager, containing nearly three quarters of the bacon packet, much to the disappointment of the other men in his family.

"Babies, need feeding!" he laughed at them, getting ready to stab most of the pile with his fork until his Mum stopped him.

"Oh no you don't. Safety first."

A tea towel flashed over his face, landing on his bare chest, and somehow tied off behind his neck making Jason realise what he'd forgotten to bring home from work. A bib. For the meantime though, the improvised version worked, proving a bit of a lifesaver seeing as how much fat dripped from the bacon Ben was soon stuffing into his mouth.

"Messy Baby!" his Mum laughed, using the kitchen flannel to clean up whatever was running down his face, as he chewed, staring at his Dad in a teasing fashion as the man, reluctantly chewed on the wall paper paste cereal that was apparently good for him.

Despite this, and the occasional fraternal dirty look thrown back in Ben's direction when even his Mum wasn't looking, breakfast in the Jacobson house was a fairly standard affair. At least for the weekend. No one had either school or work to attend, so there was no rush to be out of the house, although the parents were planning to go shopping later, there was no rush for them to get going.

They sat, they chatted, gaining updates on each other's lives, in a way that just had never happened, before Ben had volunteered to help his big brother. Before then he'd probably have still been in bed at this time, only emerging once the others had finished, to eat whatever he could find, and enquire when lunch was going to be ready, assuming he hadn't missed that too.

This though was much more civilised, and, it turned out, enjoyable for all four of them, which is probably why the elder generation sat around the table, were hoping it would continue for a long time yet.

Ben, for his part, enjoyed making his plastic pants squeak on the chair, but didn't overdo it as he once may have done. Oddly feeling rather grown up to be talking to his family, despite his very juvenile appearance that, amusing noises aside, he was barely aware of.

Eventually, it was time to move on and for Ben that meant a trip to the garden for some sunshine, which Jason explained was high on the list of things the St. Cecil's residents were encouraged to indulge in, whenever possible.

"Never underestimate the healing properties of the sun," he quoted the Hospice's benefactor, who was fond of saying old fashioned things like that, on account of Mrs. Prankhurst being, old fashioned.

"Of course," Jason continued, "When they are outside a lot of the St. Cecil's kids can't be trusted not to wonder off, so I'll just get the…."

"Harness, right?" butted in Ben, looking smug he'd worked that out himself, but a little less so when he saw it wasn't the one he'd worn before, but a bigger, stronger looking one, made from thick leather, that had more straps and attachments than even the one that had fastened him down to Jason's bed, allowing Andi Thackery to play with his bottom in a way that turned out to be rather nice.

Again the straps went over Ben's head and arms, before he was swiftly spun around so they could all be buckled together onto the rear panel up between his shoulder blades where he would never have a chance to reach them. Not that he'd try.

This time though, a waist belt followed, also fastened in the rear, although it took Jason a short while to make all the adjustments needed to ensure this new harness was as snug as the previous one had been, especially as, unlike that, there was now a crotch strap.

Ben was urged to open his thighs apart by a slap to the inside of each of his legs, so the now knelling Jason could reach between and pull the crotch strap between his legs and thread it into the buckle at the front. then, standing, Jason pulled on the strap, tugging it upwards, until it started to flatten the bulk of the nappy against Ben's groin, involuntarily lifting his little brother up onto the tips of his toes, until the locking pin was inserted into the strap, and it was fastened.

Dropped back onto the flat of his feet, with a sigh, Ben found the thick nappy remained tightly pressed between his now bowed legs, as the click of the rear panel closing over the straps sounded ominously like a prison door closing on his former life.

"So cute," Ben's Mum said, her hand pressed to her mouth, as Jason led the strangely attired boy through the house and into the sun drenched garden.

At this stage Ben wasn't overly worried. He knew from experience the thick, high hedges bordering the lawn would keep him away from prying eyes just as they had done through all the nudie games he'd played with Charlie Walker, over the years, some of which had left him in a similar position to the one he was about to take.

"I can't be watching you all the time," explained Jason, "So I've set up a way that you can remain safe, without having to be inside all the time."

Ben couldn't see anything, just the three big concrete poles set down the central path that had once supported his Mum's washing line, until Dad had finally given in and purchased a rotary one. The posts though had remained, being both too expensive and disruptive, to take out, although the actual line itself had long gone, having been utilised for the boys' games. Yet the central pole wasn't as bare as it usually was, for hanging down from a ring near the top was a slender length of chain, with an old, heavy looking padlock on the end.

Urging his brother over to it, via the reins, Jason, used the padlock to fasten the chain to a ring behind Ben's back, giving him a range of around twenty feet all around the pole, but no further.

Thankfully, Jason placed some old toys he'd discovered boxed away in the garage, within the radius for Ben to play with, which he soon was, kneeling on the soft grass, his big padded bottom up in the air as he ran the cars up and down their little plastic roads, almost completely lost in his game. Until, that is, his tummy rumbled.

He wasn't hungry having devoured most of a pig's worth of bacon, just an hour before but rather what followed such gluttony.

With the innocence of one who was used to going to the toilet when he wanted to, Ben didn't pay it that much attention the first few times, but soon he had no option, as his stomach started to cramp.

Having been in the same nappy since he'd come home from school the previous day, the teenager actually hadn't gone to the toilet at all, which is why his body was starting to rebel in a way that wasn't at all comfortable.

Struggling up onto his knees, he tried holding his breath but that wasn't going to do it, so like he had so many times before when he'd been dared to do something, Ben just went along with it. Not so much fighting the urge to mess his nappy, as positively encouraging it, knowing full well it wouldn't be his fault, and Jason would have to clean up whatever stinking mess he created. There was even a chance it might put his Mum, off thinking having a son in nappies was cute, although he doubted it. Still it was worth a try.

Like so many young boys, Ben Jacobson was no stranger to urinating outside, but kneeling down, in the bright mid-morning sunshine, trying to have a poo was something totally different, especially as he was fully dressed in the places that mattered.

Sliding his knees further apart, but remaining almost sitting on his heels, the thirteen year old took a deep breath and pressed down with his stomach muscles, in the only way he knew how to empty his bowels, which just happened to be the same technique he used in order to take massive home-made dildos or Charlie Walker's impressive cock up his arse.

It worked, just like it always did, from his bottom came a solid log of poo, deposited into the tightly pinned nappy that was waiting for it. Not that it could get too far, paused, trapped, with seemingly nowhere to go once it hit the inside of the nappy, giving Ben the exciting feeling of having his anus held opened, by it's thickness.

The boy sighed, then gasped as the turd began to break apart before spreading in all directions, feeling so hot against his flesh, but that wasn't the end. Just the beginning, as behind that solid log, came something rather more mushy, that went everywhere as it came out of him, spreading itself not just into the seat of the nappy, but just about everywhere else to.

Then, Ben started to wee.

Despite everything he'd never felt more like a baby than when he was squatting in the garden, filling his nappy and plastic pants from two different directions while, wearing a tight harness that prevented him from going anywhere. Not even when Charlie Walker came out of the back door.

"Your brother's gone with your parents, but they said it was okay for me to come…" the stocky boy stopped talking suddenly, shaking his head to clear the hair from his eyes, as he took in what he was now seeing. His best friend in a nappy, he'd expected, maybe even wearing a toddler harness, but not chained to a post, and certainly not using that nappy for it's intended purpose which he summed up, totally inadvertently, "…Oh shit!"

"Er. Hello!" Ben mumbled, settling himself down slightly, hoping to make what he'd done, rather less obvious. He failed so instead he explained about the dare he was doing, adding that because he was given it by two disabled kids, who wore nappies all the time he couldn't turn it down.

"Like you'd ever turn a dare down," laughed Charlie, walking around him to study the harness, and getting a whiff of something else.

"Have you?" he asked, whispering and pointing but not waiting for an answer before he was leaning down and patting his friend's enlarged bottom, able to feel the distinct extra filling despite the crotch strap.

Ben shrugged making his nappies crinkle. "I had to go. So I went."

For a moment Charlie said nothing, his hand lingering before finally being withdrawn, and wiped down the leg of his camouflage trousers. He then gave his fingers a sniff, which oddly grossed Ben out more than messing his pants.

"You're disgusting," he laughed, as Charlie pretended to lick his fingers although never actually making contact, despite his fingers being as clean as they had been when Jason had let him into the house, sending him out into the garden for a surprise.

"Yeah right! Says the big baby with the shitty nappy." the bigger boy replied, his voice dropping back into conspirational whisper, "Wait, doesn't that harness have things for your hands too."

It did, and soon Ben's wrists were buckled into them, his arms now crossed helplessly over his torso, like he was hugging himself, much to Charlie's delight.

"Oh yeah, that's so sexy."

"Pervert!" laughed Ben, but Charlie's imagination wasn't done yet.

"I bet anyone could do anything to you and there would be nothing you could do about it." he teased, his hands, rubbing the impressive bulge in the front of his trousers, right in front of Ben's face.

Pulling his shirt up, Charlie hooked it up over his head, exposing his well structured chest, with the taut stomach where a six pack was just starting to make itself known, while his slightly puffy nipples stood proud on pectoral muscles that came from playing any sport available to him. Yet, as impressive as Charlie's body was, it was nothing to the big muscle he was soon fighting to extract from his fly.

Long, large and hard, it was totally disproportionate to the rest of the thirteen-year-old's body that it had become the stuff of legend around the school both boys went to. More so amongst those who had actually seen it, the rest refusing to believe it was the size it was, without proof. Ben didn't need proof. He was very familiar with what was now being waved in front of his face, having encountered it in so many places, he'd lost count. One of which, just happened to be his own back garden.

Stepping forward, Charlie brushed himself across his kneeling friend's face. Running the head of his mighty erection from cheek to cheek. Pressing it against the small nose, and then into the small opening of Ben's mouth.

To anyone watching it would have looked like it was never going to fit, but the boys knew different. Charlie remaining still, his feet firmly planted on the ground, to allow Ben to control his breathing, through his nose, and push forward. Boyish lips glued to the enormous crown. Sliding around it. Stretching in an ever increasing ring, until they completely covered the crown, and started their way down the impressive shaft.

Every now and again Ben would pause. Occasionally he'd back up a little, letting the spit slicked shaft to slide out of his mouth, whilst always retaining the crown behind his gums. He'd breath, relax his mouth and eventually his throat, and then swallow that little bit more until he'd worked his lips most of the way down the Charlie Walker shaft.

That Ben didn't completely manage to deep throat the oversized organ was simply down to Charlie's trousers getting in the way, especially the teeth of the opened fly, digging into Ben's nose as he attempted to press home his advantage. Not that Charlie himself noticed. He was having to hold onto Ben's shoulders, just to remain standing, while well practised tongue, mouth and throat muscles, drove him to places most boys his age would never get to go.

"Shit!" he cried loud enough to be heard back at his own home, had his voice not cracked in the middle sending most of the word into an octave only audible to dogs, and just those dogs who had been trained to do so.

Had he not been as good as he was, Ben would then have had to start to swallow his friend's cream, but as it was, that just shot clean past his mouth, directly down his throat, leaving him with little to do, until Charlie's body had finished erupting, unable as he was, to do anything about his own, soggy and messy erection.

"Damn that was good," Charlie said, once he was able to speak again, tucking his still impressive limpness back into his trousers, and fastening the zip, while Ben made like the slut he sometimes thought he was, at least where his friend was concerned, licking his lips and savouring the taste.

When Jason returned half an hour later he found Charlie Walker on his knees, in front of his brother doing nothing more sinister than pushing a car along a plastic track. The pair of them laughing, like the toddlers, one of them appeared to be.

"I need a change!" Ben shouted when he saw him, which was confirmed by Charlie, holding his nose.

Spinning on his heels, Jason went back inside, returning a second time, now with two big white carrier bags and the keys that held Ben to the washing line, allowing Charlie to remove the rest of the harness, while he laid out a changing mat on the grass.

"Wait. You're going to change me out here?" Ben asked, not surprisingly, "In the garden?"

"Of course," replied Jason, "If you were a St. Cecil's kid on a day trip, we could hardly nip back to the hospice could we? Don't worry though, I've got everything I'm going to need right here."

Most boys would have protested at that, but realising Kenny Conner or Liam Breaksmith would have just accepted it for what it was, so did he. Staying on his knees, to crawl over to the mat, and laying on it, a process which moved things around in the back of his nappy. That made him blush, rather than the experience of having his big brother strip him naked, in the middle of the garden, with his best friend watching, and even asking questions.

Feet and shoulders on the mat, Ben arched his back, allowing Jason to reach under, to unlock the plastic pants before drawing them down his legs. Thankfully they were mainly clean, if a little damp in places, so could be left to one side to dry, while the main part of the operation took place.

Charlie was sent off to fetch a black bin bag from the kitchen as clearly Ben's nappies were beyond saving, at least in a domestic situation. The washing machines at St. Cecil's would be needed to restore them anywhere near the white they had been when Ben had been pinned into them the night before.

"Wow!" gasped Charlie when he returned, seeing the mess his friend was in. A hand slipped into his pocket, not quite as subtly as he thought.

Jason said nothing other than to instruct Ben which way to turn, or what to lift, so the now unfastened nappy could be pulled from between his legs, straight into the offered bin bag, which was quickly tied off, to prevent the smell from lingering longer than it needed to.

A smaller, nappy bag, soon joined the large bin bag, as Jason used most of a packet of wipes to clean between his brother's legs, returning the skin back to it's normal pink colour, but with the added sheen of cleanser, making everything sparkle in the sunlight.

"I think!" announced Jason standing up, "That I'm going to get rid of these in the bin at the end of the street before I carry on. "

He left, Ben laid out on his back, legs splayed, showing everything he had, which was an invitation Charlie Walker wasn't about to turn down in order to repay the favour he'd been given.

More used to receiving than giving, and not about to use his mouth on something he'd just seen covered in nastiness, Charlie did have a very firm grip, attached to strong forearms and wrists, from both playing his beloved sports and doing what he was now doing to Ben's modest length, to himself.

Not having played with himself for what felt like an age, but was actually less than twenty four hours, Ben was soon lost in the place he'd taken Charlie earlier. His head rolling from side to side, while his hands slapped the plastic mat beneath him, as teenage fingers that weren't his own, quickly bought a dribble to the end of his twitching willy.

Charlie only just managed to snatch his hand away from between Ben's legs, when Jason stepped out of the back door and was still wiping his sticky fingers on his trousers, when the elder boy knelt down with a fresh nappy in his hands.

Both the younger boys would have sworn blind, Jason could never have known what they got up to, totally forgetting the sixteen year old had once been thirteen himself, or that he was medically trained to a point where he would know why they were both out of breath, why Ben's willy looked like it did, and why Ben's entire body was as flushed as it was. He said nothing, of course, just got on with the job, of making his little brother decent enough for their parents to come home to, in a way that would also ensure he got to complete his bet, or dare, or whatever it was, he had with the young patients at the Hospice, even if this hadn't been quite what they'd meant.

For Liam Breaksmith, upon hearing the details a few days later, Ben had clearly had way too much fun wearing nappies, which, with more than a hint of jealousy, he was going to do something about.

In the meantime, once Ben was pinned back into his nappy, with the plastic pants pulled up and locked around his waist, Charlie reinstated the harness around his friend's torso, but didn't attach it back to the washing line post, instead, holding onto the re-attached reins, which then never left his hand.

The thrill of having total control of Ben's movements, occasionally showed in the front of the combat trousers, but were mostly kept under control as Charlie was used to doing whenever he became aroused in public.

Jason let them get on with it, turning a blind eye to the occasional gropes, prods and pokes that happened, while he was making lunch for all three of them, or the way Charlie Walker took great delight in briskly scrubbing Ben's face and hands with a warm soapy flannel before allowing him to sit at the table for his sandwich. Or the way he constantly checked Ben's nappy, even though it was highly unlikely the thirteen year old had anything left inside of him, to fill it. Not even attempting to be subtle about it as he jammed a finger inside the elastic of the plastic pants.

As it was, Ben wouldn't need another nappy change that day, remaining clean and dry not just through lunch but into the evening, even after Charlie had headed home upon the return of Ben's parents. The nappy eventually being removed shortly after the allotted twenty-four hours were up, with Ben heaving a great sigh of relief at being able to finally bring his legs together until they touched.

Chapter 9
Fundraiser

Jason and Ben arrived just minutes before the fundraiser was about to get underway, thanks to heavier than expected traffic leading up to St. Cecil's.

Once dropped off by their Dad they made their way through the surprisingly large crowds, to the tents set up on the front lawn, quickly passing through the refreshment tent, and into a smaller one at the side, marked up with a big red cross.

"Why do they need a medical tent," wondered Ben, "They do know there's a massive hospital like, right there. Don't they?"

"It's because," Jason started to explain before seeing the cheeky grin on his brother's face. "Oh shut up and get naked."

Such a command may have been a surprise just a few weeks earlier but the thirteen year old now took it in his stride and was soon wiggling out of his clothing, naturally leaving his shirt and shorts for Jason to pick up, seeing as that was the older boy's role now, as his carer.

It had been Jason's intention to get his brother ready at home, but Ben's inability to get out of bed while the clock was still in single figures, along with their Mum's insistence they both had a full breakfast before embarking on a long day, soon put pay to that.

Thankfully Jason had everything ready in the oversized nappy bag which now seemed to be his constant companion.

Knowing what to do Ben laid himself on the examination table, hands behind his head, tapping one of his bare feet on the plastic coated surface as if it was Jason holding things up, with an unnecessary bottle of oil, tubs of powder alongside the nappies themselves.

"You want to look good for Mrs. Prankhurst and the photographer don't you!" he was told, as both substances were applied by expert hands to his, quickly expanding loins and around his bottom, followed by not one but two nappies, each taped up and then covered in a plain white set of locking plastic pants, branded with the Hospice's logo.

"Mrs. Prankhurst wants to start selling these, so make sure the photographer gets it in shot, if you can. Hands up!"

Ben was sitting up now, doing as he was told, so what he assumed was his shirt could be slipped over his head, only this turned out to be a sleeveless onesie which had been especially made for the occasion. The front and back giving the name of St. Cecil's in a carefully positioned arch running from one of Ben's nipples to the other. The tiny pink pricks of flesh acting as visible stops for the lettering.

The sides were high cut, and designed to make the bulk of the nappy as visible as possible, to demonstrate what the patients had to put up with. For the same reason – Jason said – it was tighter than it normally would have been, with extra strong fastenings between Ben's legs, of the same design as the locking safety pins.

"Lift your head up, as high as you can so I can get the posture collar on."

"For kids that can't hold their own head up, right?"

"Exactly, and to keep them focused on what is in front of them. Lift your chin higher, for me."

Made in two parts of stiff, padded plastic, that was the same size all the way around, but for a slight cut away in the front for Ben's chin to sit in. The collar had been adapted from those used to prevent spinal damage following a car crash or similar accident. Without the need for the patient to keep their head elevated on their own – in case they couldn't – the collar was slid in from either side until there was a slight click of them joining up . A wide leather strap passed around the middle, which Jason quickly buckled up, after giving it a good tug to ensure it and the collar were both as tight as they could be.

"I can't move my head." Ben said with a little surprise even though he'd been told about the collar beforehand.

"That's the idea, now give me your hands."

He did, watching as his fingers were curled into a fist and that fist was pushed into a padded round ball, which fastened around his wrists.

"Wait these aren't the anti-itch gloves?"

"No, these are better," Jason demonstrated, inserting a key into each, and turning it until a click signalled the gloves were locked on, in the same was as he would soon be applying to the harness his brother was wearing.

In some ways this was the same as those Ben had previously worn, but in others it looked very much simpler. Just two widely spaced straps over his shoulders, running down and riveted to the front plate, perfectly positioned beneath the writing on the onesie. There were no side straps, the face panel being a single section of leather that wrapped itself around Ben's slender torso, dipping beneath his rip cage, and fastening with a ratchet system behind his back which was then locked.

Ben would have liked to ask about that, seeing as his hands were in mittens anyway, but didn't get the chance as if right on cue Andi Thackery ran in, to say Mrs. Prankhurst wanted to get under way.

"Oh right!" quickly Jason pushed the tip of the expandable dummy into his brother's mouth, giving it more than enough turns for the bulb to prevent Ben from complaining about Andi saying how cute he looked.

Between them the two sixteen year olds soon had everything cleared, up, back into the nappy bag, before, and very much to Ben's surprise picking the boy up between them.

If he could have Ben would have twisted his head from side to side, asking what was going on, only he could do neither, with his hands having no grip it was all he could do to put his arms around the necks of his brother and his brother's girlfriend and hang on for the journey not even able to say anything beyond a muffled mumble, as Andi pinched his thighs, and poked a finger at the edges of his onesie.

They didn't go far. Only out through a flap to where a strange sort of baby bouncer/baby walker hybrid had been parked. That it was perfectly sized for a thirteen year old boy, wasn't entirely lost on Ben, even before he'd been fastened into it.

A large, double caster wheel sat at each corner, attached to a frame work shaped like a pyramid, coming together in a point at the top, from where four thick bungee cords, lead back down to a seat constructed like a baby's swing with leg holes into which Ben's feet were threaded.

He dropped into the seat, finding it not too uncomfortable, even though it push both his nappy and onesie, right up to the tops of his legs, the rest of which remained fully exposed dangling beneath, his feet only just touching the ground. At least for now.

Clips attached the harness to the back of the seat, his arms then pulled to the sides where they too were clipped into place, with a collection cup, bearing the hospice's name, fixed onto both the mittens with Velcro that had been sewn into them for just that reason along with a couple of bells, to make sure they were noticed, which of course, was the entire point of the day.

"Okay, that should do?" announced Jason having checked everything, "Lift him up."

Somewhere in the back, was a lever. Once Andi put her foot on it, it made the entire frame lift up, releasing the brakes built into each wheel, and Ben's feet completely clear of the ground.

Now mobile, it was an easy matter for the two older teenagers to push the younger one, towards the front of St. Cecil's where the dignitaries were being herded into a line by the photographer from the local paper, who was covering the Fundraiser.

There was Mrs. Pankhurst in the middle, of course, with some of the staff behind, and a few of the more presentable residents scattered around, and some sort of local celebrity Ben didn't know. Neither of his friends were there, but given how Kenny and Liam were likely to behave that wasn't overly surprising. Volunteers like himself, made up the rest of the group all with their collecting buckets but with T-shirts rather than onesies.

Because of the size of his walker, Ben was left to the side, for the first photographs, but soon found himself surrounded when the photographer spotted him, and made him the centre of attention once he found out Ben wasn't actually either a resident, or disabled.

"Ben just wants to help so much!" Andi told the man, in barely disguised sarcasm whixh the reporter totally missed, and which would become the main quote of the article which would eventually be published, on the front of the paper.

The day was warm, as the possee of collectors set off from the building to make their almost constant circuits of the grounds. Occasionally individuals would peel off, to cover the more inaccessible corners, where the richer donors tended to hide out, but as Ben couldn't easily travel across even the neatest grass, Jason and Andi kept him to the main path, where he soon attracted a lot of attention.

Nearly all the time people stopped the mobile baby bouncer, some almost getting run over in their keenness to have a snap taken with the cheeky looking helpless boy with the long bare legs. Little kids whooping with a glee Ben didn't always feel, as he was bounced on command. Andi pushing down on his shoulders, stretching the bungee cords above until he had to bend his legs, so they wouldn't crash into the ground, and then letting go, sending him up almost a foot into the air.

The only way he could stop this was to pose for the photographs that were wanted, and duly charged for, by his enterprising brother with all the money going into the collection cups.

Within fifteen minutes both of the cups in Ben's hands needed emptying, and again just ten minutes later. By which time, Ben was starting to sweat a bit especially around those parts in close proximate to the plastic seat.

Thankfully drinks were on hand, back in the First Aid tent in the shape of a plentiful supply of Pepsi which Ben sucked up through the straw pushed into the hole at the front of the dummy.

Belching wasn't an overly pleasant experience with the bulb still filling his mouth so with that lesson learnt, he drank the next one slower, the bottle now attached to his harness which if anything made him look more like a baby, especially as the grown-up soda had been decanted into a baby style bottle.

"It makes him look even cuter, if that's possible," Andi pinched his cheek as he couldn't move out of reach, "And get us more money. So, result."

She was right, Jason having to carry a bucket into which the smaller cups could be emptied every few minutes, which is what he was doing, with the nappy bag over his other shoulder, when the brothers ran into their parents.

"So cute!" Mum said, to her youngest before launching into a lengthy tale of how he was being helpful and kind to assist his big brother's career, which Ben found to be one of the most embarrassing things about the entire fundraiser, even as the Pepsi started to do its thing. Such was the attitude of being a thirteen-year-old boy.

When all this had started, he may have been able to control his bladder to some degree, yet he'd become so used to wearing nappies this wasn't necessarily still the case and being bounced up and down hardly helped.

Finally even Jason had had enough of their mother's tale spinning, and Ben found himself back in circulation around the main paths, only now he had a rather substantial pool of yellow liquid sitting right at the bottom of his nappy.

Buckets and cups continued to fill, Ben easily raising more than any of the other collectors, which is probably why he kept been wheeled out, despite this meaning he was missing all the events and exhibits, as he worked. Until he became one of the exhibits. That of a new changing table, the hospital had purchased with the money raised at the previous annual fundraiser.

"I think we could demonstrate that for you Mrs. Prankhurst!" offered Andi, seeing the owner trying to field a barrage of question as to how it worked, and what all the various bits were for.

"Oh could you, dear. That would be a blessing."

Ben wasn't so sure about this, although he was rather relieved to be unclipped from the bouncer, and lifted out of the hot sticky seat, to be placed upon the cooler surface of the changing table where he was allowed to lay down.

"Oh he's wet his nappy!" spotted a young girl at the front of the crowd, giggling a little until Jason stepped in to explain this was perfectly normal for a disabled boy, and why he was wearing nappies in the first place.

"But he's not disabled," she pouted back, "the lady said so, at the beginning."

"That is not the point, now watch and learn if you want to be a nurse when you are older," Andi snapped, in the same voice she used for the patients. The one that sounded polite, yet fearful at the same time and clearly worked on girls as well as boys.

Allowing his girlfriend to deal with the crowd gathered in the demonstration tent, Jason, pulled long Velcro straps right across Ben's upper body, making sure to trap the baby's arms, with a further strap threading through the front of the posture collar, holding his head down, tight onto the little pillow beneath it.

Little telescopic arms, came out from the sides ending in cups into which Ben's heels could and were put. Straps holding them there, until his legs were not just spread apart but pushed back, bending his knees until they were either side of the tied down torso holding him helpless, while his nappy was changed.

At first Ben took this in his stride, thinking it was a demonstration only and that Jason would stop when it was time for the final reveal having shown how the changing table worked. Only he didn't.

The locked poppers holding the onesie were undone, the tightly stretched garment springing back on ts own to reveal the plastic pants beneath, to the surprise of no one, seeing how much noise they had made the entire time.

More locks were released and the plastic pants came down, each of Ben's feet being released one at a time only for as long as it took to remove them, Jason naturally being careful not to spill any of the liquid they contained, until they had been dropped into a handy waterproof bin beside the changing table.

Then it was time for the nappy itself.

Expertly tapes were peeled back, allowing the front to be pulled down, at which point all the complaints Ben would have liked to have made, became pointless, as he was totally exposed.

The little girl got as far as "I can see his…!" before Andi stopped her, with another lecture, about patient privacy, which was rather ironic given there had to be thirty people of all ages crowded around the half naked teenaged boy having his nappy changed.

"Disabled boys are used to this," she pointed out. "To them this is normal. They do not feel embarrassed about it."

Ben wasn't so sure about that, given the way his face was burning red, but at least he couldn't see the people who could see him.

Then it got worse.

After listening almost patiently the little girl waited until the teenager had finished before raising up her arm, with an accusing finger pointing to the end, "But it's getting bigger."

Ben had, of course, been aware of that, which is why he'd been listening to Andi talk hoping the boring information would do something about it. It hadn't, although Andi soon did.

He couldn't see, and didn't need to as it was spelled out for him and the other's watching, why a cold flannel was needed, and why that would help with his "problem."

There was a gasp when this was put into action, mostly from the male members of the audience, while the younger ones could barely watch the U shaped ring being passed beneath Ben's tightly drawn up testicles, or the one with the lug protruding from the top, that went on top, so the chastity device could be looked on, with a little padlock.

Other than having his penis locked up, the process of having his nappy changed was the same as it always was, for Ben just much more frustrating and slower as each procedure needed explaining from the cleaning with baby wipes, through to the new nappy going on, via the re-powdering, and ending with a clean pair of frosted vinyl pants being tugged up Ben's legs. The onesie though, wasn't fastened, just rolled up, to show off the nappy and, helped Ben collect even more money, once he was back in the bouncer for the final part of the day.

Up on the stage once more for the closing speeches, Ben was given three cheers by the crowd for his collecting and got to pose with the sort of oversized cheque which always went with these sorts of events. Then, finally he got to go home.

Upon finding his son nodding Mr. Jacobson just picked Ben up out of the bouncer by himself, just about managing to cradle the young teenager in his arms for the journey to the family car. The boy was laid out on the backseat, where his brother joined him, resting the lad's head in his lap, stroking the sweat clumped hair, while Ben subconsciously continued to suck on his dummy until they were home.

Once more carried like the toddler he was dressed as, Ben was barely aware of the mittens being removed from his hands, or the harness and onesie being pulled over his head. He stirred a little from the crinkle of the plastic pants coming down, coming a little more awake, as his nappy was removed.

"Think we'd better get you into a bath, young man!" his Mum said, in the tone that meant it wasn't a question, but an instruction.

He walked, able to stretch his legs for the first time, after rolling from the real changing mat, that had been placed on his bed.

"A gift from Mrs. Prankhurst," his Mum told him, "She was so pleased with you today, as were Daddy and I. You're a good little boy," she added, rubbing his head. "At least you are when you're like this."

Previously he'd have complained, but he was too tired to do that now so just smiled up at her, and barely aware he was doing, called her "Mummy!" which made her smile even wider. A smile which continued as he was helped into the bath, that relaxed him further to a point he forgot all about being thirteen, and especially his one souvenir from the day.

"Andi you forgot to give me the key for Baby Ben's chastity cage." Jason spoke into the phone.

"Yes. I FORGOT!" his girlfriend giggled. "Anyway it'll do him good not play with himself for one night. Or, maybe longer. I mean I could lose the key completely, you know?"

Knowing better than to argue with her when she was in this mood, Jason let the matter drop, not even aware his parents – or his Mum at least – was thinking the same thing, as she wrapped Ben in a big fluffy towel and started to dry him on the way back to his bedroom.

There was no resistance as he was taped into another nappy, plastic pants along with the all-in-one pyjamas she had selected from the St. Cecil's storeroom, that made him look like a cuddly little puppy dog, compete with paws on the built in feet and mittens, not that the pre-attached mittens were needed, given Ben couldn't play with himself anyway.

Settled in bed, the big baby boy's eyes flickered once, then closed, as he snuggled down, his middle crinkling slightly, until he grew still, yet not quite silent, with the little snores, that came from between his slightly parted lips taround his dummy, as he dropped further and further into a deep sleep.

For a moment, several moments, his Mum stood over him, looking down at his still quite small form, brushing a stray hair from his cute face. The covers pressing lightly over his torso allowing her to watch as his chest rose and fell with each breath, along with the padded bulge that marked out his middle, before the covers dropped back down again, to his legs and feet.

She smiled like only a mother could, barely remembering Ben wasn't actually a baby, even though he was dressed more and more like one. Usually so full of life, always covered in tiny cuts and bruises, he had no explanation for, with a cheeky voice to match, he certainly didn't behave like a baby. yet it was like he was two again.

Looking up she happened to gaze at the top of his wardrobe, where a Teddy Bear so badly in need of love had come to rest. An ear was missing. One eye a bit loose. Stitches were visible where she'd made valiant attempts to keep more stuffing inside than out. Memories that coursed through her maternal mind as she reached for the toy from what could well have become its last resting place, and placed it back where it had once always been. Tucked under the covers, beside her youngest son. Her baby.

Chapter 10
A Frustrating Morning

"MUM!" Ben shouted, a little louder than he'd intended, shocked his mother would pat his bottom as he climbed into the car. It wasn't so much the act itself, although that was bad enough, but at least there was no crinkling of plastic pants from beneath the pale blue baggy shorts, he was wearing.

You weren't so shy yesterday she thought to herself, disappointed not to feel the extra padding of a nappy wrapped around her son's loins but the flesh itself.

Backing off to allow him to make himself comfortable, desperate to help him with his seat belt, for once remembering he was thirteen not three, despite the way he was dressed.

As it was the Sunday following the fundraiser. Ben had been allowed a lay in after his exhausting day, although his Mum did check in from time to time as did Jason. His brother though, did not feel the need to readjust the Teddy Bear or to check Ben was still wearing nappies, as he just assumed he was. Mum though, just liked looking at that thick padding between the thirteen-year-old's leg. Able to touch it, even poke at it, all without Ben noticing. Until the last time.

"Morning Mummy," he said eyes flicking open, then closed again, in embarrassment. "Mum."

"That's okay darling, you can call me Mummy if you want. I don't mind."

Far from it, Debra Jacobson, liked it. A lot. Watching with a slight smile on her lips as the boy slowly came to life, rubbing his eyes, and then, stretching only to freeze as the crinkling sounds coming from further down the bed.

"Why am I still wearing a nappy?"

"Why not? Besides you were so tired, I thought it would be wise, in case you needed to go."

Somewhat breaking the image his mother had of him, Ben's teenage sarcasm made itself known. "I don't actually need to wear nappies you know."

"I know," she smiled, trying to sort out his hair, "But they do make you look so cute."

"I do not." He pouted at that, which did little to help his cause, while the way his Mum giggled, had some impact on his ego, although not as much as it would have once done.

Breakfast with just the two of them had been fun, with Jason and his Dad helping with the clean up and dismantling of the Fundraiser attractions. Debra, noting that somehow Ben had managed to get out of that, to spend time with his friend, instead of his Mum., Nonetheless she offered to drive him over to the Walker house.

With the main car up at St. Cecil's, they took the spare car, with the wide back seat, and Debra started to wonder if there was enough space to fit a safety seat, of a size to fit a teenager, which was a shame as she was sure, Ben would look even cuter, all strapped in, with his bare legs flapping about, just as he'd used to do. Just where they'd get something like that, but maybe she'd mention it to her husband, when he got back. After all, Jason might know.

The journey was quick, the boys usually travelled by riding their bikes, or even walking, but silent. Ben had a lot on his mind. Well, not his mind exactly, but down between his legs, where tucked away inside his nappy the chastity device was still doing its job, despite the best attempts of his naturally horny thirteen year old, penis.

All night it had been like that. Attempting to get stiff, but not being able to. The most frustrating night of young Ben's life. There was only person who would be able to help. At least one person he could ask.

"I need a wank, like now," he blurted the moment his mum had pulled away. His voice still louder than he'd intended, making him blush, especially when Charlie giggled, and cast a look into the living room.

"No. Shit. Your parents aren't here, are they?"

They weren't. "I'm just messing with you, but don't let me stop you."

The other boy made a grab for the area under discussion expecting to find something hard, only not what he found.

"What the fuck is that? Did you petrify your dick!"

The local comprehensive geography teacher would have been most surprised to hear that term used, almost correctly, if not the swearing that followed, once Ben's shorts were down.

"You still wearing the briefs… oh shit. What the fuck is that?"

With his original question being rhetorical, it was quickly forgotten when the childish underwear came down, and he saw what was beneath.

"Weren't you at the Fundraiser?"

"No, had some family thing but I've seen…" he paused, about to reach for something he'd been carrying until he'd dropped it in surprise, "Wait, this… whatever this is… happened there?"

Ben nodded.

"I mean they do that to the kids up there? Put a thing on their… thing?"

Again with the nod, "Mainly this kid called Liam who can't leave his, or anyone else's alone.

The thought made Charlie smile, "Yeah, you mentioned him. So why you got one on."

"Demonstration, apparently but now it's stuck on cos Jason's stupid girlfriend's got the key, and I can't get it off without it."

"You mean," Charlie bent down for a closer look at the ring snugly tucked away behind his friend's swollen testicle, and the small tube inside which was a penis he knew from personal experience to be normally rather bigger than it currently was. "You can't get off!"

His friend laughed, but Ben didn't. "Exactly!"

"But if you can't yourself, and…" Charlie's hand shot out, taking a firm grip of the chastity device, but was unable to feel anything but plastic, "… clearly I can't… you know…Then how are you going to?"

The hand lifted, forming thumb and forefinger into a circle, Charlie gave a rather unsubtle hint.

Ben grinned, "Easy," he said, taking his turn to make a grab, for the more substantial contents of his friend's jeans. "With this."

Not as unused to being groped as you might have expected, once the news of his premature endowment had got around, Charlie caught on instantly. Knowing exactly what was being asked of him, and very willing to help out his cutest friend in that way. Again.

Twenty minutes later, a breathless, sweaty Charlie had a question.

"Hey, do you think we could borrow that bouncy thing from the fundraiser? I could lie down under it and then you could do all the work, bouncing up and down my prick. That'd be so much easier than the way we just did it."

"Won't help," replied Ben from beside him, on the bed, with his own shortage of breath, "I sit in a seat, there's no hole under my bum, certainly not one big enough for you," he giggled. "Plus I was wearing a nappy, the entire time."

"Oh yeah, I saw that. Still be nice to try, wouldn't it? I do love your arse though!"

Ben giggled, "Yeah, you mentioned. Slapping it and fucking it."

"Worked though, didn't it?"

It had. Twice. As well for Charlie as it had for Ben, who could still feel teenage sperm trickling through his bowels, as he lay there. Not that he cared about either that, or the soreness of an arsehole that had been stretched almost to its limits, and would probably ache for a day or two, if previous occasions were anything to go by. It was worth it though, as the hard pounding his prostate had received, had done the job, and even without an erection of his own, his own hairless balls had emptied themselves into a group of little puddles, across his friend's duvet joining all the others Charlie himself had put there.

Ben had wanted to kneel, and if he had, the stains could have gone elsewhere, but his friend had insisted on them both standing. Well, almost standing. In the end Ben had bent over, in order to give Charlie access to his hole. Leaning forward, elbows on the mattress, back in a steady downward arch, while his bottom was thrust up high in the air, atop spread open legs.

Spit had been used, both Charlie's and Ben's, the latter applied directly as Charlie had sat on his bed, with Ben's head bobbing up and down, almost to the point he couldn't take it any more. Then, showing more restraint than most boys his age, Charlie had leapt up, run around behind his friend, pulled open those delightfully pert buttocks, and pushed himself between.

A yelp came from the recently sucking mouth as the boy was penetrated from the other end with what felt like a tennis ball, but which, in reality was more in common with the game of golf.

Both boys sighed, they accustomed themselves, Charlie's hands on Ben's hips, holding his friend as, gradually he eased himself inside the tight, hot cavern he'd discovered.

Looking down, he could see the veins bulging on his sizeable prick, as the engorged organ was worked in little thrusts, back and forth, deeper and deeper inside the welcoming anus of his best friend.

That was the first five minutes of the boys' fucking. Slow and easy. The rest rather more frantic as once Ben had become accustomed to the steel like pole being shoved up his back entrance, Charlie turned into a horizontal jack-hammer, easing himself backwards, and then sliding back in again. Repeating this action with more and more speed until their sweaty bodies were slapping against each other. The better endowed boy's testicles slapping against Ben's as if urging pubescent sperm to free itself from imprisonment.

Unfortunately Charlie Walker couldn't wait that long, and was soon unloading himself but even ejaculation wasn't enough to stop a horny teenager, and Charlie kept going. Shoving his slightly softening organ until it regained it's former rigidity, and coming all over again.

That though was enough. Charlie had once wanked himself off, seven times in a row, a record he was incredibly proud off, yet, that had been his hand, over nearly ninety minutes of solo time, in his bedroom with nothing but his dirty mind to keep him going. Fucking his friend just took so much more out of him, and once he'd unloaded for a second time, he was barely able to stand, rolling off his friend, and collapsing on the bed, panting like he'd run a marathon, or three.

Equally exhausted, and just as pleased, Ben was able to recover faster, copying his friend's actions until they were side by side, and eventually able to talk, although it did take longer for him to process what had been said.

"Hang on, you said you saw the bouncer, but you weren't there, how come?"

"Easy it was…" suddenly Charlie sat up, "Wait, you haven't seen it, have you?"

"I've seen everything." laughed Ben, reaching over to flick the still half-hard elephant trunk between his friend's leg. Giggling in the same way his Mum found so cute, although perhaps wouldn't have done in the current circumstances.

Then Charlie was gone. An unexpected surge of energy exploding him from the bed, and out of the bedroom door. Loud, thudding footsteps telling Ben, his friend was downstairs, and was then coming back up again, bringing with him, of all things a newspaper.

"You're famous!" he shouted, as if announcing to the world, and that this hadn't apparently already happened.

There on the front page was a photo. A photo of Ben. At the fundraiser. A large photo. One of the thirteen year old, sitting in the bouncer, wearing an obvious nappy. An obviously full nappy.

And there was more. Quite a bit more, on pages four, five, and for some reason twelve. The reader was directed to the "Full page, colour spread!" from the front cover, which announced exactly what they were going to find.

"Young Hospice volunteer, Ben Jacobson (13) helps out at the St. Cecil's Fundraiser, happily wearing and using a nappy just like the young patients."

The headline, however was worse. "Happy in a Nappy!"

Chapter 11
Embarrassment Put To Use

In the following days, the Jacobson's phone never seemed to stop ringing as friends, family, neighbours, staff from the hospice and even Ben's school rang about the newspaper story. Eventually, the plug was removed from the wall, as the star himself was refusing to talk to anyone, having locked himself in his room, as soon as he'd come home from his friend's house, and not just to rest his buggered bottom.

Ben was thirteen, an age when image means everything. Playing around with his brother, getting dressed up, pretending to be a baby, had been fun in a weird, yet exciting sort of way. Yes, he'd enjoyed his time at St. Cecil's, laughing and mucking about with his two new friends. He'd even enjoyed the Fundraiser itself for the most part. What he didn't enjoy was it being splashed all over the front page of the paper.

Charlie had told him it wouldn't matter, but it would. It had to. Didn't it?

Little did Ben know, laying on his bed, with his hands behind his head, dressed for the first time in ages, in underwear suited to his age, that things were moving forward at quite a rate.

Since the local paper had come out, money had started to pour into the St. Cecil's account, not just locally but from all over as the photo of the lengths one young boy had apparently gone to help out his friends had spread across the country.

Thankfully only the local paper had contact details and it was their editor who managed to get through to the house, sensing an exclusive for his paper which it duly got as all the rumours about the boy's big brother wanting a career in medicine, and what was now being called the "Nappy Challenge" Ben had undergone, was proved to be correct.

There was, he knew, a Human Interest story he could exploit, given the way the public had clearly engaged with the cute looking kid at the centre of it all. After all, it wasn't just money being sent via his office, but all the supplies a hospice like St, Cecil's could possibly need.

Debra Jacobson wasn't keen, but there was no way Jack Peakburg was going to leave it there, so after the mother had hung up on him – somewhat rudely Jack thought – he started going behind her back heading straight to St. Cecil's to gain access to old lady herself, Mrs Prankhurst.

Naturally the fund-raising committee, as Mrs. Prankhurst had titled herself – was keen, and with good reason. The more money meant more things could be done, and more deserving children could be helped and perhaps even saved, turning the Hospice back into the life-saving hospital she'd always wanted it to be. So she called Jason up to her office, the moment Jack had left leading to a tap on Ben's door.

"I'm a hero?" the thirteen year old asked, surprised by what his Mum and brother had told him had happened.

"Yes, you are. My hero." Debra sat on the side of the bed, looking down at his firm young body mostly hidden away within sweat pants, and oversized t-shirt. Two items that looked so strange after all the weeks of nappies.

"And all you need to do, is one little interview with this reporter, and St. Cecil's will get loads of money to help your little friends."

It was that which made the boy nod his head. What he'd had to put up with was nothing to what Liam and Kenny had been through for most, or indeed all of their lives.

Promptly Jack Peakburg arrived bringing with him, just a sample of the clothing which had been donated, wrapped up in a bin bag, along with some of the other items, and even a list of the financial support, in the form of paying-in slips to the St. Cecil's fund.

"Wow, all this?" Ben had gasped, rummaging around in the bag, "My friends are going to love this stuff."

"Why is that?" he was asked by the experienced interviewer, managing to coax out the boy how plastic, or indeed, rubber pants could hold even the flooding back, especially if held in place by a onesie, and how the changing snaps in the crotch of the latter made changing so much easier than having to get completely naked.

"And more comfortable too, I imagine?"

"Oh yes. Lots." Ben blushed.

More questions were asked, most were answered but Jack had enough to fill in a few blanks around the story he'd written the night before. All he needed now were some new, and exclusive photographs on which he'd have complete copyright control.

Unfortunately, Ben was dressed fairly normally and that just wouldn't do, but it didn't take as long as the man had expected to be able to coax the boy into trying on, at least some of the clothing featuring in the story that would take up most of his next edition, and be taken up by some of the nationals and at least two internationals.

It would be this publicity, and the funds raised from it, which would make St. Cecil's totally self-sufficient for years to come, and lead to Ben Jacobson becoming their official spokesman, forever dressed in the way people were used to seeing him, and which his Mum totally approved of.

The End