Stephen Daly watched as the four boys older than himself, around 18, left the playground. They were always sitting there, smoking and drinking and whenever they were there Ste didnt go in. Ste lived with his two brothers because his mum and dad had died when a few years ago when he was eight. Ste ran to the playground, football under his arm. Once inside he kicked the ball up and down, against the gates and then began kicking it between the swing set. About an hour passed before it got dark and rain began spitting from the sky. Ste walked over and sat under the slide, waiting for the rain to ease before he ran home. A car drove up, stopping on the road outside the playground. It was a nice car, black, and the windows seemed to be black aswell. He paid no notice and continued to sit, waiting. After a few more minutes he stood up, he was small and thin, his blonde hair was matted to his head with the rain and his blue eyes shone in the moonlight. He picked up the ball and walked back towards the gate. 'Excuse me' came a man's voice. Ste jumped but turned to face him. 'You wouldnt happen to know anything about cars would you?' the man was about thirty, he seemed nice and smiled when Ste told him he knew a bit. Both Ste and the man walked towards the car, the lights were all of in it so Ste suspected the battery may have gone or the petrol was gone. 'Ill open the bonnet okay?' said the man 'By the way, im Jack' Jack extended his hand and Ste shook it.

Jack went into the car and pulled something which caused the bonnet to jump up. 'Take a look Stephen' said Jack. Ste froze, how does he know my name he thought. Maybe he told him, that was it. Ste reached in and started pulling at things, his body was almost completly inside the car. Jack stood behind him as a car drove past. 'See anything?' asked Jack, Ste shook his head and continued. After a few minutes Ste decided he had no idea what was wrong with the car and went to get out. Jack pushed his shoulders down causing Ste to go face first into something hard. 'What are you do...' Jack had shoved a peice of dirty cloth into Ste's mouth and pulled him up, as if he was holding him hostage. Jacks arm was tight around his troath, causing Ste to choke and cough. 'Shh' whispered Jack, trying to guide Ste into the car. Ste struggled but was no match for Jack who was easily restraining him. 'Nice and easy Stephen' he said. Another man got out of the car, he was holding a large knife which he pointed at Ste's stomach. 'Shut up kid, or you'll see your insides' he hissed. Ste had began crying, tears and rain ran down his face. Both men pulled Ste around to the back of the car and opened the booth. 'Grab his hands' said Jack as he wrapped layer upon layer of duct tape around Ste's wrists, 'now his legs'. Jack taped his ankles together, then bit of a long peice and secured it over his mouth. The other man threw Ste inside and slammed the booth shut, plunging the scared boy into darkness.

Ste heard and felt the engine kick into life. He started thinking about his brothers. Daryl was going to be out all night and Jason was in work until tommorow morning. No one would know he was gone. Ste cried, and eventually the car came to a stop. The driver and passenger side doors opened and then closed again. Ste closed his eyes, maybe if he pretended to be dead they'd leave him and go he thought. The booth burst open and Jack and the other man stood there, looking down on the defenceless boy. 'He asleep?' asked the man, 'no' Jack lauged, 'watch'. Jack bent down and squeezed Ste's nose. 'Dont breeth' Ste said to himself, 'Just dont breeth'. Ste couldnt do it, he wriggled and squirmed and eventually took in a large gulp of air. 'See' Jack and the man laughed. 'Grab him' said Jack as he walked away, 'Come on boy' said the man as he hoisted Ste out of the car and over his shoulder. Ste looked around, they were in the middle of a forest by the looks of things, no cars could be heard, no lights could be seen and no people could be seen. They walked for a minute until Ste heard a door being opened. They all walked into a large, stone room, then down some concrete stairs and finally into another room which was sealed by a large metal door. A light was turned on and thats when Stephen began squirming once more. Inside where dozens of boys younger and a bit older than him, all wearing only diapers and chained by the wrists and ankles to the long walls running around the large cold room. Ste tried to scream but the duct tape and cloth that was still in his mouth made it impossible. 'Stop struggling you little prick' spat the man carrying him. 'Put him down here and we'll start this examination' Said Jack.
The man placed Ste onto a metal table and used the knife to cut the duct tape of his wrists. Ste tried to get up, but both men grabbed his arms and secured them to restraints either side of the metal table. They done the same to his ankles. Ste lay there, sobbing. Jack walked over and stood beside Stephen's head. 'Now, just relax' he camly said as he ripped the duct tape of Ste's mouth and pulled out the cloth. Ste screamed but was silenced with a long metal rod that Jack put down his troath. Ste coughed and wriggled but Jack kept shoving the rod further and further until Ste was still. 'Now that wasnt so bad was it' asked Jack, Ste shook his head. 'Good boy, now just one more thing' Jack yanked the rod out of the boy's troath which almost caused Ste to pass out. This time Ste didnt scream. 'Open your mouth' said Jack, holding a weird metal device. Ste obeyed but regreted it moments later. The device was shoved into his mouth, part of it blocking his air way and part sticking into his tounge. He didnt know what it was for, but he couldnt breeth. Jack kept it in his mouth until the boy was falling in and out of conciousness. 'That was just a little test' smiled Jack. 'Now for the more serious ones'.

Ste couldnt even cry now, he just lay there. Jack took out a siccors and began cutting Stephen's t-shirt, from underhis arms right down to his waist. Jack pulled the t-shirt off, exposing Stephens small body, nipples, arms and stomach. 'You need some fatening up kid' said Jack pressing down on his stomach. 'Look at these little arms' Jack was squeezing hard on Stephen's arms. The siccors came out again, this time cutting his trousers, from his ankles up to his waist. Again Jack ripped them of, revealing a small pair of white breifs. 'Little boys like you should be wearing diapers, not big boy pants' laughed Jack. Ste was shivering with the cold as Jack ran his hands up and down his body, but avoiding his privates. 'Lets see what a boy like you has down stairs'. Ste closed his eyes tight, he was scared and embarassed. His breifs were pulled down to his ankles, his small, hairless penis flopped out and lay there. Jack laughed 'Peter' he called, bearly able to talk with the laughter, 'look at the size of this thing' he said as the man walked out. Peter looked down, he also started laughing. After their fun was over Jack looked up at Ste who was almost choking from crying. 'Its okay, its almost over' he smiled. He took another metal rod, this time it was skinnier but about the same lenght. 'This might hurt' he laughed. Ste's penis was grabbed and his foreskin was violently pulled back, causing the boy to scream in pain. 'Peter shut him up' hissed Jack.

Ste tried to focus on something else as Peter put the rod back down his troath, this time further and quicker. Stepehn looked around, all of the boys were looking down at their feet. None would even move. One boy was naked and dirty, a puddle of urine lay at his feet and whip marks ran across every inch of his body. His hair was shaved and he was being held up only by wrist restraints and a large poll which was running from the floor up into his bum. Jack was slowly putting the rod into his penis, it felt like it was on fire but Ste dared not move. He wondered what he looked like, stark naked on a metal table, in a room full of diapered, dirty boys with two men sticking rods in his mouth and privates. 'Good boy' said Jack. He left the rod inside him as he moved on to the next test. Ste felt Jacks hands running up the backs of his legs, the prying his bum cheeks apart, exposing his tight red hole. 'Very nice Stephen' smirked Jack. He picked up a metal hose with a large rugged nozzle on it. 'You'll enjoy this' hissed Peter. Jack pressed the hose against Ste's hole, then after a few seconds of suspense, shoved it inside him. Ste tried to scream but the rod prevented him from making a sound. A stream of warm water shot up inside him, it felt nice but his bum, penis and troath were still hurting bad. After a minute or so of the water being sprayed inside him, he felt like he was about to burst and began wriggling. 'Okay, when I say go, you push his bladder down okay?' said Jack to Peter who put his hands just above Ste's penis. 'Yeah'.

Jack pulled the hose out from Ste's bum and roared GO!. Ste had no control over anything now. The rod was pulled from his penis and urine began spraying out of it, covering his body, all the water was spraying out of his bum and so was everything else inside him. He felt drained when everything was out. Urine covered his stomach and warm water and shit lay underneath him. 'You were a dirty little fucker werent you' spat Jack. 'Little boys that cant control their bladder must wear a diaper' Jack pulled out a small diaper and wrapped it around Ste's crotch. Ste was too tired to even move as he was unchained. He was placed on the concrete floor on his hands and knees as a bowl was put in front of him. Jack stood in front of the boy and began urinating in the bowl. 'Have a drink son, you must be thirsty after all that'. It was true, it felt like all the fluids had been drained from his body, but he didnt want to drink his urine. 'Come on, hurry up' Ste knew he had no choice, he lowered his head, Jack was still urinating and now he was doing it all over Ste's head. 'Nice' said Peter walking in from behind and joining Jack. As both men urinated on him Ste began sucking urine from the bowl. He almost puked but stopped himself. 'Id give you something to eat, but im only after being to the toilet' said Jack and both men laughed. Ste was pulled to his feet and dragged towards the wall. Jack lifted him from under his arms and positioned him on a pole, like the other boy, only the other boy was naked. Ste felt the diaper slide inside him. His arms were chained way above his head, revealing his bare armpits. Peter walked over to him and put his hand inside the diaper. 'Your gonna love it here' he said as he fondeled Stephen Daly's Penis.