21.7.31 Room for Rent: Brandon's Treatment Pt. 1

CW: Harsh

While Robbie and Colt had been taking their first baby steps into their new roles as baby and Daddy, Robbie's abusive manager, Brandon, was cast headlong into the deep end from the moment the C.A.B.S. tactical team ripped him from his home. Before he knew what was happening, he gagged and restrained, and the team wasted no time strapping him down to the gurney and cutting off his clothes. He turned bright red as he was wheeled out buck naked and in full view of anyone who happened to be outside that evening, his cock still flopping in the wind and dribbling pre from his masturbatory adventures.

"Target acquired and restrained," said the uncaring man who was looking down at the irate, but embarrassed and helpless Brandon. Brandon had so many questions but couldn't ask any of them with his mouth full of the rubber bulb that pressed his tongue firmly down. And the team showed no interest in addressing him to answer those questions anyway. Brandon was only just figuring out that the object in his mouth was a giant pacifier before a catheter was shoved roughly up his cock. His thought process went something like "What the fu- HOLY SHIIIIIIIT!!!!"

They had completely incapacitated him before the van doors had even closed and Brandon had the distinct pleasure of watching in wide-eyed horror as a fountain of pee sprayed out the open end of the catheter. One of the team members took the shredded remnants of his clothes and placed them between Brandon's legs to soak up the pee while another opened a fresh, thick diaper to contain any further leaks. The experience was both humiliating and painful as Brandon found himself unable to stop himself from peeing or from being diapered like an overgrown infant.

The diaper that was placed around his waist was so thick that he couldn't even hope to close his legs even if he wasn't restrained. And the worst part of it was his penis was still trying to get hard. The initial shock of the catheter's entry soon gave way to pleasure on the long bumpy ride as he began to experience bladder spasms like mini orgasms at the top of his urethra. He moaned into his gag as the thick folds of the diaper caressed his cock and grew increasingly wet and warm.

"Heh, hey look. The target looks like he's gonna cream his pampers," said a man wearing a rather advanced looking heads up display.

"I'm not surprised," said a serious-faced woman in a tactical vest. "Based on the juvenile shows he was pleasuring himself to, it seems like he'd be into this kind of thing."

This was so humiliating. He wouldn't, no, he couldn't allow himself to cum into these diapers in front of these people. Brandon wanted to scream. To tell them off. To ask them if they knew who they were messing with, but he could do none of these things because he was restrained. And even when he arrived at the C.A.B.S. research and regression facility and the restraints came off, he would be reminded that he'd signed away his rights to enter the program. He had to wonder - was this worse than jail? Moments later, he came in his diaper. Hard. There was no hiding the humiliating way he came either, jerking spasmodically, his pale flabby thighs trembling as he uncontrollably filled his diapers with yet another warm liquid. Plenty of comments about how much the baby liked his diapers followed, much to his embarrassment and shame.

There was no sugar coating it when he got through intake. Colt had made sure of that. Brandon was brought in, shaved, re-diapered, and told in no uncertain terms that he was a baby now and forever before being strapped into his crib for the night.  “Nighty night lil guy!” said the evening intake officer who oversaw criminal admissions, and Brandon was was left there to ponder his future as he lay there in the crib. He swore he'd get even with these nincompoops. His father would have their heads once he heard of this. He was certain. At least... pretty certain. He sucked his paci instinctively as he began to feel a growing insecurity in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't actually in trouble... was he?