Lester Clark removed the plastic wrapping from the lightweight, silver, arm-band, and briefly examined it as he made his way into his son’s bedroom.

He sat down on his sleeping son’s bed, and gently snap-locked the armband on Daniel’s left arm.

Once he had his son arm-banded, he began to gently tousle his hair in an attempt to wake him up.  “Daniel, time to get up.”

Daniel stirred, slightly opened his eyes, and winced, “Dad, wha’s goin’ on?”

“Son, I need you to get ready.”

“Get ready?  Get ready for what dad?”

“The folks from the ‘special care’ facility are going to be here soon, and we need to get you prepped for them so they can get you kitted out.”

“Dad, what are you talking about?”

“Son, we don’t have much time; they are going to be here in five minutes!”

“Dad, I don’t understand.  What are you talking about?”

“Son, because of your recent string of arrests for drugs and petty theft, the judge, in lieu of sentencing you to two years imprisonment, has recommended that I send you to an assessment facility where you will be kept for six months, and where they will determine if it would be in your best interest to have you indentured instead of imprisoned.”

Daniel sat up, “Dad?  Is this for real?”

“Son, what I need you to do is to take off all of your clothes.  The people from the county branch of Investigative Services want you nude when they arrive.  Whether or not you are nude when they arrive will be their first assessment of your malleability”

“What do you mean by that dad?  Dad, please, tell me what’s going on!”

“Son, you’re simply being sent to a ‘special care’ facility.”

“What is that, dad?”

“It’s a place where the good folks from the county Indentured Services can determine if you need to be kept permanently in their care; that’s all, son.”

“Dad, why are you doing this to me?”

“Son, it was either prison for two years or this.  If you ‘pass’, after six months, that will be the end of it.  No prison term!  If you don’t pass, you will be remanded to Indentured Services where a term of service will be determined.”

“Dad, what’s going to happen to me at this ‘special care’ place?”

“Don’t you worry about that son!  We need to get your clothes off now; they’re going to be here any minute.”

“Dad, what are they going to do to me at the ‘special care’ place?”

“Danny, it’s all benign.  You will be well cared for.  You simply have to follow their rules, and be polite and obedient at all times.  You will be kept, just like all the other charges, in nothing but diapers 24/7.  But you need to know that any sort of infraction, even mild back talk, will be severely punished.”

Daniel, desperate, pleaded, “Dad, please don’t let them take me away!”

“We have to do this, son.”

“Why daddy?”

“Because I love you, son!”  

Mr. Clark began unbuttoning his dazed son’s pajama top.  “Everything is going to be alright son, just do what they tell you, and they won’t have to hurt you.”

“Please daddy, no!”

Mr. Clark removed the pajama top and then began sliding his son’s pajama bottoms off.  Daniel, dazed and sobbing, did not even react when his teen boner, sticking up straight and steel-hard, popped into view as his pajama bottoms were pulled off.

Once Daniel became aware that he was on full display, Mr. Clark tried to ease his son’s embarrassment, “Don’t worry about that.  I think that all the boys at the facility are kept ‘peepee caged’ under their diapers so they can’t do naughty stuff.”

The doorbell rang.  “They’re here, son.  Just don’t say anything, and do everything they tell you.  I love you, son!”