Wakeup Time

By: Randall Austin
(© 2019 by the author)

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...

RandallAustin@tickiestories.us

Chapter 2

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

When Daniel’s father went to answer the door, the naked and erect Daniel ran from the living room into his bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

Mr. Clark answered the door, and the two young gentlemen from Investigative Services introduced themselves.  As Mr. Clark invited them into his house he commented on their physical similarities.  The older of the two, Miles, answered, “Yeah, Josh here is my brother.  I got him a job with the Investigative Services division of Social Services just last month, when he graduated from high school.”

Josh set the suitcase he was carrying on the floor, and explained, “This case has a few supplies we will need to get Daniel ready for takeaway.”

Miles looked about and asked, “Where is Daniel?”

Mr. Clark, embarrassed, responded, “That’s a good question. 

Mr. Clark first made a hurried look in the kitchen and bathroom, and then to Daniel’s bedroom.  When he tried to open the door he realized that it was locked, “Son, the gentlemen from Investigative Services are here.  Open the door!”

There was no response so Mr. Clark knocked loudly on the door, “Danny, by trying to hide you are only going to make things worse for yourself.  Open the door.”

There still was no response from Daniel. 

Miles and Josh realized what was going on and approached Daniel’s father.  Miles gave a ‘no worries’ nod to Mr. Clark, took out his master key, and opened the door to Daniel’s bedroom.

When the door opened, Daniel made a dash for the bed and pulled the covers over himself in self-defense.

Young Josh gave a happy smile, and addressed the cringing Daniel, “Hey come on little fella, we’re not going to hurt you!”

The 25-year old Daniel did not appreciate being talked down to by an 18-year old county employee, “Fuckin get the hell out of my bedroom!”

Josh, not fazed by Daniel’s outburst, answered, “Don’t take out your frustrations on us, we’re only doing what Social Services ordered us to do.”

Daniel continued to cocoon himself in his blankets, and Josh again answered calmly, “Come on Daniel, we need to get you diapered and take you to class.”

Daniel flushed and angered, blurted, “You’re not putting a diaper on me!  What class?”

Miles answered, “Don’t worry, all the boys in the class are kept diapered. It’s just a three-day course on the basics of social servitude, with instructions on expected behavior for social servants.  After that you will be delivered into foster care.”

Daniel dropped his mode of aggressive defiance, and asked, concerned, “What do you mean ‘foster care’?”

Miles sat on the bed, and tried to gently pry off Daniel’s blanket as he answered, “Investigative Services loans out boys to people who are in need of a short-term servant, and relies on the report of your foster guardians to grade you and decide if you will need to be kept permanently indentured.”

Daniel cried out, “Wait a minute!  You’re going to let some stranger decide on my fate?”

Miles was able to begin rolling down the blanket covering the now very distraught and ‘too concerned to care about his nudity’ Daniel, “Don’t worry about that.  You can be sure that Social Services provides foster parents with reams of material on being objective in evaluating servitors.”

Tears came to the defeated Daniel as Miles fully removed the blankets covering Daniel. 

Miles stood up, and nodded to Josh, who then took a diaper, baby powder, and plastic pants, from his case, and sat on the bed next to Daniel.  “I need to get you diapered and plastic pantsed for class, as there is no allotted time for bathroom breaks in class.”

Josh slid the thick diaper under Josh’s butt, and liberally applied baby powder to Daniel’s little boy area, “We need to use lots of powder because it gets awfully hot in diapers, especially with these plastic pants.”

Once Josh had the diaper taped up, he fitted Daniel with the plastic pants.  The thick plastic pants were lockable, and Mr. Clark asked why the plastic pants were locked on.  Josh answered, “It’s just standard until they get him chastity caged before he is delivered to his foster-care home.  Servants typically have their genitals locked up, since I understand it helps them to better focus on their duties as servants.”

Once Josh had Daniel fully diapered and locked, he gently helped the weeping Daniel into a standing position. 

Mr. Clark wondered, “You’re taking him away with no covering other than his diaper?”

Miles nodded, “Yeah, no big deal.  Makes no difference if anyone sees him like this.  Diapers are a convenience for transporting servants.  He’ll get used to it.”

To be continued...