Once the two young gentlemen, Miles, 22, and Josh, 18 years old, from Investigative Services, had delivered the teary-eyed Daniel to the intake room of the Brown County Social Services Center, Miles attempted to calm him down, “Don’t you worry kid; South Dakota takes very carry good care of young offenders who, like you, are at risk of being indentured for life.”

Miles' comment did nothing to calm down Daniel, who by this time was filled with anger at the entire world, “Take this fukin’ diaper off me now, and give me my clothes back!”

Miles attempted to give Daniel some hope, “Hey, calm down, little fella; you’re only going to be here for three days in order to learn some basics of servitor protocol.  Nobody’s going to hurt you.  After that you will be delivered to a very loving foster care situation for six months.” 

“That’s all, just six months”, Miles tried to reassure;  “And if your foster guardian gives you good grades, your record will be wiped clean, and you will be as free as me and my little brother, Josh, are!  You’ll be just like us guys who never did stupid things to get ourselves into trouble with the law.”

Daniel, defeated, had no more energy to argue, but begged, “Please take this diaper off of me, I have to pee! This diaper is uncomfortable!  Please take it off, I really have to pee!”

Miles’ younger brother, Josh, was happy to answer and responded with something close to glee before Miles could respond, “Then just go ahead and pee; that’s what diapers are for!  Social Services here in Brown County doesn’t have the staff to go changing you little guys in detention every time you tinkle your diapers!  We’ll change you in the morning along with all the other guys!”

Daniel continued his protest, “Please, these plastic pants are hot and sweaty!”

Josh gave a nod to indicate he understood Daniel’s discomfort, “Don’t worry, I put lots of baby powder on your willy, thighs, and bottom, so that should absorb most of the moisture.”

Daniel shook his tear filled head, “Man, this just isn’t right.  Locking me up in a diaper, not letting me use the toilet, making me piss myself!”

As Miles and Josh walked Daniel down the hall to his first reform class, dressed in nothing but a diaper held in place by a pair of thick lockable plastic pants, Miles gently grabbed Daniel by his hand and explained, “The class I’m taking you to is the basic reform class, and in it you will learn the basics of servitor ‘protocol’, which is a fancy word for ‘behavior’.  In it you’ll simply be taught how to obey orders, basic rules of civility, and, in short, learn everything that will be expected of you.”

As the brothers returned to their office after having delivered Daniel to the classroom and introducing him to the course’s instructor, Jason Thoroborough, Josh drooled, “Oh man, I so wanna fuck the shit out of that kid!  Come on bro, let’s do him tonight!”

Miles shook his head in the negative.  Josh was confused, “Bro, we’ve done this shit to lots of other guys before, so why are you suddenly acting like you’re against it?  He’s just a criminal who’s going to be indentured for life!  If he ever dares to complain nobody is ever going to believe a word he says!  Come on bro!   Let’s cream our dicks on the little fag!”

Miles shook his head half heartedly, indicating he pretty much wanted to follow his little brother’s lead, “Shit, every time when I get home after fucking one of these diapered losers, my partner always asks me why I smell like baby powder.  I wish we didn’t have to use all that baby powder on these fuckers when we’re abducting them, otherwise I would have a bigger go at them!”

Josh, wanting to taste the captive, offered an alternative, “Okay bro, let’s ‘French’ the shit out of this kid instead!”

Miles liked the idea, and threw an arm around his younger brother, “That’s what I love about you, Joshie!  For a little guy, you sure are smart.  You always come up with the best ideas for having fun!”