BABY BOY

	Fourteen-year-old Jason, twelve-year-old Billy, and 
their eleven-year-old sister, Penny, had been visiting 
relatives in New York with their parents, and now were being 
driven back to their Virginia home by their parents. All 
three kids were dressed neatly in matching spic'n'span 
sailor suits, with Penny's having a pleated skirt and the 
boys' having short pants. The parents had been concerned 
about Billy. He had been acting up a lot lately. So they 
decided to force Billy to be in a crib and diapers, as a way 
of behavior modification. But they wanted Billy to feel that 
it was all his fault. The minivan had already been provided 
with keylock seat belts for the seats in which the kids sat. 
These seats were individual, swivel-style seats, and Mom 
checked to be sure all three kids were fastened in before 
Dad started the van. Then Dad turned around and announced 
"none of you had better wet their pants on the way home, or 
that kid is gonna be wearing diapers and sleeping in a crib 
for a long time."
	All three kids giggled a little. I mean, none of them 
wet their pants, but each had just had a large glass of milk 
at breakfast--Billy had drunk two, because his mom had 
refilled his glass, and he had also had a drink of water a 
few minutes ago. But all three kids suddenly began feeling a 
little nervous, and wished they weren't strapped to their 
seats. They knew their parents usually meant what they said. 
They started driving south. As they drove along the New 
Jersey Turnpike, all three kids started shifting nervously 
in their seats. Just before leaving New Jersey, they stopped 
for gas. Mom got Penny out of her seat, while Dad unlocked 
Jason, and they headed towards the bathrooms while the 
attendant filled the car with gas. Billy yelled to be 
released, and Dad said, "One kid at a time, you're going to 
have to wait." Jason and Dad took a little longer in the 
bathroom than expected, or maybe they looked over the gas 
station shop, but by the time they got back to the van, 
Penny was already strapped in, and the attendant had 
finished pumping. Dad paid the attendant as Jason closed the 
side door and strapped himself in, then got in and started 
the engine. Billy yelled, "Don't I get to go?" Dad replied, 
"Don't yell, Billy. We can't stay at the pumps once we've 
finished, and we have to get on the road. You will have to 
wait until we get home." "But I have to GO!" "Well, you 
should have thought of that before you had all that milk 
before we left." Billy stared out the window, concentrating 
on keeping it in. Man, Delaware was so small, yet it was 
taking forever. Damn, look at all those cars waiting to pay 
the toll, we're going to be here for ages. OK, Maryland, 
finally. Mile 108? It was 15 minutes ago I saw Mile 109, but 
we are going 55, I can tell. But it seems like forever since 
the last milepost. Maybe Dad will speed up if I ask him--no, 
I know he won't. Man, I'm sure he means it about diapers and 
a crib, and if I can't keep it in, I'll be in diapers. I got 
to show myself to be a big boy, not a little kid. Where are 
we? Man, only Mile 107? But it seems like forever. "Dad? Can 
we stop at that rest area?" "Sorry, Billy, we are behind 
schedule. NO MORE STOPS!" Billy moaned.
	To try to keep it in, Billy began to cross his legs and 
scrunch together in his seat. "What are you doing Billy?" 
"Nothing, Mom." "Well, we aren't having you act like that." 
With that, Mom reached into a bag in front of her and pulled 
out a set of leather ankle cuffs. She reached back to the 
seat behind her and unlocked Jason's seat belt, and, at 
Mom's direction, Jason locked the cuffs on Billy's ankles. 
Jason smirked as he threaded the cuffs through the metal 
support under the seat in front of Billy and secured the 
cuffs on the ankles. Billy wasn't a big kid, so now his legs 
were forced straight out ahead of him. He couldn't cross his 
legs. The boy was really getting desperate. Both his 
siblings were grinning openly now, and as they had used the 
restroom and politely turned down drinks, they were in no 
danger of wetting their pants. As they passed Baltimore, 
Billy could feel pee starting to come out. In desperation, 
he reached under his waistband and grabbed his dick. Mom 
saw. "You get your hands from under there you bad boy. 
Jason. I'll let you up again. You lock these wrist 
restraints on Billy, arms straight down. Thread the 
restraints under the seat--there's a metal slot which will 
work just fine, and lock them on, and there will be no way 
that bad boy can touch himself. Jason, chuckling openly, 
restrained his brother, and the sobbing twelve-year-old was 
completely helpless. Whispered Jason as he locked on his 
seat belt, "This makes up for your telling Dad about my 
jerking off. It's worth getting a whipping compared to what 
you're gonna get, diaper boy." Even as Jason said the word 
diaper, Billy could hold it no longer, and the pee came 
pouring out, completely soaking his pants. It took a while, 
and when he was done, with his entire family watching, Billy 
sagged in his seat, crying openly, but relieved to have that 
pain gone. He knew it was all his fault, whatever happened 
to him now. As he dropped his head down in shame, he heard 
his dad said, "Well, looks like we got one kid in diapers 
and crib. Anyone else?" Jason and Penny smiled and shook 
their heads. "OK, I'll order stuff for our new baby as soon 
as we get home. We can stop and get some Attends to tide us 
over until we can get cloth diapers in. Billy, you are 
confined to bed as soon as we get home, until we can get 
your crib. The rest of you will have to help take care of 
baby Billy. Exclaimed Penny, "It will be just like taking 
care of one of my dolls." Billy groaned and cried some more.
	Sure enough, they stopped at a drugstore for Attends, 
baby powder and oil, and a few things like that. And soon 
they got home. Billy was released from his seat and marched 
upstairs in his wet things, and he soon realized his mom was 
going to bathe him. "But MOM, I'm TWELVE." "Not any more, 
you're not," said Mom, "you gave up being twelve when you 
wet your pants." He was soon bathed and being bent over, he 
was oiled and powdered, and an Attends was put on. His 
p.j.'s were soon put on ("Got to get you some sleepers," 
said Mom) and he was shuffling into the bedroom, getting 
used to the feeling of a diaper between his legs. He got 
near his bed, bunk beds he shared with Jason, and stopped 
dead, seeing those ankle restraints lying near the foot of 
the bottom bunk, connected to the foot of the bed by a 
locking belt, and with wrists about the middle of the bed. 
"But that's Jason's bunk," muttered Billy. "Not any more," 
grinned his brother, "you think I want you peeing on me from 
on top. Mom and Dad always had me give up the top bunk to 
you because you're younger. But don't worry, LITTLE BABY, 
you won't be in the bottom bunk long. Dad already ordered a 
real SPECIAL bed for a SPECIAL kid, and it's coming 
tomorrow." Billy groaned, and without any resistance lay on 
his bed and allowed the restraints to be applied. He was 
tucked in tightly, and cried himself to sleep, even though 
it was only two o'clock. About five, he was shaken awake by 
his mom, who had his supper ready. She didn't remove his 
restraints, but allowed him to sit up and began to spoon 
feed him baby food, followed by baby bottles full of formula 
and juice. Mom explained to him that these were the meals he 
would get in the crib, but that he would be allowed normal 
food outside. When Mom said the work "crib" Billy felt like 
he had gotten socked in the nose. He asked to be let up to 
use the bathroom, but was told that he would have to stay in 
bed in restraints until the crib was set up. His parents 
were headed out to do some shopping, so his siblings would 
be babysitting. Billy moaned again, but the moan was stopped 
by a pacifier which filled his mouth so he couldn't talk. He 
couldn't spit it out, either! Mom smiled and said she had 
bought it same place as the restraints, and had been dying 
to use it on the loud-mouthed Billy. Billy wet his diaper, 
and dirtied it, knowing he had no choice. A few minutes 
later, Penny came in and checked the diaper, and happily 
changed him. "Just like my doll!" she exclaimed, as the boy 
writhed in humiliation. She removed the pacifier, but 
refused to unlock the restraints. She did agree to give the 
boy a bottle of water, which he sucked on while she held it. 
She stroked his head, crooning, "my little doll." When the 
bottle was empty, the pacifier went right back in, and Penny 
tucked in the helpless child once more.
	A couple of hours later, the diaper was wet again, and 
it was Jason's turn to check on Billy. "Dad said it's lights 
out for you right at 7:30, so I'm going to hurry up." Jason 
quickly changed the diaper, muttering "Oh, gross" a couple 
of times, checked the restraints to be sure they were 
secure, and left, taking his p.j.'s with him, and turning 
the lights out. Billy lay there quietly in the dark. He 
still pulled on the restraints from time to time, he could 
not believe he was diapered and restrained. He wet again. 
When Jason came in at his bedtime, he saw Billy was awake, 
and took out the pacifier. He allowed Billy to suck on a 
bottle, but refused to change the diaper. "It won't kill you 
to sleep in it, you little dweeb. I'm sacking out in MY bed. 
Enjoy your last night in a bed without bars. Sleep tight--
well, you don't have to worry about that, with those 
restraints on." He climbed the ladder to the top bunk, and 
stared down at Billy for a minute. Billy heard movement up 
there for a few minutes, and Billy knew Jason was jerking 
off. Jason headed for the bathroom to dispose of the 
results, then got back in bed and went to sleep. Billy fell 
asleep too.
	Morning brought a diaper change and a spoon fed and 
bottle breakfast. Billy had hoped he would be allowed to 
start the day camp he was supposed to go to (it was July), 
but Dad told him that he had been cancelled. Jason and Penny 
were allowed to go off to camp, though. Billy still lay 
there in his diaper and restraints. About 11 o'clock, 
workmen started bringing in metal pieces of what Billy 
realized was a hospital-style crib--he had been in one at 
age 5, when he had his tonsils out. Some of the workmen 
glanced at the boy, but said nothing. Fascinated, Billy 
watched the crib take shape. Soon it was complete, and it 
looked pretty bad. He watched the workman test the keylock 
release, and he knew he couldn't get out from inside. But he 
could climb out--but what were the workmen doing with those 
extra metal pieces? A cage top took shape, and when Billy 
realized what it was, his eyes almost bugged out. Soon, it 
was securely on top of the crib, and the high-security 
hospital crib was complete and ready for its occupant. The 
workmen came in, and Mom put in a mattress and pillow, as 
well as sheets, blanket, and pillowcase. All was ready for 
Billy, and Mom wasted no time. Leaving the leg cuffs on, she 
unlocked the belt connecting them to the bunk. The wrist 
restraints stayed on, but the straps connecting them to the 
bed were removed. Then the wrist restraints were threaded 
through a belt placed around Billy's waist, which was locked 
on, and the boy was helped up and helped over to the crib. A 
step was placed by the crib, and the boy was helped up onto 
it. He paused, and looked back at his mom, thinking, I don't 
want to go inside, if I go inside I'm stuck maybe for years 
and years. His eyes glistened with tears, but he could say 
nothing because of the pacifier. Impatiently, his mom turned 
him around and pushed him in the back, his legs 
automatically lifted up as his front hit the mattress, and 
before he knew it, his legs were shoved inside, and the side 
rail was on its way up before he could react. SLAM! The side 
rail closing and locking closed the door on his hope of a 
childhood without diapers. Mom removed the restraints and 
pacifier through the bars, and left the boy holding a teddy 
bear (which had been put in the crib) with one arm and 
sucking on a juice bottle with the other. He was happy to be 
unrestrained, but he knew that he couldn't go anywhere.
	All the same, he checked out the crib, with a view to 
maybe sneaking out. He soon figured out it was impossible. 
Three was a key lock, and he didn't have the key. The bars 
were heavy duty, and he couldn't even shift the crib. He 
even tried hanging on the top bars, but with no result. At 
last, exhausted, he lay down and slept. When he awoke, Jason 
and Penny were home, and he was stunned to realize his 
diaper was wet. Of course, his siblings rushed to his room 
to see the boy in the crib. Penny thought it was a great 
idea, and so did Jason, but for different reasons, of 
course. Mom came upstairs and instructed Jason and Penny on 
how to unlock and lock the crib. Billy sulked in the far 
corner of the crib while this went on. Mom then changed the 
diaper, replacing the Attends with a cloth diaper and 
plastic pants, and putting Billy's p.j.'s back on. She then 
informed the children that Billy would be kept in the crib 
continuously for a week, "to make sure he gets used to being 
a baby." Billy noticed that Jason kept staring at the crib, 
and even though Jason kept taunting Billy about being locked 
in a crib, he seemed fascinated by it, and Billy heard two 
jerk offs that night. The next day, Billy's sleepers 
arrived, and were put on him. He was changed by his parents, 
or by Penny or Jason. Any misbehavior resulted in either 
being restrained, flat on his back in the crib, or a 
spanking, or both. If he wasn't restrained, but had been 
recently punished, he was required to stick his hands out 
through the bars at the head of the crib to be handcuffed 
before the crib side was opened. Jason especially liked 
this, and since he had access to the handcuffs, often 
required Billy to be handcuffed even if he wasn't being 
punished. Their parents didn't mind, it was up to the person 
opening the crib. Jason was the strictest of all with Billy, 
pinning the diapers on tightly, even the special night 
diapers he wore to sleep, requiring restraint during diaper 
changes, and making Billy go longer between diaper changes. 
Billy got bed baths from his parents every two days. His 
feet never touched the floor that whole week.
	Billy would lie there, clutching his blanket and teddy, 
and cry, wishing, just wishing he had been able to stop 
himself from peeing in the car. He lost all sense of time, 
just judging time by "breakfast" and "guys getting home from 
camp" and "bedtime", ceasing to connect them with specific 
hours. They were just times. He became a bit dazed and 
disoriented. Thinking about the events in the car, he knew 
it was his fault, but he wished he had been able to stop. 
His parents had already said to him that even though he 
would be allowed out of the crib once the week was up, he 
would be sleeping in there every night until he was 21.
	Penny was the nicest to Billy, not requiring restraints 
unless her parents said otherwise. She would sit next to the 
crib, reading to Billy, or would set up a table next to the 
crib and play games with Billy, like checkers or parcheesi. 
Billy, of course, had to reach through the bars all the 
times, and sometimes Penny had to move his pieces for Billy, 
the pieces were just too far from the crib, and he couldn't 
reach. He suggested that Penny let down the side rails 
during that time, but that was against the rules which Mom 
and Dad had told Penny and Jason. The crib side could be 
open with the child in the crib only during diaper changes 
and feedings and the like.
	In fact, Jason wouldn't open the crib for feedings. 
Once Billy was handcuffed (face down), he had to press his 
face close to the bars at the top of the crib, and be spoon 
fed through them. At last, the week was up, and a now docile 
and quiet child was taken from the crib and bathed. He was 
rediapered, and when his mom put toddler clothes on him--a 
shortall with snaps to allow for diaper changes, he just 
sobbed a little. But he would be in his crib for a nap and 
to sleep every night from then on. He was sure that when 
school started, they would have to let him out of diapers. 
But the school had been after his parents to transfer him to 
special ed because of behavior for a long time. Now his 
parents agreed. The school had several diaper users in 
special ed, and changed them as needed. Of course, all the 
other guys found out real soon, because his mom hung out the 
washed diapers to dry, and Jason and Penny were quick to 
tell their friends that it wasn't them. Although Billy was 
allowed to wear fairly normal clothes to school, his parents 
kept him in toddler and little-kid clothes the rest of the 
time.PART II--A YEAR LATER Well, it was summer again. Billy 
had recently "celebrated" the first anniversary of that 
fateful trip home, and the arrival of the crib. He was now 
13, and his brother Jason was 15. Billy had been going 
through a growth spurt, and was about the same size as 
Jason, who was a late maturer.
	Billy had been taken out by his parents to be measured 
for more little kid clothes, while sister Penny was at some 
friend's house. This left Jason at home alone, and he 
wandered up to his room, in which there were bunk beds, 
which he alone now occupied, and Billy's hospital crib, 
open, with the key lying on a nearby table. Jason had always 
been fascinated by the crib, and now he had an idea. Spend a 
little time inside like Billy, just to see what it was like, 
then get out before he got caught.
	Quickly, Jason bathed himself, and oiled and powdered 
himself. Then he put on one of Billy's diapers and the 
plastic pants and sleepers. He headed for the crib. He knew 
a confined child couldn't reach the keyhole, but he guessed 
if he left the key in the keyhole, and inserted a coat 
hanger wire through the hole in the key, he could manoeuver 
the lock and let himself out. He got in the crib, closed it 
about halfway, and tried it out. Yeah, it worked, no 
problem. He could unlock the crib pretty easily that way. 
And he knew he could activate the release handle from 
inside, he had seen Billy trying it often, only to be 
frustrated by the fact that the crib was keylock. He got out 
and inserted the key in the lock on the other side rail of 
the crib, then got back in, leaving the near side open, and 
experimented with opening the closed side. No problem, with 
the key. In he got, closing both sides of the crib, and so 
locking himself in. He just sort of hung out and explored 
what it was like for a while, putting his face by the bars, 
kneeling and sitting up, that sort of stuff. It was all 
pretty cool. Then he lay down and started to jerk off by 
rubbing through the diaper and other layers, it wasn't easy 
but it was a lot of fun. He turned over onto his front to 
come, and being an athletic boy, he did it sort of hard, 
sort of leaping up and twisting. Man, he thought as he lay 
there afterwards, jerking off is way cool. But now I want to 
get out of here. But what was that clattering sound I heard 
just as I jumped. He kneeled in the crib and looked at the 
floor by the crib. He fell on his face, stunned, with the 
image of a key attached to a coathanger lying on the floor 
stuck in his mind.
	Well, Jason did what anyone would do and tried every 
which way to get out, but the crib was well designed, and he 
could do nothing. He couldn't even reach close to the key. 
He tried fishing for the key and hanger with the pillow, but 
only succeeded in pushing it away. He tried hanging on the 
bars to break them, but they were designed to take a lot of 
weight, and he didn't even bend them. The pan beneath the 
mattress was highly secure, too, he soon found. At last he 
gave up and just rattled the bars hoping something would 
break or something, he didn't know. But of course, the crib 
was much to secure for that.
	His only hope was that Penny would get home before his 
parents, and let him out. But after an hour or so, he heard 
voices downstairs, and he could tell it was his parents and 
Billy. As Jason huddled in the crib, he heard the voices 
come upstairs, taking Billy into the bathroom for a bath 
before giving him a nap. No one looked inside, and he still 
had a little hope. But soon enough, Billy came into the 
room, oiled and powdered, and about to be diapered himself. 
He looked at the crib, and at Jason, and almost doubled over 
laughing. Mom and Dad for a moment only saw Billy, who 
pointed at the crib, still laughing, and they saw Jason, all 
locked up in there in diapers and sleepers.
	"It was an accident," mumbled Jason, but his dad cut 
him off. "An accident? With you in your brother's sleepers 
like that, and the key on a hanger? I don't think it was an 
accident. If you want to be in a crib, that's fine, we can 
arrange that easily." Meanwhile, Billy had been dressed by 
mom, and ordered over to the bunk beds, where he was put in 
a light cotton waist restraint. "You'll have to stay there, 
Billy, until we can get you a new crib. Your brother will be 
using that one from now on. I'm sure you don't mind." Billy 
was giggling and saying "no, I don't mind, no big deal," he 
was so happy at what had happened to Jason that he didn't 
even mind being restrained at all. Mom went over the crib 
and ordered Jason to stick his hands through. He did 
automatically, and they were cuffed through the bars. Mom 
opened the side and examined the diaper. When she took off 
Jason's diaper, as he mumbled in embarrassment, she 
discovered no urine, but semen. "Did you jerk off?" she 
demanded. Jason had no choice but to admit it. Dad said, 
"Babies don't jerk off, and it's about time you learned that 
lesson." Jason's cuffs were removed just long enough so he 
could be placed on his front, and Dad went and got the 
strap. After a severe spanking, the boy was rediapered, and 
was placed in four point restraints in the crib. He gave 
some resistance, but not much, as he was more concerned 
about his blistered bottom and rubbing it than resisting the 
restraints. Mom popped in a pacifier to complete things. 
Billy was jubilant, calling Jason "diaper boy" and saying
	"Who's the one in the crib now, baby?" All Jason could 
do is glare at his younger brother. "Ha ha, this is going to 
be fun. I heard Dad say that because you are older when 
starting your being in a crib, he's going to keep you in for 
a month before letting you out. I'm going to tell all your 
friends how you got yourself stuck, including that girl you 
like. Hey, maybe I can help diaper you. Hey, maybe SHE can 
help diaper you." At that Jason thrashed against the 
restraints REAL hard, but only succeeded in tiring himself. 
Billy watched Jason fight, giggling. Jason was shoving his 
body back and forth, but the crib didn't even rock. When Dad 
came in and saw this, he locked body straps on Jason, so now 
all he could move was his head! At the end of his nap, Billy 
was let up, he waved "Bye bye diaper boy. Have you wet yet? 
Have fun using diapers for the first time." Mom admonished 
Billy for teasing, but she didn't seem to mind much.
	Then Penny burst into the room, with a grinning Billy 
right behind. She stared at her older brother in the crib. 
Jason was hoping for sympathy, maybe Penny would talk to Mom 
and Dad and let him out. After a minute, "Cool! I've got 
another big doll to play with. This is GREAT!" She raced 
downstairs, excitedly talking to Mom and Dad. Jason slumped 
in his restraints, starting to cry. Jason was offered 
formula and baby food for dinner, but he refused the food. 
He said he didn't want any--not the awful foods he had fed 
Billy so often. His diaper was dry, too, so he didn't get a 
change, although he was barely holding it in. "Fine," said 
Dad, "We'll save this for breakfast. As for the diapers, you 
will be going sooner or later, so I advise you to do it 
before bedtime so you can sleep comfortably." Jason was 
stubborn, and kept his diaper dry until bedtime--now lights 
out was 7:30 for both boys- -after a smirking Billy was led 
in to be put in the waist belt in the bottom bunk. But 
finally, nature was too powerful, and as Billy listened and 
chuckled, Jason filled and dirtied his diaper. And now he 
had to sleep in it!
	He refused breakfast too, the next morning, and the 
food was carefully put aside. He was changed, though, to his 
great belief. Billy was taken downstairs to play before 
breakfast, and was allowed a normal, nutritious breakfast. 
About 10, workmen came in and disassembled and removed the 
bunk beds, assembling in its place a second crib, just like 
the one Jason was lying in. When he saw that, he knew that 
his situation was completely hopeless. At lunch, he quietly 
ate the foods he was given, and was complemented on being a 
good baby. The restraints stayed on, though, for a whole 
week. Before that time, Jason was used to using his diaper 
whenever he needed to. Billy wasn't allowed to change his 
brother alone, since it wasn't a good idea to give him 
access to keys, but he was allowed to help, much to Jason's 
embarrassment.
	After a week, he was allowed to be loose in his crib. 
After another week, he was really angry at everyone, and was 
determined to escape. One evening after Billy was locked 
into his crib, it was Jason's turn to have his diaper 
checked and be allowed a final bottle of water before lights 
out. Dad was in a hurry, and didn't bother to handcuff 
Jason. As soon as the crib side was down, and Dad had turned 
away to put down the key, Jason leaped out of the crib and 
made a run for the stairs. He had been pretty much lying 
down for two weeks, so by the time he was on the stairs, Dad 
was right on his tail, and at the bottom of the stairs, Dad 
tackled Jason and put him in a headlock. Mom hurried 
downstairs with restraints, and soon Jason was sullenly 
being forced upstairs in handcuffs and ankle restraints. Dad 
had a grip on the handcuffs in the small of the back, and 
each time he shoved, Jason went up two or three steps.
	At last, they entered the bedroom, where a wide-eyed 
Billy, still locked in his crib, had his face pressed to the 
bars, staring. Jason was stood at the foot of his bed, and 
soon the ankle restraints were secured by a locking belt to 
the bar at the foot, so he couldn't move anywhere. Dad 
unlocked the handcuffs, but before Jason could do anything, 
Dad had one arm gripped and twisted behind the back, and Mom 
was manoeuvering the other arm into the sleeve of a brand-
new straitjacket. When he saw what he was being placed into, 
Jason desperately thrashed, but both parents hung on tight 
as the arm Dad was holding was placed in the sleeve. The 
back was quickly tied up, and the arms brought around and 
strapped in place. The crotch strap was not buckled, then. 
Jason was still resisting and trying to get loose, but his 
parents almost ignored it, just unlocking the belt at the 
ankles so they could lift the restrained boy into the crib. 
A body strap soon had him on his front, as Dad slowly bared 
Jason's butt while Mom attached the ankle restraints to the 
frame of the crib at the foot. Dad went for the punishment 
strap, almost leisurely now that the boy was helpless, and 
as Billy watched from his locked crib, Dad gave Jason the 
thrashing of his life. His butt shone bright red by the time 
Dad was done, and he was cursing like crazy--until, that is, 
Mom popped in the pacifier. Then, Dad rediapered the child, 
adjusted the pajamas and straitjacket, and slowly tightened 
the crotch strap, pulling it very tight. The body strap was 
removed so the boy could be turned over, but then he was 
strapped down right there, restraints and all. As Dad locked 
the crib: "Let that be a lesson to both of you. Next time 
either of you tries something like that, he will wish he'd 
get the punishment Jason is getting. Jason glared at his 
parents mutely. Now, he didn't understand how he might have 
felt that being in a crib was fun. After a few comments 
about how he now had to start his month's confinement all 
over again, and about how Jason's escape attempt made it 
hard ever to trust him again, the boys were left alone to 
sleep. Billy, for once, didn't mock his brother. Jason had 
done what he had always wanted to do and never had the guts. 
He whispered "are you OK, dude" and saw Jason nod in his 
restraints in the adjoining crib. The boys were starting to 
be friends again, and realizing they had to stick together.
	Three weeks later, soon after Jason got out of 
restraints again, the boys tried a joint escape attempt, 
with Billy trying to distract his parents by pretending to 
be in pain so they would open his crib while Jason made a 
run from his open crib. The escape failed because they never 
opened Billy's crib, and Dad was on top of Jason before he 
got out of the bedroom. They really hadn't thought it 
through, they realized, lying in restraints in their cribs 
with painful butts. Their parents realized that it wasn't a 
good idea sending two boys who might try to run to school. 
So, they withdrew the boys from school, and required them to 
do home schooling courses, which could be done in the cribs 
or under supervision. The boys eventually gained some 
privileges, and got to go to special ed at school, but they 
spent a lot of time in their cribs first, and slept there 
until they each were twenty-one.