Summary: A teenage boy is kidnapped and forced to live as a baby.

An English Tale; Kidnapped and Babied

Matthew was handsome and approaching seventeen. He was walking back 
from a friend's house minding his own business when a van pulled up to 
the curb in front of him.

Eventually the side doors slid open and someone got out. Matthew didn't 
think too much of it as he was walking. Not until he saw someone 
walking up to him in the corner of his eye.

As Matthew turned around his face was suddenly covered with a damp 
cloth. Matthew struggled to get free but the grip on him was so tight 
he couldn't breathe.

The last thing Matthew remembered was suddenly falling asleep.

Matthew's kidnapper dragged him into his van and drove off. Matthew was 
driven for over an hour to a house in the middle of nowhere.

The kidnapper parked his van on the drive and looked around the dark 
hillside to check no one was watching. He then opened the van and 
dragged Matthew out.

It wasn't easy carrying an unconscious teenage lad into a house, 
especially when there was a risk someone was watching. The kidnapper 
took his chances though and Matthew was taken into the house.

Matthew's kidnapper stopped for a break, he needed it. Before he sat 
down for five minutes for a smoke he dowsed more of the knockout liquid 
onto the cloth and left it loosely over Matthew's face to ensure he 
didn't wake up. Every time Matthew breathed in he was inhaling more 
sedative.

The kidnapper wanted the hardest bit out of the way so he roared in, 
grabbed Matthew off the floor and ran up the stairs as fast as he 
could, plonking Matthew on the floor of a room with a door which the 
kidnapper had purposely left open.

The kidnapper shut the door and locked it with a key lock. He walked 
over to the window of the blackened room, slid down a black out blind 
and drew the curtains. He then switched the light on.

The room was a nursery. Clowns and other colourful babyish things 
printed on the wallpaper and border. A pink and yellow patterned 
lampshade on the ceiling and matching curtains.

The room was full of light pine furniture, all handmade by the 
kidnapper. All the furniture in this room was nearly four times bigger 
than a baby would need. But this nursery wasn't for a baby, but an 
adult baby... Matthew.

There was a long changing mat on a pine stand, which came up to the 
kidnapper's ankles. A wardrobe full of rompers and other baby clothes. 
A chest of drawers full of towel nappies, disposable nappies and other 
baby accessories.

A few bottles of baby lotion and talcum powder were on the side.

On one side of the room there was the biggest cot ever. It was made of 
pine; the dowelling bars had been reinforced with small steal cables 
running down the inside to ensure no escape. The blankets were of 
course baby patterned and there were strap restraints at the bottom and 
middle of either side of the cot.

On top of the cot was a piece of thick transparent plastic, which was 
drilled down to ensure the adult baby inside couldn't climb out. The 
cot was also drilled into the wooden floor.

The kidnapper got out his key ring, found a small key and undid the 
locks either side of the cot, then pulling the sidebars down.

The kidnapper then walked over to Matthew who was still unconscious. 
Matthew was then stripped of his adult clothes, which were folded up 
and put in the chest of drawers.

Whilst the kidnapper was at the chest of drawers he pulled out a towel 
nappy, some pins, a waterproof cover and a dummy with a strap attached 
to it. He threw them near the changing mat.

He then grabbed Matthew by his hands and pulled him onto the changing 
mat. As Matthew's naked body was slid up the mat it made the mat 
crinkle.

Matthew's legs were then thrust up in the air and his feet were slipped 
into two straps hanging from the ceiling, they had been designed to 
hold legs up so high the kidnapper could easily put a nappy on his baby 
and wipe his bottom when being changed. The kidnapper folded the towel 
into a kite shape and put it under Matthew.

The kidnapper fastened the nappy together with four pins before taking 
one of Matthew's legs out of the straps. The kidnapper picked the 
waterproof up.

The waterproof was crinkly and plastic on the inside but on the outside 
it was a patterned material with babyish things printed on it.

The kidnapper put one leg into the waterproof and slid it up Matthew's 
leg as far as he could, the leg was then put back in the strap and the 
other leg was bought down and the waterproof put up his leg, the 
kidnapper pulled it up tight and made the nappy snug and bulging. 
Matthew's legs were bought out of the straps and back onto the mat, the 
nappy crinkled and rustled.

The kidnapper got the dummy and put it in Matthew's mouth, the dummy 
had an elastic strap firmly attached; it was put round Matthew's head 
and securely clipped to the dummy ensuring Matthew could not remove it.

The final item was then bought out of the wardrobe, a pair of mittens. 
These mittens were so thick and small they would be uncomfortable to 
wear but they ensured no escape. They were fastened tight on Matthew's 
hands.

Matthew was pulled over to the cot and carried on to it. Matthew was 
sleeping like a baby, just as the kidnapper wanted to see him. The 
mittens were fastened to the cot, the restraints were strapped around 
Matthew's hands and legs and a blanket pulled up to keep him warm. The 
kidnapper smiled proudly at his new baby son and took a picture of him 
with his camera phone. He then locked the cot up, turned the light out 
and locked the door.

The following morning the kidnapper was walking to the nursery to say 
hello to his new baby son. He could here muffled cries and grunts come 
from the nursery. He unlocked the door and went in.

Baby Matthew was kicking and shouting as much as he could but it was no 
use, he was fastened tight and confused. The kidnapper opened the 
curtains and then unlocked the cot.

The kidnapper stroked baby Matthew's head and introduced himself as 
daddy. Matthew was told he was in the right place at the right time for 
daddy, but obviously for baby Matthew it was vice versa. Matthew 
started crying; his daddy wiped his tears and told him to calm down. 
Matthew's daddy warned him he was going to be let out of his cot and be 
shown his new home after breakfast.

Baby Matthew drew back the tears and was ready to get up and run, he 
was told to sit up and get in the crawling position on the floor. He 
had no idea what was happening to him but he did so and then suddenly 
darted up and ran for the door.

Daddy was too quick for him, he grabbed his baby threw him to the floor 
and locked the door. Baby Matthew immediately tried to get back up but 
was thrown down again, Daddy put him over his knee and spanked baby 
Matthew really hard, Matthew was trying to escape the beating but daddy 
was too strong for him. He eventually calmed down.

Daddy told Matthew he would be called baby Matthew and must live as a 
baby. Matthew was confused, scared and angry. He was told there was no 
escape, all the windows and doors were locked and if he tried to escape 
he would be locked in a tiny cage in Daddy's cellar for the rest of his 
life.

Matthew was still thinking and ready to escape but for now he knew he 
was a prisoner.

Daddy felt Matthew's nappy, which was dry. Daddy was disappointed but 
not surprised; Matthew was reminded he would do everything a baby does, 
including wetting and pooing himself. Matthew was warned if he didn't 
use his nappy by lunchtime he would get the aid of a suppository, 
Matthew didn't know what one was but knew it wasn't good.

Matthew was put in a light blue romper and made to crawl downstairs to 
the kitchen. He was embarrassed, he could hear his nappy crinkling, and 
he was confused, why would someone do this to him?

Matthew crawled into the kitchen and saw an oversized high chair 
waiting for him. He was made to get in it. He was also reminded never 
to speak, if he did, the cellar would be his new home.

Baby Matthew had his dummy removed and he was eventually fed hot 
Weetabix by his daddy. A bottle of warm milk was then made for him to 
drink.

Daddy just sat there staring at Baby Matthew, Matthew was humiliated he 
didn't know where to look. Daddy then pulled the eating tray away so 
Matthew could get out. Matthew was expecting to be told to get on the 
floor but Daddy grabbed him and held him by his bum and back.

Daddy felt Baby Matthew's rustling nappy on his bum, Matthew got an 
erection, he wasn't sure though why.

Daddy carried him into the lounge and put him on the floor. He gave 
Matthew five minutes to wet himself and poo himself. Matthew struggle 
to do either, his heart was pounding, his mind was telling him not to 
do it, and it wasn't usual. Eventually he managed to wet himself, he 
was dying to go but couldn't in the nappy easily.

He tried to have a poo but he knew he couldn't. He ended up breaking 
wind a few times; he was really embarrassed as Daddy was in the room. 
Daddy came over and told him time was up.

Matthew was led upstairs, daddy was looking forward to forcing Matthew 
to use his nappy, and Matthew thought maybe a suppository was another 
word for an enema. He half expected himself to get one.

Matthew was told to lie on his tummy. His nappy cover was pulled off 
and his nappy unpinned a little so Daddy could get to his bum.

The suppository was pulled out of the chest of drawers. Eventually 
being inserted into Matthew. He was humiliated and in slight pain. The 
nappy was put back on and baby Matthew was told to get back in his cot.

Baby Matthew was gagged with his dummy and restrained again. He didn't 
know what to expect. The cot was locked up and daddy just sat in the 
room looking at Matthew.

Suddenly Matthew was in pain, a horrible feeling nothing could stop, 
agony, his stomach bulging and bubbling, his bum feeling horrible, he 
didn't know what was happening. He sucked his dummy furiously, daddy 
was getting turned on and starting masturbating as he watched his 
defenceless baby struggling.

Eventually Matthew farted like he had never done before, he followed 
through, he could feel hot, mushy poo on his skin, it sickened him but 
he could do nothing, he went boiling red with embarrassment, he 
fidgeted around but could do nothing, he pulled at his restraints but 
they wouldn't budge.

Baby Matthew started crying. Daddy started unfastening him and ordered 
him to crawl over to the mat and lie on his back. Matthew could feel 
the poo moving around in his nappy, he gasped as he lay on his back and 
felt his poo pressing against him again.

Daddy took the waterproof off before putting Matthew's legs up in the 
air and began taking the nappy off, he threw the poo covered towel in a 
nappy bin and began the slow, smelly process of changing baby Matthew.

Matthew was wiped, oiled, powdered and a clean nappy was put on him. He 
was led down the living room and forced to watch baby programmes on the 
TV.

Six months later Baby Matthew was still there. He hadn't escaped; he 
could never find the opportunity. Whenever daddy was out Matthew was 
locked in his cot, there simply was no escape.

Matthew was in a routine now anyway, early mornings, early nights, no 
freedom and no choice. Baby Matthew suddenly realised he could be here 
for many, many years.

The following year Baby Matthew got a baby brother who was younger than 
him, he was fifteen. At least he had some company. Whenever they got 
the chance they spoke to each other normally and contemplated escaping 
although it never happened.

Daddy knew they spoke to each other like adults but didn't punish them 
for it. He secretly listened sometimes and liked to hear the despair 
they were facing. Daddy was just so happy though�

He had two baby boys.