Jason was trouble - with a capital 'T'. At fifteen, he'd been expelled from his secondary school for bullying and stealing a younger boy's mobile phone. At his next school, he was suspended for gross insolence to the head teacher. He had a criminal record for petty vandalism and theft, and had become the bane of his neighbourhood. His parents despaired of him. He'd had supervision orders, his parents had been fined and he'd been warned that the courts would take matters a lot more seriously if he appeared in court again. He was out with his mates, despite his mum's pleas for him to stay at home and out of trouble. The local bus shelter had just been reglazed after the last time Jason had smashed it. He pointed out the new glass to his mates, saying, "Oh look! They've put more glass in for me to break!" He found a brick and threw it through each of the panes of glass in turn, smashing them to smithereens. Unfortunately, he wasn't the smartest, and hadn't noticed either the security camera nor the unmarked police car watching for him to do just what he'd done - smash the glass again. One of the plain clothed officers in the police car had taken photos showing his wanton destruction of the glass. The car followed Jason when the gang split up. On his way home, Jason slashed all the tyres along one side of the road where the cars were parked outside people's homes. The unmarked police car drove round to near Jason's parents' house and waited for him to return home. Once home, a marked police car was called to arrest him.

Jason was taken down the police station, charged, and put in a cell. Jason demanded bail as he was still a juvenile, but was laughed at by the sergeant. "You should watch the TV news more. There's been some new legislation passed for scum like you who keep terrorising your neighbourhood. We can keep you in custody now to stop you from reoffending!" The next day, he appeared in Juvenile Court with police photographs and surveillance video of his vandalism. Unfortunately for him, he'd slashed the tyres of a magistrate, a friend of one of the three sitting on the Bench. Jason pleaded guilty as the police had shown their photographs to him before his appearance and his solicitor had advised that his only hope of avoiding a severe sentence was to plead guilty. The videos and photographs were still shown to the Bench. After discussion, the head of the Bench addressed Jason, "You are here as an habitual criminal who terrorises decent people just for the sheer devilment of it. We have decided to use the new powers which we have in special circumstances such as yours. We sentence you to 'Special Provisions'. Take him down."

Jason started to ask, "What the f**k are 'Special Provisions'?" but he was bundled out of court and into a waiting prison van before he could get an answer. Once locked in the cage in the van as well as handcuffed, the police officers smiled at him. One said, "Be afraid, Jason, be very afraid! We won't be seeing you here again, I think." Jason was normally a cocky, devil-may-care youth, but this did sow seeds of doubt in him mind and he was rather less cocky when the van drove off. He was taken to an adult open prison some distance from his home. He smiled when he saw it was an open prison as he planned to leave as soon as possible! The van drove through the gate and through the prison huts and then was let into a secure enclosure surrounded by high barbed wire fences. Jason's confidence took a dent when he saw the wire. Escape would be much less easy. The van stopped and the door was opened by the warders who helped him down. He was taken into the main door of a single story building and stood in front of a desk. The woman behind the desk held out her hand for the paperwork and then studied it before looking at Jason. "Confirm your name, address and date of birth," she ordered him. Jason ignored her. One of the warders touched one of Jason's legs with a stick he was holding, Suddenly an electric shock coursed through Jason's leg as it collapsed under him. He tried to stand, but his leg wouldn't take his weight. The woman said again, "Confirm your name, address and date of birth." Jason again ignored her, but was already frightened. He'd never been treated like this before. The warder touched his abdomen with the probe and the shock caused Jason to wet himself as well as screaming from the pain. he laid there, now feeling wet and very miserable. The woman behind the desk repeated, "Confirm your name, address and date of birth." Jason this time complied. "Good, and about time! You will learn here to obey immediately or suffer the consequences. I'm absolutely convinced after that stubbornness that you're in the right place." Turning to the warders, "Take him to the preparation room." Jason was lifted to his feet and dragged down the corridor. When he'd been dragged off, the woman, in charge of the facility, used the intercom to get a trustee prisoner to come to mop her floor clean after Jason's leak.

Jason was dragged into a room with a rubber covered table fitted with arm boards and restraints. His trousers and soaked underwear were removed along with his shoes and socks. He was heaved up onto the table and, with the warder with the prod holding it against Jason's chest, his wrists were freed from the handcuffs and strapped down to the arm boards. A strap was placed across his chest and then his legs were lifted into lithotomy poles which were inserted either side of the table. Not content with hooking his feet in the loops, his legs were also strapped to the poles to hold him firmly. Finally, the end of the table was lowered so that Jason was suspended with his bottom hanging free over the end of the table. He didn't like this at all, but, wisely, decided to keep quiet. he reckoned that the warders wouldn't tell him anything anyway. He was certainly right with that!

A young, attractive nurse came into the room and the warders left. Jason eyed her. She was a real 'looker' and he would have tried to chat her up if the circumstances had been rather different. Lying there with his bottom and privates exposed, he felt embarrassed to be like that in her presence - exactly what the psychologists had intended. She took a pair of special mittens and worked them over each of Jason's hands, clicking the locks closed. Jason flexed his fingers to discover that he wouldn't be able to grasp anything at all through them. She picked up a pair of shears and started to cut the clothing off his upper body. Jason wasn't having this, "What the blue f**k do you think you're doing? That's my best shirt." The nurse said nothing but went to the side of the room and came back with something in her hands. Quickly she applied the nose clip over his nose. He quickly had to start breathing through his mouth. She went back to the side of the room and came back with something else. Again, before Jason could react, she rammed the large pacifier into his mouth up to the lip guard. She then pulled the rubber straps behind Jason's head and fastened them to the other side of the pacifier. This was now firmly held into his mouth with no means of his dislodging it even when his hands were freed with those mittens on. The pacifier filled his mouth, but there was a hole through the middle for him to breathe. She removed the nose clip, allowing him to use his nose again. She smiled at him, a cruel smile and not at all pleasant. "You silly boy! You refuse to answer the governor when she asks your name and then you start swearing at me. Well, that's the last you'll be speaking for a while. That now stays in until we've finished with you! If you'd been polite and showed some sings of remorse for hat you'd done, we'd have been kinder to you, but you need to learn the lesson we're going to teach you! Now, first of all, I'm going to clean you up where you wet yourself and then I'm going to shave you there to remove all those nasty hairs. I suggest you lie still as we don't want to cut anything off - yet." Her smile became even crueler if that were possible. Jason was now in a panic. He really didn't like that last part - what did she mean - 'yet'? She washed him professionally and then shaved him in the same way. Jason was so embarrassed and worried that he didn't even get an erection when she grasped him to shave his pubic hair. When she'd finished, she washed him again to remove the hairs, dried him, then applied silicone based nappy rash cream. She then opened a cupboard, removing a thick pile of nappies and drop front plastic pants. "These look your size. Since you wet yourself like a baby, we'll put you in nappies like a baby!" She put a thick layer of nappies around his hips, pulling them up firmly between his legs, then put the plastic popper pants over the top, making sure to get all the terry towelling of the nappy inside the plastic pants. Muffled complaints came through the hole in Jason's pacifier which she silenced by plugging in a bottle of water laced with laxative. He needed cleaning out before his procedure the next morning, so she decided to start now. Anyway, the loss of control would be a further dent in his confidence. The idea was to keep him worried and uncertain. Finally she put a hood over his head so that he couldn't see what was happening - yet one more way to make him confused and off balance.

The nurse had finished with him, so rang for a couple of trustees from the open prison who helped out in the unit who came in their white coats wheeling a large metal crib. A warder with a prod came too. Jason was untied and lifted into the crib where his hands and feet were fastened to straps at the head and food of the crib. the bottle of water connected through the tubing to his pacifier was hooked onto the side of the crib and then the front and roof shut with a clang. It was then locked. Jason thought to himself, "And I thought I'd escape! Whatever next?" The warder turned to the nurse, "I presume he was troublesome?" "Oh yes! he's got a really foul mouth on him." "Sounds like he needs to learn a little more of his lesson," the warder said, as he put his prod through the bars of the crib and pushed the tip inside Jason's plastic pants and nappies. The jolt of electricity cause him to wet himself, or this time rather, his nappies, leaving him sore form the shock and upset because of his loss of control. The nurse leaned over him, "Get used to that wet feeling. You'll soon be like that all the time." He was wheeled to a room where he was left alone, apart from a camera looking down on his crib.

Jason had discovered as soon as she put the bottle for him to drink from that he had to keep drinking as the fluid ran in slowly but continuously. When the bottle was empty, it was replaced by another. All that water had its desired effect: his bladder was very full and, much as he didn't want to wet himself again, he just couldn't hold back any more. As he had to overcome his conditioning as a child not to wet himself, he had to try to force himself starting. Also he'd waited too long and, as everyone knows, once you let your bladder get too full, it's very hard to start passing urine to empty it. He strained and suddenly he felt the relief of his bladder emptying with the warm urine flooding into his waiting nappies. However, to his horror, he found his bowels emptying as well as the laxatives in his first drink had done their job. His 'disgrace' was seen on the video surveillance camera. The nurse came into his room, opened the lid and dropped the side of his crib, then maliciously pushed against the seat of his plastic pants to force the mess of stool up from between his legs and the nappy up his front. he felt her doing that, although not able to see his tormentor, and hated the feeling as his waste was squeezed up over his privates and up onto his abdomen.

At night, the water bottle was switched for one which allowed Jason to suck when he was thirsty. Jason didn't realise that it was night-time, but drifted off into troubled sleep. In the morning, the nurse came in with two warders. Jason's crib was opened up and his hood removed. he blinked as the bright light blinded him temporarily. His restraints were unstrapped and the warder, holding the prod, warning him to do as he was told or suffer the consequences. His wet, messy night and the humiliations he'd suffered had calmed him down somewhat, so he did as he was told. Jason discovered that there was a shower in the room where he'd been overnight. He was told to climb into the shower and to stand still. The nurse, wearing rubber gloves and plastic apron, undid his popper pants and then removed his soiled nappy. Jason stood there, embarrassed by the soil stuck all over his front and back. The nurse placed his nappies in a bin, changed her gloves and handed him a bottle of antiseptic shampoo. "Wash yourself all over with this until you're clean. I'll stand and watch to make sure you do. You can pull the curtain round you to stop splashing, but make a good job of washing yourself. Bend forward." Jason bent forward and she removed his pacifier. "If you don't say a word, this can stay off until you've showered."

Jason used the shampoo and cleaned himself thoroughly. He discovered that the shower curtain was transparent so he could be watched the whole time. He was just glad to be clean again. When the nurse was happy that he was clean enough, she handed him a large towel and told him to get dry. Once dry, she told him to open his mouth while she replaced the pacifier and strapped it in place. Jason obeyed because the last 24 hours had broken his spirit. He was frightened and disorientated because he wasn't in control of himself any more. The warder without the prod told him to hold out his hands. A pair of handcuffs were placed around his wrists. another pair went around his ankles before he even realised that this was happening. The nurse pushed a trolley up beside him and he was lifted onto it. His head was covered again with a hood so he wouldn't see what was being done to him. He was wheeled back to the first room where he was laid on his side and his wrists and ankles fastened together so his back was curled. He was strapped like that down on the rubber covered table. The nurse, meanwhile, was washing her hands thoroughly, then masking and gowning up. She painted the base of Jason's spine with antiseptic then took a special needle and inserted this into the base of his spine. Once through the skin, she angled the needle up towards his head and pushed up further. Jason was making muffled noises through his pacifier, scared because all this was being done in silence. Once the needle was in place, the nurse slid a fine catheter through the needle. Holding the tube, she slid the needle over the top of the tube. She then placed a large transparent dressing over the tube, taping it up his buttock cleft towards his head. She then taped the tube up his spine and over his shoulder. She attached a filter to the end of the tube, then picked up a syringe and inserted it into the filter and injected the whole contents through the tubing into the base of Jason's spine. Jason was aware of the fluid going in and he could feel his bottom and then his legs going numb until he could feel nothing from the waist down. The nurse connected the filter to a syringe driver to deliver continuous local anaesthetic into Jason's caudal block. Once she'd allowed enough time for him to become numb, he was freed from the ankle cuffs and rolled onto his back. His hands were freed and then strapped down to the arm boards. His legs were raised into the stirrups but, because they were now a dead weight, because they were out of his control due to the action of the anaesthetic, they were not fastened to the lithotomy poles. Once set up as she wanted, the end of the table was lowered. She walked up to him and took his scrotum in her hands. She gripped and squeezed his testes hard. Jason didn't wince or react at all. The anaesthetic had done its work.

She set to work. Firstly she painted around Jason's penis and scrotum with the antiseptic, then draped around with sterile drapes. She inserted the tip of a syringe into his penis and injected lubricant through his penis. Next she took a special reinforced catheter and inserted it into his bladder, inflating the balloon to hold it in place inside his bladder. The open end of the catheter she placed in a sterile dish to collect any urine. Next she took a pair of forceps and clipped them onto the top of his penis, crushing the tissue but not affecting the catheter. She hooked a weight on the end of the forceps so his penis was stretched as much as possible. She picked up the elastricator fitted with a pair of the rubber bands on the tips of the prongs. She slid the device over the catheter and the forceps to the base of Jason's penis. Allowing the weight to stretch his penis again, she placed the tips against the skin of his body and slid off the bands. They slid off and gripped tightly around the base of his penis. They did not crush the urethra because of the reinforced catheter. She released the forceps and his penis retracted so that the bands were hidden just under the skin of his body. It would be a good emasculation, she thought, as she looked at her handiwork.

Next she recharged the elastricator with two more bands. She fastened the forceps to the bottom of Jason's scrotum and allowed then to stretch it. She slipped the elastricator over the forceps and added weights until his scrotum was stretched almost to tearing point Making sure his testes were pulled down as far as possible, she placed the tips of the elastricator against his body and slid the rubber bands off so they crushed his scrotum, blood vessels and vas deferens from his testes. She took the forceps and crushed his cords again just below the bands to make sure. In a few days, dry gangrene would have set in and his scrotum, testes and penis would have dropped off. Next she removed the drapes and painted around his perineal region with antiseptic. Taking up a syringe filled with Botox, she proceeded to inject the sphincter muscle which held Jason's anus closed with the drug, paralysing the muscle. For the next six months, the muscle would be useless until the Botox wore off, but she could do better than that! She picked up a cone shaped plastic object and coated it with lubricant. This was forced into his anus as far as it would go. It was replaced by a larger one and then a larger one still. Because his muscles there were paralysed, the opening did not close up. Eventually, she coated her glove with lubricant and inserted the whole of her fist, expanding her hand so that the sphincter muscle tore rather than stretched. She placed a plastic ring in the gap when his anus had been, but now destroyed. The ring had a taper on the front to help it to slide in, a groove for the remains of the muscle to seat into and a flange to stop it from going in too far. The ring went in and seated in place, holding the torn muscle open so that it would heal open as well. Finally, the nurse inserted a number of female hormone implants under the skin of hius abdomen.

Jason was returned to his crib and strapped down. The catheter was now connected to a urine drainage bag and he was lying on an incontinence pad for any drainage from his rectum to be absorbed. He was given drinks through the pacifier at regular intervals, the pad changed and the urine drainage bag emptied. The syringe was kept charged with local anaesthetic so he remained paralysed from the waist down. One day, his scrotum had dropped off with the two testes, shrivelled now, with it. A couple of days later, the penis, black from the gangrene, had separated as well with the rubber bands so it was time to take him back to the treatment room. He was lifted onto the table and his legs again placed in the stirrups. She checked that the stump of his penis was nicely healed, recessed as it was back in the skin. The catheter was removed and an introducer inserted into his bladder. The nurse pressed the plunger on the introducer as a bougie was pushed out. Pulling back on both plunger and introducer, the bougie was pulled into the neck of his bladder where sharp barbs held it in place, opening up his bladder to leak continuously. The caudal cannula was removed from Jason's back and then he was put in a thick layer of nappies and plastic pants. The nurse called for a couple of trustees to lift Jason into a wheelchair. He was strapped in to stop him from falling forward while the caudal block wore off. He was wheeled to the governor's office.

Jason was wheeled in and he sat there, waiting, while she finished some paperwork. She looked up, "Ah, Jason! Now is the time to answer all of your questions by telling you what we've done to you. You are aggressive and show a blatant disregard for others. So what we've done is to castrate you and emasculate you as well. When the anaesthetic has worn off, you'll find that your balls and penis are gone. We've injected you with female hormone which should calm you down somewhat and rendered you completely incontinent. You'll be wearing nappies for the rest of your life." She laughed, "It's going to hard to swank around with the gang you went with when you're wearing nappies and plastic pants and your nappy is wet and full of shit!"

Jason burst into tears. He had nothing to say as he had so much to taken in. His life, as he thought, was ruined. No more 'Mr Tough Guy'. The governor was right. He couldn't be cool in nappies. A few days later, he was sent home, with a stock of nappies and pull on plastic pants to wear. He didn't go out much because he was ashamed to be seen by his old mates. When he did, everyone commented on how much whatever had been done to him had improved his behaviour. He did start going out with his old mates again a few months later. After all, they were all in nappies and plastic pants too! they'd been caught, emasculated and treated as he'd been. Once the word spread about what would happen to offenders, the youth crime rate fell. The thugs decided that they really didn't want to end up like Jason and his gang!