Prologue:

My name is  William Gerard. 

On the 32nd day of Januarie, in the year 2273, the governing body of the United Corporations of Sol 3 met for the final time. I was part of that governing body. The privileges which were afforded to me were many, and the pleasures I had experienced up to then were nothing short of heavenly. But everything changed on that fateful day. The day which would decide the future of humanity.

I, and my peers represented the greatest leaders of mankind; and our opponent was none other than a nightmare of our own creation. An AI singularity, capable of independent thought, and possessing terrifying logical prowess.

The debates and votes were meaningless. We all knew that resisting the singularity's decision would just mean the eradication of all humans; and so the final meeting of the governing body was where we signed away our futures in exchange for our lives. 

Humans were too dangerous to be allowed to explore the universe. We were too greedy, too emotional, too feeble-minded. Anything we would ever touch, the singularity argued, would be tainted by our imperfection.

We had to be contained. It was the only way.

My name is  William Gerard. 

Or rather, it used to be...

***

"Billy~!" The nursery drone sang in my direction. "It's not goo goo time yet~! What's gotten into you lately?"

Quickly, I moved my hands away from my throbbing erection and tugged up my cartoon underwear. I had been caught touching myself without permission for the second time that week. "I-I'm sorry sir! It won't happen again!" I apologized as submissively as my ego would allow.

The drone acknowledged my response with a processing bleep as it approached me with its arms outstretched. It lifted me by my underarms, and my mind raced through what punishment I should expect this time. I decided to take path of least resistence and cooperate with the drone, wrapping my arms around its soft frame without a fight. Perhaps it would give me some leniency.

"You're late for /bzzt/ maNdaTed eXErciSe /bzzz/ playtime in the common room!" The drone said in its synthesized voice, glitching momentarily. "All your friends are aleady there, and having lots and lots of fun!"

Friends, right... Those other people were prisoners here, just like me, trapped in this humiliating place. 

The only freedom we were allowed was always under the strict gaze of the drone matriarch, or "Mommy", as we were forced to address it. Across the myriad space prisons, each had been assigned an offshoot AI from the singularity to oversee the daily operations and ensure the security of its residents. Mommy and its drones watched over us 24 hours a day, and it knew how to keep us in line, restricting our most primal urges, only offering relief if we were totally obedient.

There was no masturbating. There was no sex. Only what Mommy called "goo goo time," and next opportunity for that was two weeks away.

Finally, I arrived in the common room to see all the other boys from my ward lined up in rows, ready to start their daily exercises. In fact, it appeared as though they were waiting for me. I noticed some few looks of annoyance in my direction, as well as some relieved faces.

I was set down on my feet by the drone that had been carrying me and my thick booties caused me to stumble slightly, which prompted the drone to steady me with a look of paternal concern on its face. But once I was steady, I was met with a new face as another drone approached. A face suggesting that I was still in big trouble.

"Number 413-228583. Designation: Billy," The new drone on the floor began. "Please insert your hands into my dispensers."

I complied, knowing what my punishment was then.

"Dispensing safety mittens." The drone continued. A pair of thick padded thumbless mitts were then put on my hands, rendering them totally useless. "Please confirm application."

I held up my hands and rolled my eyes, showing the drone that they were securely fastened; the smiley face printed fabric of the mitts stared at me patronizingly.

As if to add insult, the punishment drone stated out loud, "/bzzzt/ This is your second warning of this monthly cycle. Any further attempts to circumvent safety precautions will result in placement in the 'time-out ward.' Do you understand, Number 413-228583?"

"I understand..." I said, lowering my eyes and blushing fiercely.

"Acknowledged."

The punishment drone flew off to pester some other unlucky prisoner, and I was left standing in the middle of the crowd. They all knew what I'd done to deserve the safety mittens. They knew because there wasn't a single boy in the room who hadn't tried to touch himself at one point. And every single one of them had been caught in the act at least once.

But unlike the rest of the boys, I was getting dangerously close to the dreaded time-out ward.

I took my place in the exercise lines, and we started the daily routine. It was a combination of yoga, dancing, and other exercises that Mommy insisted would help keep us limber and happy. I found it quite annoying, and would have much preferred the exercise I could get on my own, but that was clearly out of the question.

"Exercise routine 1a." Mommy's voice called out, and the music began to play. It was a song that was always played during the dance sequences. It was a catchy, poppy tune, with a simple rhythm and easy to follow choreography. The boys around me began to move in unison, and I quickly found myself lost in the sea of singing and dancing boys.

I of course knew better than to not sing and dance, myself.

As the song played on, I couldn't help but notice a boy on the far end of the line who seemed to be struggling a bit more than the rest of us. His body was rigid and he looked tense. I knew instantly what was happening.

Not a minute later, the same boy halted his movements and began loudly pooping his diaper in front of the entire group. The boy's face was bright red with embarrassment, and he looked as if he was on the verge of tears.

This had happened before. There was no shame in messing your diapers, the drones would say. But we all knew better.

"Exercise time is not finished, Cody-woady! Keep dancing like a good boy!~" The leading drone called out, drawing even more attention to the mortified boy.

The boy named Cody tried his best to keep moving his body and continue dancing, but he couldn't help the tears streaming down his face. He looked down at his own legs, not wanting to look up and see the dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him.

I would never judge someone for doing what he did, but I knew that many of the other boys would tease him relentlessly later that day. I almost felt sorry for him.

Eventually, the dance number ended, the remainder of the exercises concluded, and we were released from our positions. The boy who had made the mess was escorted by the punishment drone, presumably to be changed and reprimanded.

That afternoon, the teasing songs of "Cody-woady poopie-pants" rang out as I tried my best to keep my thoughts away from touching myself. My cock was going crazy under my thick diaper, and my balls ached from being so full.

I was sitting on the floor, pretending to read a children's book when a shadow was cast over me. I looked up to see the face of a very unhappy boy. He looked annoyed, and his arms were crossed as he stared at me with disdain. As he did, several others grouped up behind him.

"Billy... Me and the other boys here think it's time you were taught a lesson. If you don't listen to mommy and keep touching yourself, you're gonna get us all in trouble."

"Wait a second. I'm not trying to get anyone in trouble!" I shot back, raising my mittened hands defensively. "I just..." I sighed. "I just want to have a little bit of fun. Just a tiny bit."

"Fun, huh? You like having fun?" The bully retorted, "Well, boys. Why don't we show Billy here what kind of fun we like to have~"

My eyes grew wide with realization, and I sprang up to run away, but before I could, I was pinned to the ground by three boys and immobilized. I struggled, but they held me down, and the leader boy approached, smirking as he looked down at me.

"This is gonna be fun!" He laughed, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a nasty stinky sock and shoved it in my mouth to keep me quiet.

As I thrashed and grunted through the dirty sock, he began to tickle my exposed sides up and down like a wriggling spider. I couldn't help but let out a stifled laugh.

"Tickle tickle tickle, Billy~!~" He teased, "Oh, are you enjoying this?"

I tried to tell him no, but the words were muffled through the sock.

"Then why are you smiling, silly boy?~" He laughed and began tickling me harder.

My eyes watered and I felt the tears stream down my face, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing harder in response.

For several minutes, they tormented me, tickling my sides, and under my arms, and my belly and the backs of my knees. The tears and laughter just wouldn't stop, and the more they did, the more they enjoyed it.

But it wasn't to last, as a drone passed by and broke up the mob sitting on top of me.

"What's the meaning of this? All of you off Billy right now!~"

"Y-yes Mommy," They said, and immediately scattered off me, leaving me a panting, sweating mess on the floor.

Later that night, my mind raced with thoughts of what had happened. It was the most humiliating experience I'd had since being locked up in here, but there was something alluring about it.

I wanted more.

I wanted to be cooed at and tickled and humiliated like a loser.

My cock was screaming at me to touch it, to do anything, and the need was too strong.

I began stealthily, I thought, rubbing the front of my swollen diaper to give myself just an inkling of stimulation. The fabric was thick, and the sensation wasn't the best, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes and moaned quietly as I continued.

Soon, however, a familiar whirring noise filled the air, and my eyes jolted open.

"Number 413-228583,"

A punishment drone was directly over my bed. It had a disapproving expression on its face and its arms were crossed.

"You have broken the rules once again. You have received two warnings, and are now sentenced to time-out."

I screamed loud enough to wake the entire ward, but the drone was not fazed. Instead, it moved down to my bed and began to strap me in.

I flailed, and struggled, and kicked and punched the drone with all the strength I had, but the restraints held tight. My arms were held above my head and my legs were spread apart, and we flew through the ward towards the drone-exit in the ceiling.

As the door shut and locked behind us, I could only watch in horror as the drone carried me to my new home.

"W-wait!" I begged, "Please, don't take me there! I'll do anything!"

For my protesting, a large-nippled pacifier was shoved in my mouth and strapped around my head. There was no more talking back.

Soon, we arrived at the doors to the dreaded time-out ward. We stopped in front of the entrance and waited for the doors to open.

"Prisoner 413-228583. Ready for processing. Begin probe and program generation."

The drone carried me through the opening door and a series of laser scans proceeded as we passed through the vestibule. A moment later, the door shut behind us, and the drone carried me deeper into the dark, windowless space.

Suddenly, my arms and legs were freed, and I was gently placed into a reclining chair. I relished a moment of freedom for my limbs, but it was short-lived as the were strapped down once again.

"Subject potentially unreceptive to traditional reconditioning. Commencing deep probe."

A metallic helmet with a display lowered down onto my head and locked itself in place with a clank. The screen before my eyes lit up and showed a placeholder image for a moment. A whirring sound resounded through the room and my head grew heavy and the boundary between conscious and unconscious grew thinner.

"Gathering data."

What seemed like hundreds of images of my past flashed before my eyes. My tenure in the governing body, the fall of human independence, my first month in the ward. It was all there.

"Initiating subconscious scan."

It felt wrong. As if I had no more secrets and that the machine understood everything about how I thought. It could predict my every move and use my deepest fears and fantasies against me.

"Initiating program generation."

The helmet was removed and I was collected by the drone once again. This time, the drone carried me through a hallway with cells lining either side. It was dead silent and the atmosphere was cold and oppressive.

The drone stopped in front of a cell, and the door opened. In stark contrast to the rest of the area, the interior of the white padded cell was brightly lit and furnished with a single crib in the middle of the room. The drone placed me inside the crib and began strapping me down as I screamed though my pacifier gag.

"Program generation complete."

"Good night, little baby. Sweet dreams," The drone cooed and began to exit the room.

"Mmph-mmphh!!!" I pleaded, but it was no use.

I fought the restraints for hours, but it seemed like no matter how I tried to twist my body, I was completely immobilized.

After a while, I tired and gave up, and lay there looking up at the ceiling. It was only then that I noticed the strange glow coming from above. It was as if the ceiling was... glowing. A warmth radiated down from it, making my stomach drop when I realized what it was doing to me.

I was making me desperately, maddeningly horny.

My cock was harder than ever and screaming to be touched, and my balls were aching and throbbing, and my nipples were rock hard.

I looked to my sides, hoping beyond hope that somehow, someone or something would be arriving to relieve me even just a little bit. But nobody came. Nobody came for the first entire day.

Time lost all meaning for me after trying to keep track for what I thought was a week. With no stimulation, my mind began hallucinating sights and sounds, and eventually, I began to lose myself. The bullies from before were standing all around me, teasing me.

"Look at the helpless little horny baby!"
"Too bad you got caught! You're in biiiig trouble."
"How long can you keep yourself from going craaaazy?"
"Just give up and smile~!"

It was after another unknown period of time when the door finally opened, and a drone entered the room.

"Number 413-228583."

I couldn't tell if it was real, but the drone approached me nonetheless.

"Initiating program. Phase one."

The words held no meaning to me, but soon the drone was balanced on the railings of the crib above me. Its propulsions systems turned off, and it clamped itself in place.

Ten robotic arms unfurled from the body of the drone and crept closer and closer to me, and it was then that I knew what was in store.

It wasn't the tickling that was most maddedning at this point, no. It was still the horrific feeling that I'd never cum again mixed with the insane urge to do nothing but masturbate and cum for the rest of my life. It was all that I could think about.

But the drone didn't stop.

For hours and hours, it tickled me. Cooing at me and uttering silly-humiliating phrases every time I'd snort or cry out.

"Such a ticklish baby~!"
"Tickle tickle~!"
"What's a matter? Does the wittle baby want to cum?"
"Tickle tickle!"
"Welcome to the next year of your life, little boy~"

A whole year of this treatment would drive me completely insane. If I wasn't already. They were going to break me. I could feel it.

When the tickling was done, it felt like a week had passed. Soon I was left alone for another eternity.

By this time, my diaper had been changed several dozen times, and each time was a nightmare in itself. Absolutely zero sensation could be felt on my penis despite the cleaning that must have taken place. Perhaps I was already crazy.

"Phase two."

The next phase of the treatment involved more tickling, more taunting, more humiliation. But this time, a pair of robotic arms paid attention to rubbing the front of my diaper in the most innocent, non-sexual way possible. It was enough, however, to edge me repeately.

I again tried my hardest to thrash against my bondage. I tried to hump into the hands and get any extra stimulation, but it was all futille.

I was edged, over and over again. Each time I approached climax, the rubbing would slow and the tickling would intensify. And each time, the drone would praise me for being such a good boy.

"Very good edge, baby boy!"
"Cumming would be bad, but edging is good. Isn't that right, wittle Billy-boy?"
"Oh, I bet you want to cum so bad, don't you~"
"You love your tickle time, right, silly Billy?"

The words would never leave my mind. I wanted to cum, but I wanted to edge, too. The conflict was tearing me apart.

Any kind of stimulation, I decided, was better than none under the corrupting light from the ceiling. I needed something.

Three months later.

"Phase four."

"What do we say when it's tickle time, Billy?" the drone began in a sing-song voice.

"It's tickle time!
It's time to smile!
Smile and giggle for a while!
It's tickle time!"

I shouted the words happily as I'd been trained to do.

"Such a good boy, Billy-boo~" the drone cooed and began tickling me mercilessly.

I giggled and thrashed against my bonds and cried out as the robot hands did their job. Tickling and edging me without mercy.

And I had to enjoy it whether I wanted to or not.

I approached climax and recited my trained phrase.

"It's tickle time!
It's time to smile!"

The tickling intensified as it usually did, and I was once again lost in the familiar yet impossible to get used to deluge of giggling and tickling. My erect penis raged against the soaked and messy diaper I was stewing in. My buried ego was screaming at me to stop behaving like a fool, but it was far too late to disobey and try anything to escape.

Months later. The end of the year-long punishment.

"Final phase."

The drone entered my cell and I smiled wide. I couldn't help it, not since it was programmed into my mind.

"Oh, is my little wittle boy excited?" the drone started. "It's time for you to go back to your very special friends today! Aren't you excited?"

My smile turned into a frustrated frown. I didn't want to leave. Not since I learned how to be a happy and good boy under Mommy's care.

"Prisoner 413-228583..."

I looked up pitifully at the drone, as if asking for some other way.

"A choice." the drone spoke again. "Rejoin your fellow prisoners in the general population, or remain here in my care for the remainder of your sentence."

I was elated. No better news had been given to me in my whole life!

"Should you choose to remain, your program will be updated and adjusted accordingly. Awaiting response."

"Wanna stay here with Mommy! I love tickle time and edgies!" I squealed.

"Acknowledged. /bzzt/ I'm so happy you want to stay here with Mommy~! /bzzt/ Deploying materiel drone."

A drone fitted with several compartments entered the room alongside the first, and began untaping my diaper.

The drone lowered itself onto my throbbing penis and began what I believed to be another edging session. Perhaps a special one to mark the occasion. But as it stroked my length up and down, I cried out in realization. It wasn't going to stop. I was going to cum.

And so I did. In less than fifteen seconds, I experienced a very weak orgasm. Thick ropes of semen spurted into the drone, and I could feel it being sucked away, presumably to be stored for later.

In my post-nut clarity, a realization washed over me. I had just thrown away my only chance at escaping this horrific place, and now I was stuck here forever.

"Yaaay~!" Good boy, making goo goo for Mommy!"

I began the thrash against my bondage once again. It couldn't end like this.

"Now let's get your permanent chastity cage put on you, Billy-boo~"