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    Brothers Forever 4-A: The Phantasmal Asylum

    A week stuck squatting in the box came and went in the blink of an eye, and the whole time, Ben was forced to wallow in his own stink. He cried at first and pleaded to be let out, but after just a day he was reduced to whimpering. Whimpering every time he felt himself pooping his diaper, when he got an especially stinky whiff of socks, and when he reluctantly sucked his laxative-laced food through his pacifier feeding tube.

    By the end of the week, Ben's body was stained with terrible smells. His whole body reeked of socks, and his diaper was heavy with mush, but when his brother opened the box for the first time in a week, he still had a weakly defiant look on his face. Jake sighed with disappointment. He would have to take still more extreme measures to break his brother's will. 

    With a wave of his hand, Jake magically removed Ben's restraints, as well as the metal box he was trapped in with his socks. Ben collapsed backward onto his messy diaper with a squish. "Still think you'll be able to escape?" Jake asked coldly. Having a pacifier still in his mouth left Ben unable to reply, only grunt weakly. He shifted himself off of his bottom and tried to get to his feet, but the weeklong stay in the box left him phsically weak and he simply fell forward onto his front.

    Jake walked toward his brother and stepped on the rear of his 

diaper with one foot, squishing the mess in his diaper against his bottom. "My precious baby brother... You've left me with no other options. Now I'm going to have to do something I was hoping to avoid." Jake continued. He waved his hand once more, dispelling the pacifier gag stuck in the young boy's mouth. "Anything to say for yourself?" 

    "Please don't do thi--" Jake stopped Ben from saying anything more as he shoved one of the nearby socks into his mouth and fixed it in place by tieing another sock around his head. "I'm disappointed. We could have had it much easier if you would have just listened to me the first time." Ben struggled under his brother as he spoke authoritatively. "We're going to spend some time away from each other. Maybe when you come back, you'll see that you're much better off obeying me."

    Jake magically hoisted Ben into the air and lowered him dramatically as the floor opened up and revealed a chamber below them. "I'll be seeing you in a month this time. Try to learn your lesson while you're down there."

    Ben thrashed as hard as his weak body would allow, but as he made it all the way through the opening in the floor, it closed up behind him. He was left with no way out of his predicament. His mind raced at the thought of what torment awaited him, and as he began to cry again, a ghostly pair of arms wrapped themselves around Ben and caught him. The boy did not take kindly to this and started beating at the arms with his fists. Just then another 4 arms appeared and grabbed his wrists and ankles pulling him out, spread-eagle. 

    Try as he may, he was unable to move his limbs even an inch, 

and the arms carried him through the air down an awaiting hallway. A series of rooms sped by him as he flew down the hall. There seemed to be writing near each door, though Ben wasn't able to read them before they were out of sight. All but one, which the hands stopped in front of. The sign beside this door read "Ward Zero". 

    They flew down another maze of hallways and eventually came to a doorway at the end of a hall. There was Ben's name on the door plate, which he saw as they hauled him in. The room was decorated in the style of a daycare with colorful patterns and smooth plastic furniture. He could barely put up a fight as he was strapped to a changing table set against the wall. 

    The ghost arms secured him to the table with very little room to move, and due to a strap over his forehead, he found that he was unable to look away from the TV hovering above him. The TV turned on with an image of a digital smiling face. 

    "Hey there little guy! My name is Silly Billy! I'm the caretaker here at the Little Smiles Asylum." The face cheered, almost too enthusiastically.

     "You're in Ward Zero, the most secluded and secure ward of my facility! While you're here, it's my job to remove all the bad thoughts you're holding on to. We'll begin now with some exercises to break down your barriers."

     Ben panicked as this was explained to him, and as he began to thrash around, the ghost hands reappeared and produced a pair of clunky-looking metal boots and carried them over to Ben. The boots were placed over his dirty socked feet, and then locked in 

place after a brief futile struggle. 

     The boots activated as they began to tickle and tease Ben's young, soft feet. His reaction was visceral. There was nothing he wanted to avoid more than being tickled, but there was no escape, no matter how he scrunched his toes or flexed his arches. There were spinning brushes against each of his toes and a roller rotating under his toes. Wiggling nubs lined his arches and moved in a randomized fashion to keep him from getting used to it.

     Ben sobbed into his sock gag between giggles, as Silly Billy chimed in again.

     "These boots are my personal touch. I love seeing good little boys smiling at all times! They'll be staying on for the whole time you're here!" 

     The excessive stimulation caused Ben to pee in his mucky diaper, which finally caused it to leak after a full week of use. Silly Billy took this opportunity to degrade him, and put on a fake-sympathetic voice.

     "Uh oh! Did little Benny-boo make a leaky diadee? It's time for changies!" 

     The ghost hands reappeared and removed Ben's diaper, after which they wiped him clean. Despite everything else, he was grateful to be changed out of the messy diaper he had been stuck in for nearly a week. The hands reached under the table and pulled out a very thick diaper, then proceeded to put it under Ben's bottom. Next came a copious ammount of baby powder, which the hands took their time to rub into his private area. This both tickled 

and molested Ben at the same time, causing him to pop a confused erection.

     The diaper was pulled over his crotch and taped into place while he continued to spasm from his feet being tickled. After that, the ghost hands opened another drawer and acquired a bib with a picture of a smelly sock on it. 

     "Isn't this bib just SO SILLY? It's just about the only thing you'll get to wear besides your diaper while you're here. It'll show off exactly what you are. Just a stinky little boy!"

     After tying the humiliating bib around Ben's neck, the hands carried him over to a steel "X" frame against the wall and proceeded to cuff his wrists above his head and his ankles to the bottom points of the X. The last restraints were around his waist and forehead, making any movement very difficult.

     Once he was secured in place the TV positioned itself in front of him and showed Silly Billy again. 

     "Let's get that stinky sock out of your mouth." The ghost hands did just that, and Ben could use his mouth again. But instead of talking normally, Ben could only laugh, sqeal, and beg for the tickling on his feet to stop. 

     "Awww you have such a cute laugh, Benny! I think we should keep you laughing for the rest of the night!"

     "NOOOOAAHAHAAAAA" Ben cried out in panic.

     "Don't worry kiddo, you'll come to love being tickled! I'm sure!"

     Several more ghost hands appeared out of the wall beside Ben and started encroaching on some of his most ticklish spots.

     "Are you ready? Here we goooo! It's tickle time!"

     The tickling was very thorough. His armpits, ribs, belly, and inner thighs were all assaulted by tickly hands as Benny screamed himself hoarse. He spasmed and shook. Anything to evade the tormenting hands. He even managed to form one semi-coherent word between his laughter, "Please". In response, Silly Billy began tickle-talking at him.

     "Coochie coo! Wiggle giggle! Tickle tickle! No escape for the diaper boy!" This humiliating language would continue for the whole night.

     Some unexplainable force was keeping Benny conscious through these ordeals, and he was forced to endure what he assumed had to be a full night of ticklish torture. Once the night was through, the hands receded and Benny was left with just the nagging tickle boots, along with a fairly used diaper. 

     Benny looked around, trying to discern what was coming next, while a set of ghost hands appeared with a pair of thick mittens and placed them on his hands. Then, he was released from the X frame and lowered to the floor. Immediately, he noticed that standing in the boots made them much more effective. He danced between his two feet and tried to keep himself from stepping down onto the boots with much force.

     "Look at that silly dance! Aren't you just a natural twinkle-toes!" 

Silly Billy teased. "How about you dance around for a while, and I'll get your breakfast ready? I'll be back in no time at all!"

     As Benny was left alone to his own devices in the daycare-esqe room, hidden speakers began playing music from Barney and other baby shows that Benny recognized. Humiliated, he could only march around in his tickle boots while his diaper crinkled with every step. He only stopped in place for a moment, squatting and filling his diaper, before continuing to parade himself around the room. Giggling, marching, stuck in a poopy diaper, and forced to listen to Barney. Benny looked just like a smelly toddler. And he would continue his toddling until Silly Billy eventually returned.