It was over. 

You'd been caught red-handed molesting your little brother, and now you were going to pay for it.

The officers dragged you away, and soon after that your trial was over in a flash. Guilty as charged.

You began to tear up, because you knew that the rest of your life would be spent in prison. Your brother, however, looked absolutely triumphant.

He had been the one who sent the anonymous tips about you, and now he'd been vindicated. You would be locked away from the rest of the world, and he would be able to go about his life without you to ruin it any further.

Once the verdict was passed, you were led away by two men in white uniforms. They put a straitjacket on you, and that was when you really started to cry.

You begged them not to lock you away. You bargained and pleaded. But they had no sympathy for someone like you. You deserved your sentence, and they took great pleasure in carrying it out.

Soon you arrived at the asylum and soon after that, you were placed in the holding cell. All your articles were taken from you besides your new straitjacket, leaving you nude from the waist down. You tried to hide your privates from view, but the holding cell was made up of four transparent walls which made it impossible to escape the scrutinizing gaze of all of the guards.

"Another sicko this time. He got caught in the act, I heard."

They were gossiping about you.

"Nasty pervert. I can't believe he would do something like that to his own brother."

The cell was cold, and there was no bed to be found.

You sat down in the corner of the cell, and tried to shrink back into yourself as much as possible. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

The cell door slid open and a man stepped forward from behind the guards. The thud of his heavy shoes causing you to cower even more.

"This is our new charge?"

He was tall and strong, and wore a white doctor's uniform with a pair of glasses on his nose. His brown hair was parted to the side and his blue eyes seemed to bore holes into you.

"Yes Doctor Addams. He just arrived a few hours ago."

"They always have a certain look about them, don't they?"

""Yes doctor. What are your orders?"

You stared daggers at him. Your hatred was writ plain on your face.

"The standard introductory regimen should suffice for now. In a month we will reevaluate his fortitude and proceed from there..."

His eyes lingered on you for a moment, noticing your defiant expression.

"On second thought, why don't we try the experimental treatment on this one?"

"Doctor? Are you certain?"

"Oh yes, this one shows great promise. I can feel it."

"Right away sir."

Doctor Addams turned swiftly, his coat billowing behind him, as the guards collected you for the next step in your sentence. You thrashed and kicked and screamed, but to no avail and soon you were strapped down to a table in some nondescript room.

The walls were completely white and undecorated. There were no windows, only a single light fixture overhead.

"A life sentence." Doctor Addams entered the room and began. "One can barely comprehend the enormity of such a sentence. Your entire life reduced to this building, completely unable to make your own decisions. It is truly maddening. I have seen it countless times. How long, I wonder, can you hold onto your sanity?"

He began to take some tools out of a cabinet, and you noticed he was wearing rubber gloves.

"But it is not entirely your fault. You were born with these attractions." He circled you and looked you over once more.

"What do you mean?" You snapped irritably.

"In my many years of studying your like, I have come to the conclusion that your interest in children is a matter of nature, not nurture. That from the moment you were born, you were destined to end up here... With me."

Your eyes widened as he spoke. He was clearly a madman.

He smiled at your reaction.

"The reason you are here is because your mind is unwell. You need help, and only I can provide it." He stopped circling you and stood at your feet. The head strap prevented you from seeing what he was doing.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

"So spirited... and yet so helpless."

He dragged his finger along the arch of your foot slowly, causing you to tense and go silent. You stifled a giggle or a scream, but you couldn't tell which.

"You see, my experimental treatment will break your mind down to its primal and most basic parts." He tickled your other foot as he spoke. "And then we can rebuild you. You can finally be free of these abnormalities."

"F-f-fuck you! Aaaahahaa!" You thrashed your hardest against the restraints but they held fast and you were forced to suffer his nimble fingers for what seemed like hours.

Eventually, he stopped tormenting you and stepped into your field of vision again.

"I can see that you dislike the sensation of being tickled, but I assure you it is quite necessary. Any other method has proven ineffective in the long-term." He lorded himself over you as you struggled to catch your breath.

"N-no... Please... No more..." You begged with teary eyes, completely defeated. You couldn't take anymore. You were sorry for everything you'd ever done to your little brother. 

"Guards!"

Two men stepped through the door.

"His reaction is as expected. We may proceed to the next phase of treatment. If you would be so kind, please transport him to the long-term storage ward."

The men nodded and set to their task, tilting the table forward and using a dolly to catch it, they were able to roll you through the corridors toward your next destination. 

"Wait! Storage!? Stop! Stop!"

Your pleas fell on deaf ears once again, and soon you were wheeled into an elevator that took you to a much lower level of the prison. It seemed as though the ride was long enough to be many tens of stories down.

"Oh god no! Don't do this! I can't! I..."

Upon your arrival in the storage area, the first thing you noticed was the hundreds of pods all in rows. Inside each one there could be seen the form of a person, completely immobilized.

"This is where we keep them." Doctor Addams stated. "These are all the men and women who came before you. Every day we receive new patients from around the world who are just like you. But you will not be staying in one of these, no."

He marched forward and opened a heavy steel door leading deeper into the ward.

"This is your new permanent home."

Upon the door opening, screams and insane laughter could be heard. The cries of those imprisoned were horrifying.

As you were wheeled down the corridor, you searched for any way to escape. Any hole in the defenses to exploit. But there were none to be found.

Finally the procession stopped in front of an open cell and you were turned to face your final resting place. But the sight you were greeted with was not what you'd expected at all.

Rather than a dour dungeon lined with torturous implements, you saw instead a room resembling a daycare playroom. And within the room was something more perplexing.

"Welcome home, big brother."

It was him. Your little brother in the flesh waiting there to greet you. But even more confusing was the fact that there were at least ten copies of him standing there ready to receive you. And every one of him was completely nude!

"What? How? Why...?" You were more confused than ever.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Doctor Addams scoffed as he wheeled you into the room.

With surgical precision, the little brothers descended upon you and began fitting you with various things. A chastity cage, a gag, VR goggles, and a pair of black and white striped socks which served to bring the prisoner look together.

"Splendid work, boys. Now at ease for a moment."

Each one of the copies of your little brother, in turn, hung their head and slacked their arms as if they were deactivated somehow. That's when it hit you. They were androids!

"Do you understand now? The very one you molested is going to be your jailer. Isn't it poetic?"

You were unable to respond.

"Boys," The androids perked up again at his command. "Begin the first phase of treatment. Set duration for... one month."

As Doctor Addams tuned to leave you, the android copies of your little brother approached you, each wiggling their fingers and making taunting faces at you. Their tickling fingers met your skin and you began to howl through your gag; desperate for someone, anyone, to hear your cries and rescue you from this horrible place.

But nobody ever would. For the next month you would be tickled and tormented by the image of your little brother. And after that, who could say what would happen to you?

After all, it was a life sentence...