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Tutoring

Chapter One

Jordan Brightmore was a good boy, and clever with it, so setting himself up as a tutor to others at his school seemed like a good idea, and actually paid good money. Plus, it also cut down on the teasing he got over his name and the sad fact he was a little short for his fourteen years, not to mention his round face with its smattering of freckles, tended to make him look younger than he was. Not that this bothered him, in fact he rather liked it, but it did make him stand out amongst the hormonal giants that he attended class with.

However that wasn't all there was to Jordan's life which is how he came to be standing his bedroom about to change out of his school uniform into the clothes that had been left on the bed for him. This in itself wasn't all that unusual as it was something that he'd done since starting infants ten years earlier, the problem was the clothes hadn't changed that much, in the meantime. Well they had up until earlier in the year when his secret life had been caught out. Up until then he'd had jeans and a t-shirt to change into. Now though it was a pair of overalls with the legs cut off at the knee that had little airplanes all over them, making them look like something a four year old would wear. Although most four year olds would think they were childish. Josh though would, as he knew it was pointless to complain, given that he'd been forced to tell his mum that he liked dressing like a little kid after that incident with the secret prep school uniform. Not that his mum knew all about that, by a long shot, and as far as Jordan was concern she never would.

Taking off the baggy trousers and sweat shirt that his school insisted on, but which he knew made him look even smaller than he was, Jordan also removed the boxer shorts he wore to be like everyone else, exchanging them for a set of briefs that his mum had managed to find somewhere. These were both small and tight, but that was how Jordan liked them, even if they did make his bum look big and his already modest private parts all but invisible.

Sitting on his bed, Jordan slipped his legs into the shortalls sliding them up his legs, until he could pull the left strap up over his shoulder and latch it onto the hook at the front. As usual this wasn't easy, as the bid came up nearly all the way to his neck making it impossible to see what he was doing. It was also the reason he left the right strap undone, as with that fastened it was tricky to get either strap off.

Bending down to put his slippers on, Jordan glanced up at the mirror opposite noting with a slight smile just how far he could see up his reflections leg, given the way the shortalls flared out, due to how short he, himself had cut them, removing the strengthening hem in the process. If he'd been wearing boxers, even those short in the leg that he liked, they would have been visible, but his briefs weren't, which, of course, was another reason to wear them.

On the way downstairs a knock from the front door caused Jordan to stop in his tracks. Naturally he didn't want to answer it wearing what he was wearing, but on the other hand, the door was glass, albeit frosted glass, so the person on the other side would have already seen him standing there, just as he could see them.

A call from his mum to get the door, gave the boy little choice but to do just that, safe in the knowledge that, judging from the outline it wasn't going to be someone from school but one of his mum's friend, which indeed it was.

"Hello little boy," the women said, "Is your mummy home?"

The woman standing there, who introduced herself as Mrs. Hunt, was a little condescending, and clearly thought Jordan to be quite a bit younger than he was, but far from annoying the teenager as it would have done any one else his age, Jordan rather liked this but it left him confused as what he was meant to be saying. Thankfully, Mrs. Hunt wasn't short on words of her own. Or opinions.

"Why don't you look cute, but you really should do yourself up properly you know."

At first Jordan looked down thinking his fly was open, only to remember that the shortalls didn't actually have a fly, which gave Mrs. Hunt not just time to smile at the cuteness of it all but also to rectify the problem she'd spotted.

With a flick of the woman's wrist the right hand overall strap, came over Jordan's shoulder and was attached to the bib, which in turn pulled the entire outfit that little bit higher on the boy's body.

"okay now that's you sorted, can you go and tell your mummy that I'm here." Mrs. Hunt punctuated her words with a sharp swot to Jordan's rear, that made him give a little gasp, and jump, before he went scampering off to do as he was told.

He found his mum in the kitchen, making his tea, which he was then put in charge off, while his mum went to talk to the visitor only returning some ten minutes later but with good news. She'd managed to find Jordan a new client. Mrs. Hunt's son, who was twelve but had dropped behind in his school due to taking so much time off to look after his sick brother. Now he needed to catch up fast, before he left his prep school.

"He goes to prep school?" asked Jordan with a slightly glazed look in his eye.

"Yes, I thought you'd like that," laughed his mum, "And you'll have plenty of time to talk about it as you'll be staying over for a long weekend, as Mrs Hunt and her husband have to take their other son to his new hospital, and didn't want to leave Alex on his own, but I told her you were fourteen and mature enough to look after the both of you."

At this point Mrs. Brightmore gave her oddly dressed teenage son a look, confirming that she understood the irony in what she'd just said, but wasn't going to comment on it any more as after all they'd done an awful lot of talking on that subject the first time it had come up, during which time she'd learned more than he'd ever dreamed possible about how a teenager could not only want to be a younger boy again, but one that went to an old style prep school and all that entailed.

Chapter Two

Jordan was sitting in the living room watching TV when his mother left the house on that fateful day, that was going to change his life in more ways that one. He barely answered when his mum said goodbye, reacting in the typical teenage grunt, that served for most of his chosen form of communication, while his mind spun on more important matters.

However, as soon as the front door closed, Jordan was up and out of his seat in a flash, running over to the window, where he could stand in the shadows, peering around the curtain, to watch as his mum drover out of the drive and along the end of the road, until she was out of sight.

When the coast was clear the newly fourteen year old became a blur as he headed towards his room as fast as his slightly shaky legs could manage.

Upstairs, he once more peered out of the window before going over to his closet where he stored a variety of cardboard boxes. Selecting one in the middle, at the bottom, he pulled it out, and digging down a short way retrieved the booklet that held his most current interest. This though wasn't as anyone would have suspected a dirty magazine but, of all things an broacher for the nearby prep school. It wasn't even a new broacher but one dating from the early 1970s, that Jordan had 'found' during one of his many 'research' trips to that very establishment, a few streets away.

Jordan had no idea where his interest in the prep school had started only that he'd nearly always wished he'd been able to go there instead of Valleyside comprehensive, for he knew, in such a place his intelligence and keenness to learn would be something he could show off about, rather than having to keep it hidden as he currently had to do, for fear of being ridiculed, or worse.

For a few minutes Jordan was content with just flicking through the broacher, even through he had already committed every word, and especially every picture of the happy looking smartly dressed boys to memory. As always he imagined himself in amongst the classes, learning with a smile on his face, or out of the sports fields, enjoying a good natured game, or just sitting around in one of the common rooms, spending his time with other like minded boys, who didn't make fun of him.

Eventually through, just thinking wasn't going to enough and it was time for Jordan to take his fantasy that one step further, but dressing up, in the exact uniform depicted in the broucher's photographs.

Returning to the box in which the broacher had been hidden, Jordan removed the two plastic bags that contained the most exciting things he'd ever been able to get on his secret jaunts around Valleyside House Prep School. A complete uniform. It was, a junior uniform, meant for those boys whose age was still counted in singe digits, but whoever it had been made for, must have been surprisingly big for his age, as much to his surprise, it also fitted Jordan.

Taking off the jeans and t-shirt he'd been sitting around the house in, Jordan sighed at the sight of his boxers, which even if smaller in volume that those his peers wore, weren't really fitting for what he was about to do, leaving him with little choice but to remove those too, less he spoil the fantasy he was about to enact.

Standing naked in his bedroom, did nothing to hide the excitement the teenager was feeling as he carefully inspected the clothes he was about to put on. Unfolding them neatly from the way he'd packaged them up, and laying them out on his bed as if he was really getting ready for his first day at the HH, as he knew the school was known. Then he started to get dressed.

The grey shirt was first. It was a little long in the arms, with the cuffs tending to slip down over the backs of Jordan's hands, but he didn't mind, as it reminded him so much of the one he'd worn in his own junior school and which he'd worn for this first term at the comp, until that turned out not to be 'cool' and he'd been forced to abandon it, in favour of a tee shirt beneath the totally covering sweat shirt.

That sweat shirt had been introduced as a way to get around that so many pupils of the comp didn't know how to wear a proper tie, by making it impossible to see if they were or not. Naturally, that wasn't an issue for the better bought up kids at HH, for they had red tie with nice white piping, which Jordan knew how to tie in a proper knot that wasn't bigger than his fist. He even raised the collar of the shirt, before putting the tie on, folding it back down again afterwards, to ensure the entire body of the tie was covered by the collar and that the tie was fastened all the way to the top, so the knot appeared centrally in the centre, directly over the fastened top button, and would be framed within the V of the V-necked jumper that was to follow.

The jumper was old style, and had smelled a little musty until Jordan had put it through both the washer and the tumble drier, so that it was once more light and fluffy as it now was with the red and white highlighting around the cuffs and the V, bright and clear. However, he didn't, as yet, pull the jumper all the way down as there was something else he needed to put on first.

The next item Jordan was going to put on was the best of everything he'd found and the thing that marked the uniform out as belonging to the junior school more than anything else, as it was only the junior boys who wore shorts.

Unlike most boys his age, Jordan had never had a problem with wearing shorts in public, and probably still would have done, had it not been pointed out to him that boys his age didn't do that, on more than one occasion. Still, of all the shorts he'd ever had these were something else, as not only were the properly tailored but they came with a deep soft lining that made them feel so much better against his skin than any of his apparently 'cool' shin length trousers that currently passed for shorts amongst his peers.

Sliding the shorts up his legs, Jordan gave a slight shiver as he always did, and had to be careful when zipping the fly closed that he didn't catch his erection in the fine metal teeth, by poking it down his right leg where it would be safely out of the way while he tucked in his shirt, before snapping closed the double catch waistband. Only when that was done did he roll down the tails of the jumper until it reached his waist.

Pausing for a few seconds to stroke the bulge his excitement still made in the material of the shorts, Jordan sat on the side of his bed, sighing once more as the legs of the shorts rode up his thighs, from their normal standing position just above his knees to high up his upper leg, showing more of his milky white thighs than he would ever be able to do under normal circumstances.

Forcing his hands away from his own enjoyment, Jordan pulled on the thick socks one at a time, ensuring as he did so that they came right up to his knees, from where they could be folded down again until the same trim of red and white that was on both his tie and around his V-neck, was not only clearly displayed around the tops of both socks but that they were both at the same height as well as perfectly straight.

Shoes were the one part of the uniform Jordan had been unable to find but that was alright as although he would have preferred the open topped sandals that some of the boys wore in the broacher photos, he had a pair of lace up dress shoes that, once polished up, looked nice enough to go with the rest of his clothes of which he only had two more items to add, before he was done.

The final two items were the most colourful of the uniforms, both being made from a deep red – the same red that was highlighted elsewhere on his otherwise grey clothing – and these too, had been put through the washer and the drier so they no longer smelled as musty as they once had. The blazer in particular never failed to amaze Jordan by it's weight that had more to do with the thick material it was made from, than the neat row of honour badges that were lined up down the left hand lapel. These weren't the only badges on display either, as across the single breast pocket was the Valleyside House badge consisting of a white coat of arms, under which was a Latin motto that Jordan had yet to be able to translate.

Before the teenager put on the final item of his stolen uniform, he went over mirror, picked up a comb, and worked his hair out of it's normal fashionably messy state into something more fitting for a nice neat prep school boy. It being only when he was happy with the way his hair looked that he could bring himself to completely cover it up with the HH school cap. This at first sight looked a little like a baseball cap, but once on, clearly wasn't one, for reasons Jordan had never been able to fully pin down, it just looked so much neater, and smarter than the former American sportswear every would, or could.

For only the second time since he'd acquired the clothes, Jordan admire himself in his mirror, loving just how smart he looked in the uniform, whilst trying to ignore how young it made him look at the same time, due mostly to the shorts and the cap. Once more he found himself stroking the front of his shorts, in a way that was quite in keeping with his overall appearance but which he found so nice, if rather naughty.

Inexplicably, and without any conscious thought on the teenager's part, Jordan started to giggle as he continued to be naughty, until he had to stop or else he'd have been forced to put the shorts through the washer once more to remove the sticky stain that he was about to create in them.

Turning from the mirror, Jordan walked out of his room, heading back downstairs, confident in the knowledge that his mum wouldn't be home for hours, leaving him free to enjoy the sensation of the air that was blowing around his exposed thighs, a feeling that he had grown to love ever since he'd rediscovered it upon first putting on the stolen shorts.

The back door appeared in front of him as he headed into the kitchen, giving Jordan the opportunity to feel even more air blowing around his legs. There was a high wooden fence running right around the back garden so no one would be able to see him as he strode outside for the first time, dressed like a little prep school boy, on his very first day of class.

After several minutes of unfettered abandon, sent literally walking around the garden, Jordan headed back towards the house, when along the way he spotted his bike sitting there against the wall, as it had been since he'd come home from his last foraging trip. And a crazy idea popped into the boy's head. What if he went out for a ride, wearing the uniform.

A sense of naughty ness over came, Jordan that also filled him with excitement at the risk. It was the middle of the afternoon, so people would be about, but not on the back roads, and country lanes that Jordan always used to get to the prep school without being scene, so there was little chance of him being spotted, although there was some chance, yet the idea of being out and about dressed as he was thrilled the boy to core, blotting out any other concerns he may have had.

Slipping quickly into the house, Jordan rushed up to his room, to get his keys, before going back down again, to lock the front door from the inside, and then the back door from the outside, with himself in the garden. Rom there he just wheeled his bike out through the side gate, pausing nervously to ensure none of the neighbours were about, before he headed off towards the open countryside.

After the nervous start, Jordan soon relaxed into riding his bike, unbuttoning the front of his blazer to make it easier to pedal, so the sides of the jacket rolled up and down on his bare thighs as he worked the machine forward along the hard sun baked mud of the track that would wind it's way through to the back entrance of Valleyside House Prep School, in whose uniform the teenager was now dressed.

Despite what any other boy his age would have seen as a restrictive clothing Jordan was more than enjoying the sensations the uniform was giving him, even around the neck and upper shins where the shirt collar and socks, respectfully dug in slightly. It was almost as if he was back in the days of the photos he'd seen when the uniform he wore, was worn as a matter of course, when boys had no image or designer labels to worry about and just wore what they were told to wear. When cycling down empty country lanes was the almost the most excitement that they could expect. When nothing could possible go wrong.

CRASH!

Without warning, a figure appeared directly in front of Jordan cycle, giving him just a split second to spin the handlebars away from the figure, but sending the hapless schoolboy tumbling into first the air and the into some nearby bushes.

It took a moment for Jordan to pull himself together, and turn to see what had happened. Thankfully he wasn't hurt, and although there were green stains on his uniform, he was pretty much unscathed, even his bike, laying on its side now a short way down the road, looked okay, so clearly no harm was done. Or was it…

"What the heck do you think you were doing kid?"

Jordan looked up from examining the mud on his polished shoes, to see a well built boy of around twelve or so standing in the road, wearing a neat pair of black jeans with a crisp white soccer shirt. But it was more than the way the boy was dressed but the way he had spoken that rang a bell in Jordan's air, as the boy's voice had the crisp tones of the upper class, and given their location just outside the school boundary, that could only mean one thing. He was a real pupil of Valleyside House.

"Why are you riding down the back-track like that, and why are you wearing your uniform at the weekend. Stand up when I'm talking to you, don't you know who I am?"

Jordan shouldn't have done as after all he'd never actually gone to Valleyside House, but the truth was, he realised that he did know who this boy was. Not in person of course, but from the many photos he'd studied of the school, in order that he could go on his recognizance trips. This was none other than Alexander Hunt, who wasn't just the captain of the rugby, team but also Valleyside House's head boy, which although a mostly honour position these days, still meant it had rather a lot of power so Jordan was going to have to step very carefully.

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't see you."

"I am not surprised the speed you were going. I should report you for that, you know?"

"No please don't." blurted Jordan before he could help himself. He was after all, older than Alex, and slightly taller, and should have just told him to 'fuck off' but, there were other considerations to be taking into account, such as what he was wearing, and where he'd got it from.

"I'm sorry," the fourteen year old repeated.

"So you said, but we will have to see what the headmaster thinks about you riding around, much to fast, showing the school up."

This actually insulted Jordan much more than it should have, as the last thing he wanted to do was show up somewhere he idolized as much as he did. In fact, even without realising it, now he was standing up he was tucking his shirt back into the waistband of his shorts, having already pulled his socks up and straightening his cap which seemed to change Alex's stance towards him slightly, although not perhaps for the better.

"Still I can see you're a good boy really, kid, so I guess I don't have to report you."

Naturally, like any boy caught doing something he shouldn't, Jordan leapt on the chance to get out of the punishment, "Please, I'll do anything."

"Indeed," smiled Alex, folding his arms over his chest, as he relieved the view he'd had just after the crash of the curves of the other boy's bottom, sticking out of the bush, nicely accentuated by the tightness of the shorts he was wearing. "You will have to be taught a lesson about riding around down these lanes, so you don't crash into anyone else."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's one of my duties as head boy to keep you younger tykes in your place, and to punish you when you do wrong and as it happens I was just at the school picking up some thing that will help me do just that."

Jordan watched with slightly wide eyes as the other boy bent down to where he'd dropped the bag he'd been carrying, and after sorting through a selection of books, found what he was looking for, which turned out to be an old man sized slipper.

"You know about the play we're doing for the end of the year show don't you kid?"

Jordan didn't of course, but nodded anyway.

"Well, as head boy I was going to be the headmaster in 'Sam' and get to use this on the lead character, but of course, I'll would have only be pretending, but I've missed too many rehearsals due to my brother, so I've had to pull out, still it would be good to see what it would have been like." As he spoke, Alex, took the slipper by the heel in one hand and gentle slapped the sole into the palm of his other hand, to make his point.

"You can't!" complained Jordan, even as his bottom and private parts tingled at the thought.

"It's either that or the headmaster, your choice?"

It wasn't much of a choice at all and they both knew it, although it would be down to Jordan to admit as much, before Alex could take his plan forward. A plan that he'd actually played out a few times on the younger boys at school, but they'd all been smaller than he was, this boy was his size, which gave what he was about to do a whole knew thrill as he said the words, "Bend over!"

Jordan did as he was asked, not so much because he wanted to be slippered, but more so that he could hide the erection he was getting from the situation he now found himself in. An erection that only got harder when Alex told him to lift up the tails of his blazer so he could get a clear run at his short trousered bottom.

WHOP!

Jordan gasped as Alex swung the slipper down onto his rear.

WHOP!

Gritting his teeth, Jordan, promised himself he wasn't going to squeal. He was going to take this like a proper prep school boy should, even if he wasn't one.

WHOP!

Alex took his time between blows, following the direction he'd been given for the one rehearsal for this scene that he'd managed to make. Making sure to take it in turns on the more than ample buttocks he was presented with, that ironically, looked every bit as full and round, as those he'd had that one practise on. Those had been padded with a foam, while these weren't.

WHOP!

Jordan's bottom wiggled furiously under the impact, which made it and even more appealing target.

WHOP!

WHOP!

The two blows in the row, caused Jordan to give his first yelp and for his fidgeting to increase until Alex had to warn him to keep still before continuing as he'd started. Only more so.

WHOP! WHOP!

WHOP! WHOP!

Suddenly Jordan found himself too winded to cry out as ripples of soreness spread across his bottom, every time he waited for the next swot, during one of the many pauses between the blows that were now coming with a lecture.

"Are you going to go riding your bike so fast in future?"

WHOP!

"No!" replied Jordan, in a gasp, and he meant it too. Next time he was out, he'd go really, really slowly. Assuming he could still on his saddle.

"Good, in that case I guess we're done here?"

Slowly Jordan stood up, gripping his burning bottom in a way that thrust the front of his body forward, that made the bulge in his shorts rather obvious. So obvious in fact, that Alex could hardly miss it.

"Did you enjoy that then, kid?" the head boy smirked having heard more than one tales from the older teachers, of boys that apparently enjoyed being spanked back in the days when those sorts of things were common. Others in the class had laughed and doubted it but not Alex as he, himself liked to hear such stories although he never saw himself as the one being spanked, but the other way around. So it was person experience that he knew there were boys who enjoyed it as some of the younger boys he'd threatened it with, were only too happy to take part, time and again although they'd never admit it. Just as Jordan wasn't about to.

"No!" he said, simply, pulling the front of his blazer across his front.

"Is you bum sore?"

"A little." Jordan could admit that at least.

"Ever been spanked before?"

"No! Never!"

"Shame, as you're bum is perfect for it in those shorts." The final part of that Alex muttered to himself, but the next bit he said out loud, "Why are you wearing your uniform at the weekend anyway, and why with shorts. I didn't think any one out side of reception class wore shorts any more."

It was a question that should have tripped Jordan, but although he couldn't tell the truth that he was wearing it because he wanted to, he did have something he could say, that although not true, was something he'd thought about. "I'm being punished."

Alex's head dropped to one side, "How so?"

What came next was an often used line from nearly all of Jordan's fantasy lives: "I was behaving like a little kid so now I have to dress like one until I can prove I'm a big boy again."

"Really?" Alex's eyes went wide, "So how old are you then? I mean really?"

Jordan told him, and Alex nearly fainted. "Fourteen? No way? I thought you were like, ten or even nine, or something."

The teenager was about to say something else, when another thought came to Alex. "Hang on, if you're fourteen, then you can't go to Valleyside House, so where did you get… hang on, that's the old uniform isn't it… where'd you get that?"

This time Jordan had little option but to lie: "Mum got it somewhere, along with all the other clothes I have to wear."

"Like what?"

"Little kid clothes. Or rather clothes like little kids would have worn back in the old days."

"Such as…!"

Again Jordan shouldn't have kept on with the pretence but he was enjoying having someone to talk to his fantasies about, especially as it was someone he'd never see again, so he just let his imagination run riot.

"Well, when I'm not in my uniform then I have some 'play clothes' which are old style gym shorts, and a t-shirt, both of which are a little small on me, but that just makes me look younger.. or so mum says anyway, and at night I have pyjamas but those also have shorts. In fact I don't have any long trousers at all, except for school of course, as shorts wouldn't be allowed there."

"Which is why you're wearing the old uniform from my school then, I bet." Offered, Alex.

"Exactly."

"But isn't it embarrassing for you to be seen dressed, you know, like a little kid."

"A bit," Jordan shrugged without any real conviction that didn't fool anyone, "But that's part of the punishment, my bedroom can even been seen from this path that runs by our house and I'm not allowed to pull the curtains, even when the light is on, so people can see me all the time."

"Blimey, so you don't have any privacy then?" asked Alex, thinking about the one thing that a boy of twelve, let alone fourteen, requires privacy for.

"No none at all."

"Well that explains why you can't keep that under control, then?" the younger boy laughed, indicating the bulge that was back in the other boy's shorts, as he'd been talking.

Jordan blushed once more, quickly buttoning his blazer even though this didn't really cover the problem leading to Alex to offer a solution he himself sometimes used as, after all there was no other reason to where Lycra cycling shorts, under a rugby kit, if not to prevent the erection caused by all that body contact from becoming noticeable.

"You know a tight pair of pants would help with that."

"I don't have any underwear," blurted Jordan before he corrected himself, "Well I have boxers but they don't work with these shorts, as they show and ruin the entire thing."

"Perhaps you should ask your mum for some, you know, like little kids would wear, before you have someone's eye out. Heck even a nappy would do that?"

"A Nappy," Jordan was astonished by the suggestion, "I couldn't wear a nappy."

"Why not, some kids your age do. Of course, they need to because they wet themselves, but then wouldn't that make you really look young?"

Jordan paused to think about it for a moment, before he dismissed it. "Yeah I guess it would, but can't see that happening."

"Well there are other ways to stop it happening, but doubt you'd want your mum doing those either."

Despite waiting for Alex to expand on what he was saying there was nothing added to that so Jordan had to let it go, which caused the conversation to pretty much fizzle out from there, until the two boys were just standing there, on the old track, not sure what to do next.

Naturally it was down to the head boy to give the lead, and says that he'd better be going as he has to drop off his work at school before going home. Jordan meanwhile has a fair bit of work to do on his bike before he can go home, making him much later than he'd expected to be, which is how come he ended up walking in the back door directly into his mother's demand to know what was going on and why he was dressed the way he was.

For the second time that day, Jordan explained himself, only this time he couldn't say he was being punished and had to tell pretty much the truth that he liked dressing like that, like a little boy.

There followed a rather awkward silence, during which Jordan pretty much expected his mum to be mad, but in reality she wasn't any thing of the sort as like most mothers, she rather missed the nice little boy her son had been back when he'd been in junior school so hearing that he didn't really want to be the surely teenager he'd become wasn't something she was totally opposed to.

It would naturally take some getting used to for both of them, but now the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, Jordan started wearing his shorts around the house, right from the first time his mother mentioned how nice he looked in them. From then on, he didn't wear long trousers at all at home, changing immediately he came home from school into the much smarter uniform of a school he'd never attended.

When his mum asked where he'd got the uniform from, he said it was from a jumble sale which was partly correct as that could well have been where the clothes would have ended up had he not stolen them from the school's lost property first. This lie though soon produced results as his mum started looking out for clothing to suit her teenager, or rather to help make a teenager look less like a teenager, and it wasn't long before Jordan actually had all the sorts of clothes he'd lied to Alex Hunt that he'd had, including numerous pairs of little boy briefs, that were almost in his size – well the size designed for the fattest of nine-year-olds that he could get into.

So it became normal not only for Jordan Brightmore to be dressed like a little boy but for his mum to treat him like one, even going so far as to lay out the clothes he was going to wear, and to decide on what he did, and when he did it, up to, and including, choosing who he could spend time with, just like a good mother should, which is how come he ended up tutoring the son of the women who had called round, apparently unexpectedly but who seemed to know rather a lot about him.

Chapter Three

The day of Jordan's lessons came around fast, by which time the teenager had sort of got used to the idea that it wouldn't be just his mum treating him like a little kid but no doubt Mrs. Hunt would as well. This didn't bother him so much as wondering how Alex would take to it. Sure the twelve year old had seemed fine with it during their encounter on the school track but this was going to be a very different situation. Not least that now Alex knew Jordan's real age so with that in mind Jordan thought it best if he kept Alex away from his mother which is why he was waiting outside his home, when the car pulled up.

"You all ready then?" Alex shouted as he jumped out the passenger door.

"Yeah," replied Jordan picking up the two bags at his feet, "I've get everything in these. My stuff in one and all the study stuff in the other."

"Good, right then guess we'd best get going, so I can dismiss the driver."

For the first time Jordan realised that the figure sitting in the driving seat wasn't Mrs. Hunt, as he'd been expecting, but a uniform driver who wasn't paying them the slightest bit of attention which was just as well as if Jordan had known someone else would have been there he'd have worn clothing more suited to his age, rather than the brown t-shirt with the childish scrawling on the front, the plain shoes, ankle socks, and old style sports shorts that did nothing to hide the full length of his bare legs. Soon though Jordan's mind was thinking about something else entirely.

Having come around the car from the other side, Alex opened up the back door nearest to Jordan, showing him that inside the limo wasn't a regular plush seating but what looked like a extra padded seat, complete with straps coming out from the back, and up the sides.

"Is that a baby seat?" the teenager asked.

"It is."

"But, isn't it a bit on the big side for a baby? I mean it's almost the size of a normal seat and a baby would be lost in that."

"True, but then my brother is a bit bigger than your average baby."

"Your brother," Jordan picked up one of the straps sitting in the car seat, stretching it out, finding it was rather longer than he'd imagined as it was attached to a set of rollers in the back of the seat. "Isn't he the one you've been looking after so much that you've missed school."

Alex shrugged, "Yep that's him. My big brother. The baby."

"And he sits in this seat?"

"He has to or else he fidgets about and could cause problems for the driver which is why the company we get the drivers and cars from insist on him using it."

Sticking his head inside the car, Jordan looked across to the other side, where there was a normal seat. "You don't use one then?"

"No, course not. I'm not a little kid. You on the other hand are!"

Jordan pulled his head back out again, "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice how many seats there were? Just two. One for me and one for my brother, or in this case you."

"You mean I've got to sit in that seat?" Although the question was asked there was more excitement in it than their should have been especially when Jordan next wondered if he would even fit in the chair.

"Why don't you try it?"

The teenager didn't need to be asked twice, and was soon sitting in the seat which just as he'd imagined was soft and warm due to all the padded parts that pressed into not only the rear of his body but all the sides too. The padding having been clearly designed to cushion the person sitting in the seat on all sides.

"You're going to have to be strapped in, if you're going to sit there so lean forward for a moment and put your arms back."

Doing as he was asked, Jordan bent his body forward in the seat, putting his arms back so that Alex could feed them into the shoulder straps, before easing him back in the seat until he was once more sitting against the rear of it. The shoulder straps now came together on Jordan's chest, where they clipped into each other, so they wouldn't drop off his shoulders, keeping the padded pads in place.

"Open up your legs as much as you can." Was the next instruction so that Alex could pull the short, strap up between the teenager's legs. At the end of this was a triangular buckle, into which the bottom corners of the shoulder straps could be attached, forming them into a seat belt, which they did with a couple of loud clicks.

"How's that feel?" Jordan was asked, but he could only mumble something in reply as he wasn't sure how he was feeling. It should have been embarrassing for a teenager to be strapped into an oversized baby seat but it wasn't it was exciting. So exciting that it was a good thing the buckle now rested on his lap, as the small shorts he was wearing did little to hide his erection.

Thankfully Alex didn't hang around to see what Jordan thought, as he closed the door with a bang, before picking up a bag, which he then deposited in the book of the car, on the way around to the other side where he got in himself, put on his regular seat belt and pressed the button to inform the driver to begin the journey.

The windows of the car were tinted, allowing Jordan to relax given that no one could see in, even though it also meant he couldn't see out either, not that he could have done anything about either of those things anyway, as he was very firmly strapped into the seat.

"So what's it like then?" asked Alex once they were underway. "Do you like the seat?"

"Yeah," came the reply almost instantly.

"Thought you would, and you look rather cute like that, strapped in with your bare legs, making sure you're a well behaved little boy."

It was an odd thing for a twelve year old to say, but then Alex was clearly slightly odd himself, while the situation was, very odd, so Jordan didn't think that much about it, as he was still enjoying the sensation of being pinned down to the seat, where indeed he couldn't move the main part of his body at all, even though his arms and legs were still free which was a really, really strange, and yet exciting experience.

The journey didn't take that long, so it wasn't all that long before the car was once more pulling up in front of a house, only this house was several times larger than the previous one, the sight of which took Jordan's breath away a little bit when he spotted it through the open door left when Alex clambered out, leaving him where he was.

After waiting for a moment, Jordan decided to get himself out of the chair, and attempted to press the big red button set into the front of the triangular buckle, only he couldn't make it press it hard enough. The angle was just wrong for him to be able to put enough pressure to get the buckle to release the shoulder straps, or the waist belt, or the strap up between his legs. He was stuck.

"Need some help?" Alex's dark head of hair suddenly appeared in the open doorway.

"Yes."

Alex's head tilted to one side, "'Yes' what?"

"Yes please!"

"That's better," the younger boy reached across the seat he'd been sitting in, brushed Jordan's hands away from the buckle before releasing it with a simple fluid movement, that allowed the buckle to come apart with a click and an explanation, "It's designed so the wearer can't release it as they're be no point putting it on if they could just take it off, would there? Still you liked it didn't you?"

"Yeah," Alex took a quick look down at his shorts, where his erection was only slightly visible, making him blush but which he soon forgot about when Alex told him that he'd love some of the other things they had for his brother, but didn't expand any further allowing the teenager's mind to go in all sort of directions.

"Here we are then. Home sweet home." Alex announced once the two boys were inside the house. Deep inside the house as Jordan had been lead through the main hall, and down several corridors and up a number of stairs until they'd arrived at the room they were now in which was clearly Alex's own domain.

"Rules here are simple," the younger lad said, "It's my house so you do what I say. Simple as that."

Jordan couldn't really argue with this as it is exactly what his own mother had told him before he'd left home. All the same he managed to mutter something about how it was his job to get Alex up to speed with his homework. To which the other boy told him to get set up, while he sorted out the drinks.

The book bag, Jordan had bought with him was sitting on the nearby table, so that's where the boys were clearly going to work as two chairs were pulled up along side it, in the largest room of this suite of rooms. To one side was a lounge area, with sofas facing a TV, while on the other was a small open plan kitchen, and beyond a series of doors that, presumable went off to bedrooms, or for all Jordan knew, to even more parts of the seemingly endless house.

Alex returned to the table with two open cans of drink which he set down to either side of the work area, so they could both sip out of the cans while they got down to work which they soon did. There was, however, a small fault with Jordan's can. One that didn't become apparent until he first tipped the can to his mouth to drink. The very moment he did that the liquid inside found the set of small holes that had been injected around the rim, spilling out, not just onto the teenager's t-shirt, but right down into his lap and onto his shorts.

"Crap that's going to stain," Alex leapt out of his seat, "Quick lets get you something else to wear."

It was at this point that Jordan realised he hadn't seen his other bag anywhere, the one with his clothes in, but he didn't get the chance to ask, as Alex had already disappeared behind one of the nearby doorways, and with the soda becoming rather sticky and uncomfortable, Jordan had very little choice but to follow him into the corridor that lay beyond.

"I'm just getting something from my room, in case I need it." Alex shouted from behind one of the two closed doors that lay at opposite each other and the end of the corridor. Jordan naturally had questions about this but they all went completely from his mind when he saw just what it was that Alex had fetched. A paddle.

A slightly giggle slipped from Alex's mouth when he saw the way the other boy was staring at the paddle, so he gave a theatrical, swing that bought the paddle through the air in the general direction of Jordan's rear. Or it would have, had the long legged teenager no leapt out of the way.

"Relax," laughed Alex, "I'm not going to use this unless I really have to, as we know it's the only thing you understand to get you to behave. Anyway, let's go in here."

The two boys entered the room on the other side, and once more Jordan was struck dumb by what he found which was clearly a baby's nursery from the large crib in the corner to the cartoon characters on the walls. Along one wall was a large flat table with a white strap dangling from one side. There was an old fashioned wooden rocking horse in another corner, while the shelves against another wall were stacked with nappies, and other items that only a baby could want.

Without another word, Alex set the paddle down on the side, of the large table, and waited for Jordan's brain to process everything he was seeing which culminated in the question: "Why are we in here?"

"To get you something of my brother's to wear?"

"But I thought your brother was my age. This stuff's for a baby?"

"He is, and it is, but it is his room, as since his accidents he's been a baby all the time and, probably always will be."

"But," Jordan took another look around, particularly at the clothing on display, "But there's nothing in here I can wear."

"Course there is, and anyway, don't you think it's rather fitting."

"How so?"

"Well you've wet your shorts, so what else what you wear but a nappy."

Jordan was stunned which was just what Alex had hoped would happen as it gave him the perfect chance to reach over, grabbed the bottom of the other boy's t-shirt and lift it up over his head. An action Jordan actually complied with by raising his arms until the cool air hitting his bare stomach, reminded him what was being proposed. "A what?"

"It'll be fine," Alex reassured him, "No one will know, as there's only me and you here, plus you like dressing up like a little kid don't you so I thought this would be right up your street. Of course you could just stay in those sticky shorts all weekend, or you could jump up on this table instead so I can take your shoes off.. Your choice."

Going by the option of one thing at a time, Jordan eased himself up on to the waist high table, with the reasoning that there didn't seem to be any other chairs around, and while he was fully capable of taking off his own shoes, he allowed the other boy to do it, without once realising that his shoes hadn't been affected by the soda spill at all.

When the shoes and the ankle socks were removed, Alex gently picked up the other boys legs, raising them into the air until Jordan had little choice but to lay down on the table. Only the table wasn't quite long enough, so he had to scoot down it a bit, until his head could rest on the edge, this though left his rear end hanging slightly over the end which was a bit of a balancing act, but did make it much easier for Alex to do what he did next. Much easier.

There was a slight tugging at Jordan's waist, and then before he could do anything about it not just his shorts but the briefs he wore underneath them were drawn down to his ankles, leaving him totally bare.

Instantly Jordan attempted to sit up to cover himself, but a firm hand on his chest, soon pushed him back down again, while the boy's other hand picked up the wide strap dangling at the side of the table, pulled it across his chest and fastened it on the other side until he was held down.

"Let me up!" Jordan cried out, using his hands to feel along the strap for the release, but he couldn't find it as it was actually under the table he was now struggling to get off.

"Keep still!" finally Alex had to resort to the one thing he knew would get the other boy to lay still, as he reached between Jordan's legs and grabbed hold of his privates parts which he squeezed hard enough to get the result he wanted. "If you don't keep still, I'll paddle you so hard that you'll spend the week crying like a little baby, understand."

Oddly it wasn't the threats which caused all the fight to go out of the fourteen year old, not was it the pain from the way his private parts were being held although it was connected to that region of his body. The region that was starting to harden up.

"Ah so you like this do you Jordy," Alex's hand ran up and down the smooth shaft, as the teenager went bright red from the shoulders to the top of his head, while his eyes screwed shut so he couldn't see what was happening, and his bit his lower lip as he tried not to moan.

"This is the best way to calm my brother down too, not that I've ever told mum and dad that of course," explained Alex while he reached under the table for a single rubber glove that he slipped onto his hand with remarkable, and very clearly practised skill. "I know all about how to take care of big baby boys."

As he spoke this last sentence Alex's gloved hand traced a line down between Jordan's legs from the underside of his private parts, that caused him spread his legs a little more until Alex had full access to everything that lay between them. This wasn't just the boy himself but the small shelves built into the table, from which he was able to remove a small pot, of white bullet shaped objects.

"Now remember you'd best not come unless I say you can or else I'll have to paddle you like a naughty little boy."

Alex's voice had taken on a tone not dissimilar from the one he'd used in the school lane, only more so. Now it was no longer like he was talking to a boy three or four years younger than him, but more like one who was nearly ten years younger. Yet, even though this embarrassed Jordan, there was nothing he could do about it as he was doing all he could not to ejaculate.

Meanwhile, Alex's hand has slipped under Jordan, forcing his bottom a little higher into the air, so he could move the small white bullet shaped object between Jordan's buttocks, and in particular his anus. Once there, and with no warning at all, he pushed both the object and most of his finger inside the other boy.

As the long slender finger drove the pull into Jordan's rectum, the teenager's mouth fell over, as his body arched up against the strap holding him to the table and which continued to hold him to the table, even while he whimpered and squirmed.

A strange strangled gasp escaped from Jordan's opened mouth, given Alex just enough warning to step backwards as Jordan's steel like erection twisted and jerked on it's own, shooting a long line of cum up across his belly, as the finger continued to move inside him.

"Who's a naughty boy then, wetting himself all over again? Guess you need that nappy after all." teased Alex, as Jordan kept his back arched against the finger inside him, but other wise laying there gasping as he struggled to get his breath back again.

Finally the finger was removed from Jordan's bottom, but only so Alex could once more pick up both of the older boy's ankles, pushing them back over his head ,until his buttocks were raised up from the changing table, so a nappy could be placed underneath him. Then putting his legs back down again so he was sitting on the nappy, Alex picked up a bottle of baby powder with which he started to sprinkle the soft white powder over the teenager's private parts. "Don't want to get a rash do you?"

Jordan's legs were still spread around the boy standing between them so it was an easy task for Alex to pull up the front of the nappy, all the same Alex took the time to tuck the spent private parts downward, before he fastened the disposable nappy with the provide twin tapes over either hip.

The nappy fit the fourteen your old perfect, just as Alex had hopped it would but then it had been bought for his brother who was much the same size as Jordan, and although Alex had been putting them on his brother for as long as he could remember this was something else, as he'd sort of guessed that Jordan would like wearing them, which the erection had sort of proved. What Alex hadn't expected was just how excited he himself would get putting it on the older boy, so even though he'd originally thought of doing little more than this, as a sort of trick, he was now wondering just how far he could push it.

"Tell you what," he said, making it up as he went along, "We can't leave you running around in just a nappy, so how about you getting ready for bed."

Jordan, looked to the side where he'd earlier seen a large cartoon faced clock on the wall. It wasn't even six in the evening yet, so he really wasn't expecting to go to bed any time soon, but he didn't want to be sitting around in a nappy either. However, if he expected Alex to take the nappy off, so he could put on his pyjamas, he was sadly mistaken.

For the next couple of minutes Alex turned his attention to the cupboards along the wall, leaving Jordan where he was, strapped to a table in a nursery, wearing a nappy. A nappy that would rustle with every movement he made, causing him to blush even more. A blush that deepened considerable when Alex found what he'd been looking for. An all in one sleep suit, complete with feet.

"These should fit you perfectly." Alex said, to Jordan's mortified face. Not that the letter was having any choice in the matter as the younger boy just opened up the sleeper, grabbed Jordan's left foot and slowly started to slide the sleeper up one leg and then the other one.

"Lift your bum up, like a good little boy."

Doing as he was told, Jordan lifted the nappy covering his rear up from the table, to allow the footed sleeper to be pulled up to his waist.

At this point Alex had no option but to undo the strap holding Jordan to the table which, if the teenager was going to fight back, this would be the time he did so but Alex was fairly sure that he wouldn't and sure enough Jordan didn't. He just continued to lay there as first one arm and then the other was fed into the sleeper, which at least covered up the nappy.

The zipper on the sleeper ran up the back, so Jordan had to climb down from the table, so this could be pulled up to the collar, where the zipper tab could be clipped into place, under a small strap, the sole purpose of which was to prevent the wearer from being able to take off the all in one sleep suit.

"Right then, that's you done, now let's get back to work."

Alex sent Jordan back towards the work area, with a pat to his heavily padded bottom, which made it rustle even more, not that it wasn't obvious he was wearing a nappy anyway, as even though it was covered up by the sleeper, the size and shape of it was perfectly clear through the thin material. The sleeper having been fitted with several elasticated bands not just around the ankles and wrists, but also around the waist, with ensure that it clung to the body and, also, whatever was worn underneath. Like a nappy.

Jordan meanwhile was unaware just how obvious the nappy was on him, but he was only too aware of how much it was making him waddle, due to the extra padding between his legs, and if that wasn't enough the soft material kept brushing against his private parts, which kept giving him a particular erection. Then there was the tightness of the leg openings around his thighs, that kept riding up, adding to the waddle that he knew must have been making him look even younger which of course was something he liked.

When the two boys were back sitting at the table, everything appeared to return to normal as the two boys got down to work, and Jordan did his best to forget what he was wearing, as he walked Alex through the various problems the other boy was having with his schoolwork. Every now and again Jordan's belly would cramp a bit but it wasn't something that put him off what he was doing all that much.

The End