Josh walked through his front door, tossed his keys on the bench and collapsed on his couch. The weekend was FINALLY here. He sighed as he kicked off his heavy work boots. He intended to go out and have a drink, but most of all, he was looking forward to not having to deal with Jason for 2 glorious days. He ground his teeth as he thought of the misery that Josh made his life. He was his boss at work and he loved to make Josh’s life a living hell. He worked cleaning out fuel tankers. Due to the highly toxic nature of the inside of the tankers, this meant working in hazmat suits… and this meant that Jason had a thousand different ways to make his life hell. The worst was when he had closed him into the inside of tanker for about 5 hours. The fear had worn off quickly but the forced confinement had been torture. The next worst was when he had put superglue on the zips of Josh’s suit, and the suits were so expensive that Josh had to wait until a superglue remover was brought to the site, much to the amusement of everyone else. He felt himself blush in humiliation at the memory that he had messed himself in the suit after so many hours of captivity. He figured he wouldn’t think of Jason anymore. He shifted on the couch reaching for the remote and then froze. Did he just hear a weird crinkling noise? Curious, he lifted the couch cushion but there was nothing under it… weird. He watched some TV and then decided to head to bed. As he walked to his bedroom he passed the second bedroom, and stopped for a second. “No, that’s not right. It’s only in a one-bedroom place. That door was just a cupboard – weird,” he thought.
The weekend passed too fast and in no time, he was back at work where he was subjected to Jason’s bullying once again. It all reached a peak on Thursday, where he had got out of his suit and grabbed his water bottle and took a mouthful but spat – it had been filled with piss. Jason had been talking with a few other workmates nearby and in hindsight he should have realized they were all watching him. He had thrown the bottle down and lost his temper, “Keep it up Jason, and I’ll quit!” Jason had given him a weird look, like he was surprised, and then smiled. “Wow yea you’re right, I can’t lose you Joshy. Take the rest of the week off, let me know what your decision is on Monday.”
Josh stormed off, more than anything he hated being called Joshy, but at least he got permission to leave. He got in his car with a squish. He paused in confusion, wait why did he think he felt a squishing sensation? He shook his head, remembered his anger directed at his boss, and drove himself home. He walked in and slammed the door. His eyes went straight to the door of his second bedroom, wait what? He heard a knock on the door, he turned to open it, his mind still fixated on the fact that he had forgotten he had a second bedroom, he opened the door and Jason stood there. Before Josh could say a word Jason spoke, “Why don’t you be a good boy and go to sleep now?” and then there was only blackness.
Josh jerked awake and realised that he couldn’t move a muscle. Like every time, he turned his head, the only thing he could ever move, and he could see that the second bedroom door was open. Oh no! Dammit!! If he had just checked the door he would have never opened it, and then maybe the hypno triggers would have worn off. It was happening faster and faster. He strained his neck to look down. He had already been stripped, only his diaper was left on. Goddamn it!!! How could he forget that he wore a diaper every day, and worse than that, that he changed it each morning in front of everybody! After he had messed himself in the suit Jason had put that trigger on him, he had rocked up to work and each day and pulled a diaper out of his locker and while everyone watched and sniggered. He put on a diaper like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jason came out of the second bedroom wheeling the wheelchair in front of him. Josh started pleading straight away, “please Jason, not the bear, just re-do the triggers, please! Hell, add a new one that makes me like your piss, just please, not the bear!” Jason leaned down and put a finger on Josh’s lips and he fell silent, unable to talk as yet ANOTHER trigger kicked in and overrode what he thought he could control. Jason picked up Josh’s limp body and placed him in the wheelchair. He wheeled him into the second bedroom that he was forced to think of as a cupboard. All the boy could think of was “not the bear!” “Not from a Thursday…” Jason picked him up and carried him over to the table. “You are fighting this more and more Joshy, I guess I can only keep this up for a little while longer ‘til we will have to find a more permanent solution” He wheeled him up to the table and picked him up and placed him on it. He picked up Josh’s wrist and folded his arm till his wrist was on his shoulder, and then started to wrap the arm from the wrist down with duct tape, Josh felt a tear well in his eye, this had been going on for 6 months now: his own personal hell that he woke up from infrequently, and still all he could think in his head was, “not the bear.”
Jason whistled a happy little tune as he grabbed Josh’s other arm and bent it back and taped it like that as well, “Ah well, 4 happy days for you to let all the triggers sink in, then we can go back to how it is, you wearing your diaper under your suit while you clean those tanks, bit of a change from your old job as an investment banker hey? And I love all the rent that you pay me for this place that YOU own.” He had both of Josh’s arms tapped back on themselves now as he moved down to Josh’s legs. He bent Josh’s leg right back until his ankle was touching his butt and started to tape from the ankle down to the knee. Josh felt a dull thud as the silence trigger slipped and he immediately started pleading again, “Please Jason, you can keep this place! I will sign it over to you! Just let me go and please, please, not the bear.” Jason reached up and put his finger on Josh’s lips again causing the silence trigger to kick in with full force, “You are shaking that one off fast, best get this started sooner rather than later.” He repeated the same process with Josh’s last leg, and went over to the cupboard in the corner, Josh’s eyes tracked his movement with dread, and then Jason opened the cupboard and there is was, the bear.
Jason pulled the zip up to the top and attached the padlock preventing it from being unzipped before it was time, he stepped back and grinned, The giant teddybear suit moved slightly as Josh started to fight his movement trigger. The inside of the suit was lined with rubber. He would already be sweating in there with his legs and arms folded back and stunted to fit inside the arms and legs of the teddybear suit. Jason picked him up and placed him over in the corner with the rest of the toys, He patted the head of the teddy, ruffling its ears. Already the headphones would be repeating all the triggers to keep Josh as a submissive little diaper wearing guy who wouldn’t stand up against being bullied. Already the bear was starting to cease all movement. The mouth of the bear could be opened to feed and water Josh. The boss kicked back on the couch; he wished he hadn’t taken Josh’s big screen TV for himself if he was going to be here all weekend. He figured he could get about 4 more months out of him before he had to move him to onto Plan B. His phone beeped and he smiled as he read the message, “Hey Boss, you’re right.. Running a company all day is stressful, some hypno triggers would be awesome.”
In the forgotten second bedroom the bear had already stopped struggling.
