The brat and the retraining program (Private with Fluffybuttwannabe)

[Crinkly Havoc]

Nick was a severely troubled fifteen year old who's adolescent years were escalating him further and further into a life of petty crime and vandalism. But he had been caught in the act of quite a few infractions against the law which led him to his current predicament. The young teen was handcuffed in the back of a police car which was transporting him to his new home.

Ordered by the judge Nick was to spend four years in foster care as a part of a new rehabilitation program, a program which many details were not divulged to him to keep him in the dark. Of course he was not happy about it, but he thought he was tough and kept a scowl on his face rather than cry like a softer fourteen year old would.
"This stupid program isn't gonna work" Nick snorted and kicked the seat in front of him, not caring a cop was sitting in it.

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

The cop in the front seat only smirked, knowing that once the kid went through the program, he wasn't going to be doing that anymore. They parked in front of a normal looking home in the suburbs. Both cops then got out, holding Nick up by the shoulders and carrying him to the door. Knocking on it, they waited a few minutes before a dirty blond haired, 22-year old answered it. "Hello, Oh, you must be Nick," He said with a smile, opening the door wide. "You can just set him on the couch, thanks," He told the cops.

Following them in, James smiled as he shut the door behind them, watching as they placed Nick down on the couch and undid his handcuffs. One then held him down, as the other put a collar around his neck. He then handed James a remote and said, "If you have any trouble with him, you know what to do."

"Thanks, but I'm sure we'll be fine, right Nick," James asked, looking down at the young teen with a gentle, calming smile.

[Crinkly Havoc]

Nick gave the dirty blond guy a sneer upon seeing him for the first time, although he was surprised the guy was quite young to run a foster home. He had made up his mind to keep his tough demeanor and simply huffed as he was taken to the couch and made to sit down.
The delinquent wore a black shirt with the logo of a heavy metal band and baggy blue jeans with rips and tattered at the bottoms, his hair was dark brown and parted in the middle, the length just below his ear lobes.

Nick was looking around the room when suddenly he was startled to find himself pinned down as a collar was fastened around his neck, making his eyes go wide as he tried to thrash and hit at them "Wha-what the hell is this bullshit?! Get it OFF!"

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

The living room was painted green and had a matching colored couch and chair. Nick could see a kitchen table in the back, as well as a hint of a kitchen in the door behind it. By the front door was a set of stairs, leading up into the second floor.

"Fraid not," James said with a smile as the police officers began to leave. "I'll call you guys if I need you," He said, waving them off. He then turned to Nick and said, "And that collar isn't going to come off, until you prove to me that you know how to behave. Once you do that, and settle down, then I'll consider it," He said with a smile. He then asked, "So, your name's Nick right? Well, my name is James, and I hope that you'll eventually come to look at me like your brother. But for now, we need to get you properly dressed. Now, follow me upstairs to your room," He ordered, standing up and heading to the stairs.

[Crinkly Havoc]

The sneer never left his face as he sat on the couch and heard James introduce himself while telling him the things he certainly so far didn't agree with "Psh, big brother my ass." Nick snorted and he was not moving from the couch, even as james began to ascend the stairs. No, it was more up Nick's alley to sit there and stew in his anger with arms folded.

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

Sighing, James said, "I really didn't want to have to do this so early, but I'll give you a chance to obey. Come up the stairs now, or that collar you have on will give you a little zap. Don't make me do it, I really don't want to have to. Or, I could always come down and forcibly pick you up and take you upstairs. Your choice. Come willingly, or ask me to carry you. Or stew and stay silent, and get a punishment."

[Crinkly Havoc]

Nick's cheeks puffed out briefly as he blew air up at his bangs. The young teenager just continued to sit and not say a word to this James guy. There was no way he was going to just cave and go along so easily. Instead he reached for the t.v remote "Shut it. It's 5 o clock and Adventure time is on" Oh he had much learning ahead of him

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

"Fraid that isn't what I asked," He said with a growl, pushing a button on the remote causing the collar Nick was wearing to send a small shock straight to Nick's system. Taking advantage, he walked downstairs and picked the small teen up, holding onto him tightly, like a baby, he began to walk up the stairs. "You've got a lot of learning to do," He said with a smile.

[Crinkly Havoc]

"OOOOWWW!" Nick hollered and grabbed his neck in pain, the shock not giving the brat a chance to even fight being picked up and carried by the older male. "Agh, that hurt you jerk!" He started to struggle as they were half way up the stairs since the shock wore off by then "Lemme go, I'm not a little kid!"

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

He smiled, still holding tightly and said, "They didn't tell you what the point of this program was did they? I'll save you the shock of when we get to your room. Basically, for the next four years, your back to being one-years old. You will be treated like a baby, only allowed to watch age appropriate television, not allowed to use the toilet, and won't be allowed outside without supervision. All those freedoms you used to enjoy are gone, so get used to it."

He then opened the door to his bedroom, revealing a room that looked like a nursery, with a few exceptions. First, we had the standard changing table, with diaper genie next to it, and a giant supply of diapers resting on a shelf above it, as well as baby powder and lotion. Also, instead of a bed, he had a large crib. His dresser seemed normal on the outside, but was actually filled with babyish clothing. He had a mobile above his crib, and a toy chest next to it. By his crib was a large recliner, and in the corner was a regular desk and chair. All of the room was painted white, and made to seem calming. "Before you ask, the desk is so you can still do homework and schoolwork." He explained to the likely stunned child in his arms.