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Subject: {ASSM} Caring for Baby Bobby (m/F nc)
Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2003 20:10:03 -0400
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I was dozing in the small bed in the early afternoon. My diaper
was sopping wet around me. It was growing cold next to my skin. I
started to fuss. The babysitter came over to me. She smiled she
knew it was time for more fun with me. I was picked up and moved
onto the hard changing table where she could have more control
over me, watch me closer. My blanket was slipped away as was my
sleep wear so I was just in a vest and diaper. She unpinned the
diaper and folded it back, rolling it down as she lifted my legs
up high over my chest. She pulled the diaper out from under me.
Separating my legs she could look at my infant genitals. They
were real small and pale. She brought my legs up high again,
folding them at the knees. Now she could see my anus. It peeped
out between my fleshy cheeks.

I felt the free air and warm sunlight across my genitals. My
little penis struggled up into a baby erection barely an inch in
length. She spread my legs wider to allow the erection to wobble
and bob free from my thighs. My scrotum hung down loose, heavy
with swollen testes, out of proportion to the small penis.  When
it stood up stiff it showed the head was completely covered in a
sleeve foreskin allowing just part of the penal head to show
through the folds of puckered skin.

I shiver as the urge to empty my bladder passes through me. Urine
starts with a few hesitant drops but continues into a full flow.
My foreskin traps the force of the stream, letting the pale
liquid flow unevenly out and down my erection, down the back of
my thighs and into the fold of towels on the changing table.

My legs are spread wider and wider as I urinate, so that every
detail can be seen and as if to urge me to continue to pee.

As the flow slows down to dribbles, my erection collapses,
slumping over to the left. My legs are lowered to the table top
but positioned wide apart. The babysitter reaches for a tin of
vaseline, putting a large amount on her index finger. She flexes
my knees so that my feet touch sole to sole while the legs lie on
the counter. This position separates my cheeks again, getting the
anus to show. She slowly presses her finger tip to the anus,
pressing it smoothing until the whole finger is inside my rectum.
She rotates it around, lets it glide over the sensitive tissue
deep in me. She's seeing if I need a bowel movement.

I feel the pressure and then feel myself being filled by her
finger. My penis immediately erects again, sticking up, straining
in its foreskin as the finger revolves inside me.

She smiles as she sees my involuntary reaction. She searches
carefully for the small spot where she knows I have my immature
prostate. She uses extra finger pressure on it. She does not find
enough in my rectum for a bowel movement but before she removes
the finger she rubs everything inside once more as if to loosen
me up. She reaches especially deep now, letting the finger tip
probe as high up as she can press. Them the finger comes out in
smooth unhurried glide leaving my anus slick with a mix including
vaseline and mucus from my rectum.

I have been trained to lie perfectly still on the changing table
so no matter how invasive or uncomfortable or long the
examination, I lie with my legs open and my arms out.  Anytime I
squirmed or tried to roll away, my legs were taken up and short
stinging slaps administered to my spread behind, instantly making
me cry. By now I docilely accept anything done to my rectum and
genitals.

My babysitter knows from experience that after a thorough rectal
rubbing my penis has developed a strong erection that will last
throughout the rest of the changing play. She prepares hot soapy
water and the necessary cloth items for my bath.

I am placed on rubber sheeting and warm water is sluiced over my
behind and genitals. She next works up a soapy lather over her
hands and then she puts her hands in my groins rubbing everything
especially my erection in her soapy fingers. She separates out
all folds and creases soaping me up. I am rolled onto my side so
a soapy finger can slip in and out of my anus, causing a lot of
stinging sensations. These are to induce me to a bowel movement
if possible but otherwise to keep the anus inflamed and very
sensitive for the vaseline rubbing. I am rolled onto my back
again and my legs spread flat to the counter. In this position my
pendent scrotum is very vulnerable. She uses her soapy finger
tips to rub the testes around in the loose sack, applying
pressure first at the margins and then at the center crease,
finishing with light pressure in rubbing them against my groin.
This activity keeps the testes large and full of fluid. My diaper
is also kept very tight so the scrotum is continually pressed
against my body and feels the friction every time I set up or
crawl or kick my legs. But the most careful attention is put on
my infant penis. It is stroked inside soapy fingers, rubbing it
from base to tip. It is put carefully into a soaped fist to first
squeeze and than jack it vigorously. Its usual pale color flushes
to a bright pink. The foreskin stretches tight across the head,
trapping it.

Once I have been sufficiently soaped, I am sluiced with clear
warm water, picked up to be patted dry in toweling before being
laid down on a fresh towel for handling in earnest. All that had
happened so far was just preparation for the manipulations to
follow. The session would be gradual and slow, every response in
me would be observed and carefully remembered so as to develop
and exploit areas of increased sensitivity. There was no
possibility that she would be discovered. I was delivered to her
for the full day. My father would not be back to pick me up until
early evening. She lived in a rear apartment with no windows on
the street. No passersby would have even seen an entry door. She
had endless hours to examine and experiment with me. And this was
possible day after day for weeks and now months.

I'm sure she did not start with the intention of developing my
sexual responses. It was just an accident. I was the first child
she had cared for. My mother's illness more or less pressed her,
our tenant, to do the work in response to an emergency. As the
illness dragged on, the care became routine.  At some point in
all this novel contact she enjoyed handling and looking at my
genitals. It might have just been something cute to her. At some
point I would have shown a pleasure reaction. She would have
wanted to try to get that response from me again. She would have
experimented to see what particular handling seemed to provide a
quicker and a stronger reaction from me. Once this interest
became a regular pastime she indulged herself any number of times
each day to it.

"What's the matter? Bobby have a sore poopoo?" she crooned as
lifted my legs way high, separating my pink cheeks with eager
fingers.

My anus was flattened to a broad red disk.

"Oh. Here's some rash and here too," she answered herself. "Well
I know how to make it all feel better."

She reached for a heavy tin of greasy vaseline, scooping up a
large dab on her finger tip. She lavished it on the presented
hole, smoothing it across the puckered tissue, watching it ooze
into all the creases and folds. Once the area is completely
shimmering in the thick oil she begins lightly fingering into the
anus, letting a finger tip ease just inside the ring, withdrawing
it and inserting it again.

I become agitated due to the rubbing of the inflamed surface,
still smarting from the recent soaping.

"Oh a naughty Bobby. No. No. No," she exclaims with a stinging
slaps on my upturned behind. Each hit is calculated to have the
fingers graze the outer rim of the anus causing it to redden even
more.

After a few ineffectual cries, I am sufficiently bullied to be
totally compliant to all her manipulation regardless of the
discomfort.

Realizing she has established "who's boss" with me, she relents,
saying "Well now, I'm sure I won't have to do that again. Just be
still while I get you all fixed up."

I smile up at her.

She takes this as my consent to begin the serious attention to my
special areas.

My legs are folded practically double over my chest spreading the
cheeks until the anus is totally revealed. Holding my legs in the
position with one are, she can let her inquisitive finger resume.
This time the index finger is introduced in a long smooth stroke
until it completely fills the rectum. Her hand is pressed firmly
against the spread cheeks before she allows the finger to wiggle
and tickle at the deepest extent she can reach.

She sees me smile again.

"Oh you'll grow up a homosexual for sure, won't you?"

Uncomprehending, I smile the more at her.

She laughs at my seeming agreement.

She slowly withdraws the finger keeping it busy rubbing it around
and around. Once withdrawn, she loads it up again with additional
vaseline and reinserts it. She does this several more times,
packing vaseline inside me. Throughout the remainder of the
changing session the warm vaseline dribbles out through my slack
anus. She makes sure the anus is slack by finger spreading it to
see if it gaps nicely. It does. Should it not, well more
fingering is called for.

It goes without saying that when she looks at my oozing anus, she
also confirms that my penis is at complete erection as it should
be. Her months of sexual training of me brings consistent
results. And knowing my bladder needs and my reactions to the
rectal rub, she anticipates my next activity. Urination.

 Out of the tip of the stiffened penis I begin to dribble amber
drops. She has continually plied me with bottle after bottle of
milk or juice so as to keep me urinating frequently. The rectal
packing with vaseline allowed her constantly to rub over the
expanding bladder until the inevitable.

Before a full stream of urine can spurt from me she places her
lips lightly over the tip of my penis allowing my hot baby urine
to flow into her mouth. She can take barely a couple swallows
before I run dry. She greedily sucks lightly to catch the last
drops that might be clinging to my foreskin.

"Oh good baby. Good baby. Bobby went weewee."

I grin back at her, I know I've done a good thing.

"Well baby needs a treatment to keep him healthy and happy,
doesn't he?" she asked knowing I'd grin up at her.

So that there is no chance I'll interfere with her careful
attentions, I am bound into position with spare toweling. My arms
are flexed and put at my chest with a single towel wrapped
tightly around them. I cannot move either hand down to protect my
diaper area. Other towels are used on my legs, one each so that
the thigh and lower leg are wrapped tight together with both legs
then separated as far as possible. This gives her complete view
and access to my genitals and parted anus.

My penis is still stiff from the recent handling, my scrotum
danging in loose folds above the red disk she has so recently
fingered.

With skilled and practiced fingers she grasps my penis below the
bulging glans to slowly withdraw the sleeve of foreskin down to
the stubby base. The skin requires more and more tension to roll
back over the head.

I start to fuss at the discomfort.

"Oh Bobby has a sore peepee. Don't cry. I'll make it allbetter."

With a little more pressure the foreskin snaps back from the
small fleshy nub, revealing a bald pink tip with a sharp edge of
the corona. She continues to work the foreskin down until it is
completely smooth to the shaft, the tie a thin vee under the pee
slit.

During her beginning care of me she had spent weeks forcing my
foreskin to peel from the glans, causing me to cry. She would
work the skin free using two hands, taking the edge of the skin
in her thumb and finger and pulling it until I started resisting.
She'd give my behind several hard smacks to teach me to lie still
and go back to working the skin loose. By now the skin was
elastic enough to retract smoothly with steady pressure though it
still was uncomfortable for me.

Keeping the skin tightly in place she takes a cotton swab
drenched in baby oil to blot the surface of the penis, covering
it in a shimmering oily sheen before releasing the skin to slowly
edge upward covering most of the glans. She steadies the stiff
penis in her fingers while dripping more baby oil onto the
exposed section of the head, allowing the clear liquid to pool
under the cupped foreskin. The oil continues dripping until it
runs down the shaft of the penis over the parted scrotum and into
the deep crease of the anus, until every sensitive place is well
covered.

"There baby isn't sore any more. But I have to work the medicine
in so baby gets well."

Both her hands roam over my diaper area as she smears the oil
evenly everywhere. She slips a finger to the second knuckle into
my anus to confirm it is still slack for the earlier rubbing and
that the vaseline is freely oozing out. Next she lets her fingers
trail up and down my genital package, making sure my scrotum
contents are rolled lightly against my groin. When my scrotum
begins to tighten from the stimulation, she carefully works it
loose again so it tangles the better to rub my testes. All the
while she is stroking my baby erection up and down. If my glans
comes out too far she works the skin back to recap it allowing
all the oil there to keep it well lubricated.

After a while she develops an obvious masturbation of my penis,
jacking the foreskin up and off the head. The penis becomes very
rigid and takes on a heady blush under the manipulation.

Before I progress too far, she recaps the penis and focuses on my
anus and rectum. First she brushes a finger tip across the split
opening, teasing the ring as it loosens under the pressure and
then contracts afterward. Soon she is introducing just the tip of
the finger to flatten the ring, letting it open easily after she
withdraws. Then she presses the finger deep inside to rub the
rectal interior completely confirming the extra tension that has
built up around my infant prostate.

Her other hand is reworking my scrotum, lightly pinching the skin
between fingertips until the whole sac wrinkles and tightens up
into a single hard lump. Intermittently she rolls the testes as
they become less free, until she can only put light pressure
against them when the seat into place. Once this happens she can
proceed with the manipulation of my erection.

When she was just learning how to play with me, she was most
interested in seeing if I could be forced to orgasm, even
ejaculation. But it seemed for a while that could not happen. She
tired more and more activities on me to see which would be
irresistible to my body requiring me to come despite my
innocence. Once my foreskin could be held back in place to the
shaft she was able to attend to the little red glans and rub the
flange and deep ridge around it. This brought me seemingly very
close to orgasm but she could not trigger it before I became too
sore to handle there. Week after week she masturbated me but
could not succeed in getting me to surrender to her. It was only
after all these sessions had built up tension in my little body
that she accidentally discovered what she knew was my fatal
weakness, anal stimulation.

By sheer chance as she was masturbating my exposed glans she let
a finger trail across my puckered anal lips. I shuddered. She
repeated the action and again I shuddered. Now with careful
spreading she rubbed her finger over the anus as my penis was
peeled back and forth. I flushed and strained down, the anus
flowering against the friction of her oiled finger. Keeping my
legs open and up she continued to delicately play with the anus
and masturbate my swollen penis until she could tell I had no
chance of holding back from the final betrayal. She had found
complete control over me.

By now I had been conditioned by the sequence of manipulation so
that everything lead me this total surrender. My sexual training
was a total success.

She keeps my legs spread and high, forcing the anus flat, to gap
slightly with the vaseline tricking down my cheeks. The scrotum
is reduced to a mere nub, a knot, at the base of my infant
erection. The penis, shimmering in baby oil, sticks out ridged as
a sore finger.

Using easy jacking motions she rigorously masturbates my impudent
little penis, which flushes deeper shades of red from the renewed
handling. Casually she lets a finger slip in and out of the
rectum, causing the anus to widen in a little greedy mouth. Soon
she has the finger engulfed up to her palm, pressing as high and
as deep as she can. The foreskin has by now been fully retracted
to the chubby base leaving the glans bare to rubbing against the
inflamed corona.

My little body can take no more stimulation. The penis turns a
blister red, swelling until the pee slit is just a tiny dimple on
the mottled head. She instinctively begins rubbing against the
area of my immature prostate feeling it lump up in vain to try to
expel ejaculate. My sore anus clamps down, clinging around her
busy finger. My little penis pulses in her fingers. Spasm after
dry spasm. My legs shudder and I try throwing out my arms against
the restraints. I feel an immense pressure pass through me. I
hear a huge sound.

Carefully, carefully, she lowers my legs down flat. She watches
as my penis instantly wilts to a tiny little squiggle of limp
flesh, as the color drains back to pale white. Nothing of the
fight is left in me. My hair is damp with the relief of the
tension. My eyes shut as if in deep sleep, and in fact I am
asleep before she can pin a diaper up on me. But I know this will
be happening again very soon. And it will be happening any number
of times each day, day after day. It is inescapable.

Notes:

There was no video camera running to capture the events back
then. I doubt if an infant can determine the difference between
acceptable hygiene and sexualization. So the above can be taken
as a metaphor for dominant or forced sex and less as a recovered
memory. But there is some memory in it. So it should not be
discounted entirely.

As an adult I did have a chance to talk with this babysitter. She
confirmed the basic aspects of her care though denied it was
prolonged or intense,the way my parents represented it to me. Of
course I could not ask her about anything intimate, but knew from
my father that she was even at a grandmotherly age still sexually
active, just as might be the case for an isolated young woman
experimenting with her first baby boy.

Questions, comments, your story welcomed. Send to:
stardog105@hotmail.com 

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