| Title:
| A Boy and his Dreams
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| Name:
| AToddler
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| Email:
| [email protected]
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 24
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| Posting Date:
| 11/08/09
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation | ●
| | D- Adult (18+) | ● | U- Sexual situations | ●
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay | ●
| | F- Disposable diapers | | W- Erections | ●
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting | ●
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers* | ● | 1- Female Domination* |
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | ● | 2- Enemas | ●
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints | ●
| | M- Father | ● | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation | ●
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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This is about a boy and his hypnosis, and body modification into a
hardcore AB slave by a master. Or is it? There is more coming but this
is the meat of this bit of fiction. Hopefully you will all enjoy...
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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7 (35%)
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This story like all of my stories, ends and beings in the same way.
With the moment of recollection, where by as the reader on gains
understanding of the situation within a reflection of the work read,
and the manner by which things are written. This is just a notion
between now and never, so, dear reader, enjoy.
It began with dreams, and from dreams arose desire. The dreaming mind
of the all had awoken within flesh again. The force that guides the one
along their journey. Then it happened. The cold had surrounded me
again, pulled me from my slumbers, and of course I was without a
diaper. The mattress pad had been the only redemption from having to
endure my mattress being soaked for ages. It in this moment I set the
resolve, that I will be in diapers again, and never have to experience
the sensation of waking up cold and wet.
This, I suppose, is the price of things. That one developing the mind
and spirit the body is the thing that goes. The vessel is conditioned
to hold energy currents, so then the price is paid, through control.
However, upon the reflection of this, there would be worse things yet
to come. It was the night spent with a friend, in that night, he
persuaded me to be naked, to hold to him tightly and use his warmth,
his hard manhood keeping me from slumber, he that was enjoying the
sensation that someone else had made him damp, and roused him from his
own dreaming. It went as then as all my mornings had gone, however this
time it was something new. This was when I begun to know who I was,
what I was. The man, my elder friend, my dearest brother, pulled me
into his arms and kissed me deeply. He consoled me, said I was his
sweet baby brother and then he grabbed hold of my loins and began to
arouse me. His finger moved to my hole, waiting, and quivering under
his touch, as he then opened me as a flower unto his wanting. That
penetration filling me, with his experience, his man hood. My brother
giving to me his seed with everything that he had. Kissing me, and then
filling me with fluid from his water, marking my very insides, within
me, I felt the swell. He plugged me tightly, and hurried me off to the
morning shower.
When the water was running, he set me down over his knee with the plug
still filling me with a yearning and an urge to climax. Now then the
moment of release is drawing up greater and filling me with a deeper
need, with each stroke of his hand, hard upon my flesh. The smacking
sounds filling me deeper, covering me in my humiliation he reduced me
to tears within moments. Begging, pleading to him to let me go, to end
this punishment. He assured me, that it was just the beginning. When my
bath had filled, he rolled me off the knee, my backside sore and red
filled with a plug to large for comfort, but solely for function. Then
he pulled it from me. I filled the water with my weakness. I could not
contain that which churned within my body, as he made it.
My member stood at attention and ready for what ever subjugation he
wanted and willed upon me. In my moments of release from this
discomfort, he gave to my flesh reward. This feeling upon my skin,
stroking and giving over any control over myself to HIM. My brother
commanded that release, he demanded that I give him my seed. That he
would be the only one to pull it from me. Then he said "Baby brother
give it to me, NOW!" then with convulsions of will, I shot forth what
he commanded. Appeasing his appetite for the moment. Upon cleaning me
from all the remnants of this morning, and the eventual release of
himself again within me. Upon his pleasure, he removed me from the
water, and covered me in a warm towel, and rubbed me down, drying all
of the water upon my skin, and kissing me again. Telling me I was a
good boy, to be rewarded despite the punishment that was awaiting for
the wet bed.
Daddy would be awake soon, and he must be told of the event, as his
rule demands that his boys remain in diapers, and mine was removed from
me, without his knowledge. At least according to what I was aware of.
When he woke, and came down for his coffee, I started crying, for
failure to admit flaw is a deed more punishable then anything that can
be given for such moments beyond ones control. I am but a boy in the
house, lowest ranking soul, when my brother, an elder slave did to me,
it is his will I must follow, as it is above my own. He placed his hand
on me, and consoled me from my tears, and he said, "since you have only
been here a single night, your punishment will be your lot in life. You
will be forever now from this moment nothing but a toddler. You will be
the lowest of the low, you are forbidden under great punishment to
touch yourself, or your diaper. When you are dressed, you will be done
so by your elder brother or myself, and it is up to us when you get
changed. You will do nothing but cry when you are messy, or wet, there
will be no sound then that of laughter or tears from you am I
understood, boy?" Nodding to him, I hung my head. He took me by the
hand and led me to a room I had not yet seen.
Wall to wall there was blue, white clouds and dancing bears upon fields
of grass adorned them. The table stood against the wall with thick
leather straps, and soft padding. Then daddy noticed my then manhood,
took time to place a hand upon it, he told me, "This belongs to me,
everything you are belongs to me, and this is my will that I will for
you to endure to serve me". I nodded to daddy, he hoisted me up by my
shoulders, upon the padding of the table, and fastened my arms down,
then my legs. Around my mouth he placed a pacifier held in by a strap
and secured in back that it would come off only with the key to his
lock. Gagged, and bound before this man, I was helpless to his will.
His control had me silent, afraid of what would come, safe in knowing
he would care for me, and he would make me as he wanted. Then he, being
satisfied with his work, sought to amuse himself with my flesh. He took
the knife from out of sight, and began with its cool blade to set
against my hot flesh. He pulled for what seemed like hours was in
actuality only moments of the backside of the blade against my inner
thigh. There was pulling upon my testicles, being stretched and bound
by something. Then, cool metal engulfed this binding, something being
held in place from what I was positioned to observe appeared as a band,
small, thin. The metal device engulfed me down the base of the sack.
Daddy looked down at me, "You are mine boy, by contract and will, you
are here to serve me, and to be serviced by none other then those I
will! This is a punishment you will be forced to remember for ever." He
released the band from the clamp, and it slid upon my flesh, the pain
was momentary but I still gasped and recoiled against the strong bonds,
trying to find position which could sooth this pinching. Nothing would
abate until my master�s words filled my head. "You are now mine, this
will make you so. When it is done, you will be collared if you are
found worthy, if you are not. Then you will endure for the rest of your
days as I have made." Then he pulled up a thick diaper under my
backside, rubbed a rash cream into my freshly shaved skin, then powder
upon the region. Then upon me it was set, snugly into position, tight
and yet restrictive. The mass of plastic and stuffing bound in place by
tapes masterfully applied. This was to be way of my life. I am now his
boy. If I can please him, he will allow me pleasure I thought, unaware
of all that has taken place. He tells me that I am not to touch myself,
that I am not to be able to move unless he wishes it. That for moving
without his command he places my bound arm within a strait jacket, and
then proceeds to bind me tightly. Noting his displeasure at my behavior
he had decided to set about the task which he agreed would take time to
ease my conditioning. However this act of betrayal of his kindness had
changed his mind. That he forced me, by his will to this infancy of
slavery. That when he had my arms secured, my crotch secured, my mouth
gagged, all that remained was my legs. He said that as I am no his
baby, I have to be forced backwards. He folds my legs up to my chest in
the fetal position.
The rope then begins to bind me, tying my ankles loosely but
unyielding, upwards over calf and thigh. Upwards around my back,
binding me into position. He slides a bag of soft flannel in a baby
blue over me, and zips it up. I am now bound within a bunting bag. He
tells me that I must only crawl, or be carried. Unable to move arms and
legs, tears falling down my face for the pain within my loins that I
cannot speak about. He nods in approval, and then holds my head up and
opens my mouth, removing the gag, and telling me under pain of more
punishment I am not to say a word. He places his erect cock in my
mouth, and moves me to position. My waiting mouth forced open by
thrusts, deeply down into my throat he fills me with his seed that he
tells me, I am to learn his tastes. Then he releases himself down my
throat covering my face in this disgrace telling me, that I will be
used as is fitting for a boy that has no control over his life. That he
makes me, and breaks me, and is casting me into the inferno of his
deepest desire in recasting my form in the image he desires. Taking a
rag he dries my face, and places a bottle in my mouth. I hungrily drink
what ever daddy offers.
He holds me up against his back, and pats my lower back, forcing me to
expel the gas within my chest. Wiping up the spittle from my jaw. As he
pays attention to my breathing, rubbing my back, the room begins to
spin. Daddy telling me that its time for his boy to come home to him,
and when I awake I will be his body mind and soul, that he loves me and
cant wait for me to be ready to be his baby...then the room went dark.
I came to consciousness what seemed like moments later, legs still
bound together, my diaper wet, then a cold sensation shooting through
my body as the diaper is peeled away. Then there is pressure upon me
down there, as it is wiped clean. Then the sent of powder fills the
air. My loins again bound up in thickness, bonds still applied, yet the
room is still dark, there is no sight, to pay attention to. There is a
tone I hear, nothing descriptive, as my mouth is opened again for
another bottle, drinking it happily as daddy's little boy, feeling
myself and wondering where my daddy is. Wondering when I will be
allowed to play with him. To be able to watch my cartoons, and see my
big brother again. Then the room began grow hazy, as images flashed in
front of my eyes, sounds began to fill my ears. Watery sounds, a
masculine voice, command then sleep occurs. Falling into the world of
the new me. There is no distinction that I am not my daddy's boy, that
I am not anything but his to use and do with what he will. Then no
thoughts, only quiet.
Then a shifting, a dream, someone who looks like me, in the arms of
another man, covered in his own urine, being told of a punishment,
being showered, being humiliated, being bound, and then sleep. Yet I
awake in my crib, to nothing of this, other then as the passing thought
of my dream as I wait for my daddy to come in and change me. I sit in
my crib, in the sodden diaper around me, and wait and cry because it
starts leaking around my leg and I fear for him to be angry. Then the
light clicks on, and in walks my daddy, smiling, greeting me and asking
how is his boy. He lifts me up and holds me tight to him, kissing me
lots putting me on the changing table, and taking care of my diaper.
Telling me how he loves me, and he�s happy that I�m his baby. He then
changes me thickly saying there is a lot planned for today. He puts me
in a t-shirt as he said its time to play outside, He puts me on my
feet, and I go to my knees, and begin to crawl to the door. In strides
he over steps me, and opens the door, and picks me up into his arms,
and carries me out of the nursery. The baby blue clouds and the dancing
bears fading from view, as we go out into the living room, where my
brother is sitting on the floor wagging his tail, and runs on all fours
to give me a kiss, covering me with his tongue. Daddy commenting on how
such good boys we turned out to be.
Daddy puts me in the sandbox on the porch with a paci in my mouth, and
tells me to play here while he goes to get my brother, who he throws a
ball for and begins a good game of fetch. All sense of time is gone,
all thought but what daddy wants of me is all I can think of. We play
outside for hours, and then he draws a bath. We get into it, after he
cleans me up. He holds me close to him, kissing me, holding onto me. He
then turns me around and slides a finger in, opening up what I have to
offer. My daddy filling me, holding me closely telling me that he is
glad I am his boy. We get out of the bath after his release, holding a
towel up and drying himself off first, he picks me up and carries me
back to the nursery.
Closing the door, he sets me on the rug and kneels down before me.
"Your mine now boy", I look up at him confused, and he says "I'm your
daddy now, this ensures the bond between us, Now and forever." He
placed a cool metal ring around my neck, and he looked me in the eye,
and asked me "Do you accept me my baby boy?" I looked back at him,
smiled and hugged him and nodded. Then he clasped the ring and it
clicked near silently. He stood me up holding me up in my arms, letting
my diaper fall, as I stood there in his arms naked, shorn of hair aside
from a toddlers haircut atop my head in light blond. My penis the only
sign of my manhood, dangling limply against the air. Thin, I stood
there as nothing but a toddler, as he picked me up and carried me over
to the changing table, and put my diaper under me for the night. Daddy
smiled at me and gave me a bottle, the room began to spin, and then I
awoke wet in my crib and cried for my daddy to come in, as I woke up
from a dream, which I�m not sure of. The cool metal band around my
neck, the bulge of wetness and sent of my babyhood in the air, as daddy
walked through the door saying, how�s "My baby boy this morning?"
*smiled and nodded back at him* My only feelings were that he was my
daddy, he was the one I was to serve with a need deeper then sound, I
couldn't utter a sound other then tears for the condition of my wet and
soiled sodden mass between my legs. As daddy picked me up and unzipped
me from my sleeper, he took me to the changing table and wiped me down
so he could carry me to the bathroom and began washing me. He told me
he was going to start teaching me things, I looked at him, and stared
back at myself. His hardened shaft, tight testicles gleaming in the
water, and I looked down at me, my lil� member, dangling there, alone.
With nothing to keep it company, small and flaccid, daddy puts his hand
on it, and says "I have made you my baby boy. You are mine, now its
time to learn to please your daddy". Silently I nodded to him, and he
lowered me down, my mouth upon him, taking it deeply into my throat,
feeling torn apart from both ends as I realize my brother has mounted
me from behind, fitting into my tight hole with an experienced ease
that was being conditioned by daddy, The task at hand, being filled,
and sucking deeply of my Master was my world, and all I cared about. He
was all that was my world.
The day then progressed as all of my days did, with diaper changes,
cartoons, naptimes, and play times, with different playmates taking
advantage of the things my body would provide for them, as daddy
sometimes watched me play with the people he brings in. Sometimes they
would cause me pain, sometimes they would make me cry. But always the
blue sky and clouds, with the little dancing bears would be there when
the day was done, when daddy would come in and change me, fill me, and
tell me I was his good boy and made him proud. I drank my bottle, fell
asleep, and awoke with the fleeting notions of a dream, quickly
dispersed by my tears that called my daddy to me, to be the one to lift
me from the changing table, to fill me, and diaper me, and introduce me
to my playmates. In silence just nodding and being positioned into
action while things occured. One day blossomed into another, with one
thought that was the deepest feeling to be of use to daddy. To be
everything he wanted me to be, but wordlessly, without thought but to
please. I was his, as collar bound my neck in the silver metallic band.
I was everything he promised, everything he wanted, I was remade in his
image of how I should be, and used for what ever he willed, and let
others do. This was my life as I know it. This is how I am, this is all
I ever know. Anything else but this, is a dream of a life not my own.
These words are written silently, and with no sound behind them, but
the feeling expressed is it is all for my daddy.
| Editing level:
| Low
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| Editing Notes:
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- Mostly well-written, just a few minor corrections needed.
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