| Title:
| Big Brother's Own Back
|
| Name:
| Sammy
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 12
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| Posting Date:
| 02/21/10
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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- White diapers* | | 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 |
| | | | 9- Baby paraphernalia | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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|
| Summary:
|
One day during my summer break, I told a lie about my older brother which resulted in
him being grounded. My parents are on holiday, and my
brother has been left to look after me. It turns out he wants to make my holiday a
living hell!
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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1 (5%)
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�So, you�ve been left with me?�
My brother towered over me. He reached out and picked me up with both
arms, before carrying me into the lounge, and sitting me on the sofa.
�Do you remember last month when you told our parents that I had broken
that antique vase, when I know; you know; we both know that it was you
who broke it?� My brother shouted in my face.
�Sorry, but I didn�t want to be told off� I cried, unresistingly.
�Well. Neither did I� he shouted back. �Now, you are in my control now
that our parents have left, and I have a week to teach you a lesson!�
�What do you mean?� I asked, not really wanting to know what horrors he
had in store for me. �You�re not going to hit me are you?�
�Well, maybe later. But I did have in mind more of a rehabilitation
process, to teach you what the consequences for behaving so immaturely
are...�
He suddenly stood up, picking me up with him, and he carried me
upstairs and into the bathroom. I struggled: �What are you doing?� I
shouted.
�I�m going to treat you as you behaved: like a child; a young child�.
We reached the bathroom, and he stood me in the bath before locking the
door, and slipping the key into his pocket. He then reached out towards
me and ripped off my jacket, and tore off my shirt.
�What are you doing?� I screamed, humiliated.
�Getting you ready for your bath� he replied, simply.
He continued to undress me until I was standing before him, stark
naked, awaited his wrath. He began to run the bath around my feet, and
told me to step out of the bath, whilst he prepared it.
I did as I was told, fearful of what was to come next. Before I could
think, I was being pulled over his knee, and his hand was upon my
bottom.
He was shouting something as he spanked me, but the slap sound of his
hand on my backside, and my own crying was enough to block out his
words. He continued until the bath was half-full, and that was at least
five minutes. As soon as he stopped, he plunged me, bottom first into
the hot bath, and threatened me with an encore if I dared move. I did
not.
He left me in the bath for about ten minutes. In did not move, even
though my bladder was near enough full to the brim, and fit to burst.
He returned with a towel, and ordered me to dry myself off. He watched
as I did so, embarrassing me further. Once I had done, he followed me
into my bedroom where a horrific site was waiting. What looked like a
thick disposable diaper was laying waiting for me. Before I could react
I was pinned to the bed, with baby powder around my private parts quick
as a flash. My brother made sure to rub the powder all over, for some
reason taking extra care over my privates, causing me to become rather
erect. He giggled at this, referring to me as �gay�, and promptly had
the front of the diaper fastened up, snuggling my naughty-bits in warm
fibre. He hen forciably stood me up, and forced my legs through a pair
of plastic pants. I was not too worried about my position, however,
until he clicked into the place the three padlocks that secured the
chain on these panties. I was trapped.
Quickly again, I was forced into an onesie suit, also locked at the
collar and the waist. The final touch was a ball gag, with a pacifier
stuck to the front.
I, a little lately, tried to complain, and was, obviously, restrained
from doing so by the gag. My brother, simply replied passively with
�Shhhh...�, before patting my crotch and tucking me up into my bed.
He attached a scary, rather �James-Bondy� looking pipe to the front of
the pacifier, which surprisingly started to slowly pump liquid down my
throat, and into my bladder.
A small kiss ont he cheek, and the click of the lock in the door was
his only farewell as he left me, at 7:30 PM, to �enjoy� my new life.
Little did I know that, not only would this continue all week, but
would also somehow be converted to my fault, when my parents found out
on Monday morning...