Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 14:19:16 -0700
From: frank_ryan (at) hushmail (dot) com
Subject: Big Boys Game

Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this story if you're underage.
If you do read it anyway, don't blame me for not warning you. This
story may contain sex between consenting men and boys. You may
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may not publish it on the internet or anywhere else.

This is the first part of a multipart story. I haven't written
more than this first part and further parts will only be written
and published if I get enough feedback from it. So please let me
know if you (dis)liked the story.

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frank_ryan@nospam-hushmail.com (remove "nospam-").

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Big Boys Game


Well, I don't know for sure when all of it started. I guess it was
when I was around the age of 4 or 5 as that's when my family moved
from the UK to the country we now live in. My mother and father
are on the management team for a local branch of a large
manufacturing business which name I won't divulge here as you'd be
able to tell who I am then.

Anyway, my mother told me we were moving and so they packed
everything into boxes, sold the house, took some of our stuff with
us to our new home and put the rest in storage. It was very
exciting to travel, at least for the first six or seven hours. At
the first stop-over I got real tired and couldn't sleep because of
all the noise around us. I made a real fuss and was scolded by my
father before I eventually settled down.

Finally we were boarding the second plane which was much smaller
than the first one. There weren't many passengers and I got two
seats for my own to lie down and sleep. When I woke up we were in
the new country passing the customs after my parents had picked up
the luggage. A car was waiting for us outside with a driver and he
quickly made us sit in the car while he loaded the luggage into
the boot of the car before he drove off with the wheels almost
screaming on the tarmac.

The city we had landed in was noisy, big, busy, and had lots of
traffic. The driver read the traffic well and timed it so we never
had to stop for a red signal on the entire trip. When we reached
our new home he pressed a button on the dashboard and the gate
opened. He closed the gate using the same button before driving
the 100 yards or so to the entrance of the house. He stopped and
let us out of the car.

We were asked to enter the house and we got a little tour before I
was sent to my new room for a nap. It wasn't even close to my
bedtime but I was still tired and didn't complain too much. My new
room had a nice bed and a few toys already, but I was too sleepy
to investigate further. I went to bed without taking off my
clothes or even my shoes.

When I was gently shaken awake it was the driver who woke me up.
He told me to go and wash my hands and face as dinner would be
served in a moment. He went with me to my bathroom and told me his
name was Jose and he was going to my new friend. He tickled me
while I washed up and after that he helped me dry my hands and
face with a big fluffy towel. Then we went downstairs where my
parents were seated at the table waiting for me.

After eating I went outside with Jose who showed me around the
garden. We went to the high wall surrounding the garden and he
pointed to the top of it and told me the wires had deadly current
in them and never ever to touch them. I let him know that I was
much too short to reach them and he smiled at me and reminded not
to do anything to get to the wires.

He found a soccer ball and we kicked the ball between us until I
started yawning. He took my hand and started walking towards the
house when I asked him to carry me. He didn't make a big fuss over
it like my parents would have, but simply lifted me up and put me
on his side supporting my weight with a hand under my buttocks.

He carried me all the way up to the bathroom where he sat me down
on the toilet and took off my shoes. Then he took of my t-shirt
and unbuttoned my trousers. He told me to stand up and when I did
he unzipped my trousers and slid them down my legs before lifting
my feet one at a time and removed them from around my ankles. At
the same time he removed my socks and without pausing he reached
up and lowered my underwear to my ankles and removed them.

Jose went to the enormous bathtub and turned on the water,
adjusting the warm water to the right temperature using his elbow
to test the water. During all this we had talked about my friends
back home, what I liked to do and such. When the water reached a
certain level he shut off the faucets and rechecked the
temperature. Slowly he lowered me into the water and let me sit
down in the tub.

Grabbing a bar of soap he built up a good amount of lather and
told me to stand up. I stood and had to grab hold of his shoulder
as he tickled me so much while lathering me up that I would have
tumbled back into the water if I hadn't hold on to him. He started
by my neck and slowly worked his hands down my body just letting
them slide loosely against my skin.

When he reached my arm pits I howled with laughter nearly losing
my balance. He laughed and told me to stand still. I did the best
I could, but I was still squirming until he finally left my pits
alone and lathered up each of my arms. He took a long time
cleaning my hands, really got the soap into every crook between my
fingers.

He built up another lather of soap before he put his hands on my
chest and started massaging my skin and tits. I was a bit
overweight so I had rather podgy breasts and he really kneaded
them like they were dough and he was forming rolls. After some
time he moved onto my small potbelly and again set me into a fit
of giggles and squirming. He asked me to face away from him.

More lathering up and he began on my shoulders and it was
extremely nice. He moved slowly down my back and reached my
buttocks which he thoroughly cleaned using his fingers to get in
between them. He told me to bow over and grab hold of the other
side of the tub and as I did that he cleaned my bum hole. He spent
a long time just rubbing a finger around the hole.

I was howling with laughter, it tickled so much that I couldn't
stand still but still he wouldn't stop. After a minute or two he
moved further in between my legs forcing me to spread wide. He
tracked down my little ball sack and gently washed it, pushing the
little nuts inside of it around. When he was finished with my
balls he massaged my legs all the way to my knees where they met
the water.

Then I was to stand up and turn around and face him. I did and he
went straight ahead for my little pole. It was standing at 45
degrees and wasn't very large. He tried to push my foreskin back
but it wouldn't budge and when he tried more vigorously I cried
out in pain. He stopped pushing on it and just stroked it while
making sure it got properly cleaned.

When he was satisfied he asked me to sit down in the tub and rinse
off. Then he told me to raise one foot out of the water and
cleaned it, though he had to hold it very firmly as I tried to get
it away from his tickling fingers. After some convincing I raised
my other foot and he cleaned that in the same manner as the first.

He took a bottle of shampoo and applied it to my hair, before
rinsing it out using a cup to pour water on my head while
shielding my eyes with his hand.

Squeaky clean he lifted me out of the tub and dried me with one of
the biggest towels I've ever seen. He put me into my pyjama which
was a pair of navy blue shorts and t-shirt both made of thin
cotton. He carried me to my room and tucked me in the bed before
kissing my eyelids, my nose and my lips. He informed me my parents
would be in shortly to say good night.

I must have fallen asleep before they got in to see me as I don't
remember anything more before I woke up the next day. Again it was
Jose who woke me, and helped me brush my teeth, made sure I went
number 1 and 2 and helped me wiping afterwards, making sure all
traces were gone by using a wash cloth.

He told me to run to the breakfast table as my parents would be
leaving very soon and they wanted to say bye to me.

While I ate my cereal with lots of sugar and pieces of strawberry
and other fruits my mother told me Jose was going to look after me
until I could enter a preschool day-care and to obey him. She told
me not to get in trouble as Jose was allowed to discipline me if
he saw fit. She gave me a kiss and she and my dad went outside to
board a car the company had sent for them.

I finished eating and then I remembered the toys I had seen in my
room the day before and quickly ran to play with them. I was
playing with a few cars making lots of noise when suddenly I
realised that someone was looking at me. I spun around on my butt
and saw Jose looking at me from the door way. He smiled at me and
said I should go back to playing, that he was just checking in on
me.

He left and I went back to playing. After a bit I got bored and
went searching for Jose to see if he was doing anything
interesting. It turned out that he was sitting in his room in
front of his computer. He was so busy with it that he didn't
notice me until I was right next to him trying to see what was on
the screen. He quickly minimized the window he had been looking at
and took me up on his lap.

Once on his lap, he asked me if I liked spying on people and I
replied that I wasn't spying, just wanted to see what he was doing
and if I could be a part of it. He said that it was something only
big boys could see and that I probably wouldn't be interested in
it anyway. Like any other little boy I told him I was a big boy
and I wanted to see what he was doing.

After hesitating for a few seconds he agreed that I was a big boy,
but warned me that big boys must be able to keep some things
secret. And this was such a thing. Oh boy, that really perked my
interest and without thinking I said I'd keep it our secret. He
had sat me on his lap so my feet were on his left side and now he
picked me up and rotated me so I had the screen right in front of
me.

His right hand went to the mouse and he clicked on it so the
window he had minimized popped up on the screen. It showed a
picture of a boy seemingly a little older than me wearing a very
short t-shirt and nothing else. He was sitting on a lawn looking
at something outside the picture.

"Is that your big secret?" I was slightly disappointed as that
wasn't what I had expected it to be.

"Well, there's more little man. Just wait and see."

He clicked on a button and another picture replaced the first. The
same boy was in the picture, this time lying on his stomach facing
away from the person who took the picture. He had spread his legs
real wide and his butt was in the centre of the picture. I could
clearly see the boy's little hole and I started giggling as I
thought it was a funny sight.
"You like this boy?" Jose asked me in a soft voice.

"I can see his bum," I exclaimed with glee, "are there more
pictures of him?"

"There are plenty of pictures of him. You'll see."

And he was right. Every time he clicked the button on the mouse
another picture of the boy emerged on the screen and in all of
them he was naked and in different poses. After about 15 pictures
the setting changed to inside the boy's bedroom. The first of
these pictures had him lying on the bed with his legs raised like
a baby being changed.

Next picture showed him with a diaper underneath his butt and he
had been powdered just like a small baby. Pictures replaced each
other each one showing the boy wearing the diaper. In one picture
he was feeding on a bottle, another one showed him with a pacifier
in his mouth and others of him in a crib sleeping.

Jose closed the window and asked me if I liked what I had seen. I
was a bit confused of why I should like watching a boy being
treated like a small baby. When he decided I wasn't going to
answer his question he asked me another one.

"Would you like to try to be like that boy? To be treated like a
little boy?"

"I don't know." I replied and honestly I didn't. I mean, I was
bored and he was offering to play with me, but I wasn't sure if I
wanted to play the game he suggested. When I asked him if we
couldn't play something else, like playing with my cars he
shrugged.

"If you want to be a big boy you need to play the games I come up
with. If you don't want to play my games, you can play on your own
in your bedroom."

"I don't want to be a baby again but I want you to play with me,"
I sobbed, kind of hoping that tears would change his mind.

He stood from his chair while picking me up and held me like a
baby. Then he walked out of his room to my bedroom and put me on
the floor.

"If you want to be a little boy, you can, but you'll play in here
all alone," he said while walking towards the door. He didn't stop
when he reached it but closed the door after him as he left me on
my own.

That's when I really started bawling. I didn't want to be left all
alone in my room with nothing to do but playing with stupid toys
by myself. That wasn't fun at all. I cried for 10 or 15 minutes
but then I realised he wouldn't come and play with me and tears
didn't help. I went to the door after wiping my nose using my arm
and opened it to find him standing there looking at me with a
stern look on his face.

"Are you going to be a big boy now or not? If you aren't you
better close that door and go back to playing on your own," he
said.

"I don't want to play by myself, it's no fun."

"If you want me to play with you, we'll be playing the games I
decide."

His voice was calm and soothing but I still wasn't convinced that
playing baby games with him was going to be fun and I told him so.

"You can't say that until you try it."

He had won me over. After all, if I wanted him to pay attention to
me I guess I had to agree to play his games. Even if I didn't like
the idea of being treated like a little baby.

He took my hand and walked me to his room. He closed the door
after us and told me to go stand next to his bed while he found
the things needed to play the game. He opened a closet and took
out a pack of disposable diapers, powder and baby oil and some
clothes. He put all of this on the bed and turned to me.

"Undress," he told me.

I reluctantly took off my clothes and stood before him in all my
naked glory then he put me on the bed.

"Bend your knees and lift your legs up."

"No, pull them all the way back so your knees are near your face."

I did as he told and observed as he pulled a diaper from the
package and started to unfold it. Then he raised my butt a little
off the bed and placed the diaper under me. Taking the baby oil he
squirted some of it right on my ball sack and then massaged it
into the skin making sure to get it into the folds of my sack and
all over my dick and pubic area.

Then he took the baby powder and sprinkled it on my bottom.

"You can relax now, put your legs down but keep them spread out
and bent at the knees," he informed me.

I did just that and he fastened the thick diaper around my hip. It
felt kind of weird but I was getting the attention I craved. He
took the clothes from the bed and started to put them on me. It
was a full body suit like the ones made for babies, but this one
fit me perfectly. I was put on the floor and told not to walk, as
babies can't do that. I would have to crawl if I was going to move
around.

He took a baby bottle and walked to the door. When he reached it
he turned and told me to follow him. I found out that crawling is
much harder than you'd expect. Especially with a thick diaper
trying it's best to hinder your movement. How babies can crawl so
fast was beyond me as I did my best to keep up with Jose who was
now walking towards the staircase. He waited for me at the top of
the stairs.

"I better carry you, stairs aren't for little children." He
grinned and reached down for me. I lifted my arms up and he picked
me up by the arm pits then put me so I had one leg on either side
of his body. When we reached the bottom of the stairs he put me
down so I could crawl after him.

In the kitchen I sat down on my butt cushioned from the hard tiled
floor by the diaper and the thick cotton body. Jose heated some
milk and put it in the bottle before he handed it to me and told
me to empty it. The warm milk was great but I didn't really like
having to suck on the nipple to get it out of the bottle. I knew
better than to object to Jose's instructions though.

After I drank the bottle, Jose carried me to my room and put me
under the covers and sat in the chair next to my bed and started
singing a lullaby. I nearly laughed as it was so strange, but
after a short while I got drowsy and started nodding off. The warm
milk had done its duty and I was almost asleep when I felt Jose
stand and kiss me on the forehead before he left my room.

I don't know how much time had passed when I was picked up by
Jose. He sat down in the chair and put me on his lap and put
another bottle to my mouth. I silently opened my mouth and when
the nipple was between my teeth I started suckling on it. This
time it was orange juice in the bottle and I finished all of it in
two or three minutes. He put me on his shoulder and asked me to
burp.

I tried but I couldn't. He patted me on my back between my
shoulder blades and after a few minutes of patting I let a small
burp loose.

"I guess we'll have to settle for that," he said and sat me on the
bed.

"You're parents will be home in a couple of hours," he informed
me, "If you don't want them to see you in a diaper, you need to
soil it."

When he saw my blank expression he explained that I'd have to poop
and pee in the diaper before he'd remove it from me and give me a
bath afterwards. I told him I didn't have to poop, that I'd done
that this morning already. He dug out a bar of special chocolate
from his pocket and told me to eat all of it, and the poop would
come out almost on its own. He called it a laxative.

After I ate the chocolate, he told me to play quietly in my room
with my cars and he'd check in on me in an hour. I was not to
leave the room, or try to remove the diaper. He left the room and
I was happily playing with my cars when after 10 or 15 minutes my
stomach rumbled. I felt like passing gas so I did only it wasn't
gas that came out. I tried to stop pooping but once I started I
couldn't do anything to stop it.

I didn't poop much but I hadn't done that in my pants since I was
2 so it was an unfamiliar feeling. It felt hot between my cheeks
and after a little while I could smell the poop trapped in the
diaper. I didn't feel like playing with cars anymore and wanted to
get rid of the smelly diaper as soon as possible but Jose wouldn't
come in another 45 minutes. That period of time must have been one
of the longest waits of my short life.

When he finally did come, he could smell that I had pooped and he
asked if I'd peed in the diaper too. I told him no, I didn't have
to pee, and could he please take off the smelly diaper now.

"You need to pee in the diaper first I know what we'll do." He
said and left the room. In a short while he returned with two
bottles of water and told me to drink both of them. When I had
finished the second bottle my stomach was full of water. He lifted
me onto his lap while he sat down in the chair. Picking up a book
he started reading to me from the book.

I could feel the first signs of having to pee and twisted around a
little trying to hold it back.

"Do you need to pee?"

"Uh huh."

"Go ahead and pee, the diaper will soak it all up and you don't
need to worry about anything." He gently told me.

Try as I might, I couldn't just go like that. It just felt wrong
and I had long before learned that you don't pee your pants. After
another 10 minutes of twisting my bladder finally got too full of
pee and the dam burst. It actually felt nice, as it had started
hurting 5 minutes before. The sudden warmth around my crotch as
the pee started soaking the diaper felt nice too.

Jose had been studying me all the time when I peed and when I had
finished he put the book away and took me into the bathroom. He
put me on my back on the floor on top of an old towel and removed
the body from me. He folded it up before he started to undo the
diaper. When he had the flaps peeled off he lifted the diaper from
my crotch. Then he lifted my butt off the floor by taking hold of
my ankles and lifting them.

After he pulled the diaper from underneath me he told me to bend
my knees and keep my butt off the towel. He folded the diaper and
put it in a plastic bag then he used a wash cloth to remove the
traces of poop on and in between my cheeks. And then he washed
around my balls and dick.

"Clean as a whistle, little baby boy." He told me and then he put
on my normal clothes. He told me not to tell my parents about this
or he'd tell them I had been bad and he put me in the diaper to
punish me.

Jose and I didn't play the baby game again before I started the
preschool, but after that he'd held me at home at least twice
every month to play the game. After the first couple of times I
got so accustomed to soiling the diaper that he didn't have to
give me the laxative anymore. I also had a few accidents in my
pants! My parents thought nothing of that though, just said it was
due to moving and such.

I and Jose kept playing the games until I started school at age 6.
At that time I was so used to the games that I actually looked
forward to them. The last time we did it, my father came home
while I was playing with my cars in my room. Apparently he was
looking for some papers he had forgotten to bring to work. All
hell broke loose when he saw me wearing baby clothes and having a
pacifier in my mouth.

Jose of course was fired. My parents decided not to press charges
against him as they didn't want it to be blown up in the media. I
lost a good friend but the next bodyguard they hired was nearly as
much fun as Jose had been.