The Weeping Boy 10

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The weeping boy.
- or how I became what I am today.

Chapter 29.
Andy’s seventh birthday.

Andy woke me the following morning.

“Daddy, John won’t get up,” he said sounding really worried when he saw me moving.

“He couldn’t fall asleep last night, tiger. Let him sleep another hour okay?”

“Okay daddy. I’m ready to get my diaper off.”

I groaned inwardly, as I had a look at the clock radio. It was only 7:15 AM. The stuff I’d done with John the night before, had kept me up far too long. It had been close to 1:30 AM before I finally had found the butt plugs I wanted for John and placed the order. I nearly sleepwalked to the bathroom and helped Andy get up on the changing pad.

“Say, tiger, have you started peeing more during the night?”

His used diapers had started to increase noticeably in weight. Not that I was concerned they’d leak, they would hold about a liter of fluid and still feel dry to the wearer. That’s what the manufacturer said anyway.

“I pee when I wake up. So I can stay in bed longer,” Andy fessed up.

I thought he was getting a little too lazy, but figured I would have done the same, had I been wearing a diaper. It didn’t really matter anyway, the diaper was only going into the trash. If he didn’t want to stand in front of the toilet, probably freezing his little butt off while peeing, I could relate to that. But it made it impossible for me to judge if his bedwetting was getting worse or improving.

“How much do you pee when you sleep?” I asked, already mentally slapping myself for asking such a stupid question.

“Duh, I dunno. I’m sleeping when I sleep.”

“Of course you do. But was the diaper full of pee before you peed this morning?”

“I think there was pee in it. I dunno. It feels dry all the time. See?”

He poked his finger into the diaper lying next to him before I could stop him. Then he brought up his finger towards my face. I feigned biting it and he quickly moved it out of my reach.

“Yuck dad!” He exclaimed, “That’s pee on my finger.”

“It wouldn’t be much different from sucking on your little dink then.”

He smiled and spread his knees wide.

“Suck it?” I asked him.

He nodded at me. I hadn’t slept much that night, but still I was able to suck Andy to a nice orgasm while he lay on the changing pad. I finished my task of cleaning him up and sent him off to play in the living room until John would wake up. He scampered off naked, then came back as I was draining my bladder into the toilet.

“Daddy, can you light a fire, it’s too cold.”

It wasn’t really cold in the living room, but compared to the warm bathroom it was a bit nippy I guess. It didn’t take long to get a good fire going in the woodstove though.

“Now, please play quietly while John sleeps. Wake me when he gets up, okay tiger?”

“Sure, daddy.”

I knew I could trust Andy not to do something stupid like touch the woodstove. He had done that exactly once when he was three and I hadn’t been fast enough to stop him. He got a very small burn on his finger tip, but it taught him not to mess around near the woodstove. He wasn’t really afraid of it, but he certainly respected it. I went back to my bed to sleep a little longer.

I woke an hour later, not by Andy, but to the beeping of my clock radio. I got up and went to see if John was ready to get out of bed too. He was still sleeping when I checked on him, but I had to get him up. He wouldn’t be able to sleep in the next day as well, as that would be Monday, a school day. When he woke I asked him how he was doing. His mouth opened in a massive yawn before answering my question.

“I’m sleepy and my bum hurts,” his voice was a little whiny.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

I had fleeting images of his sphincter being ripped and the diaper flooded by blood. When I had cleaned him after our late evening fun, I had of course also checked his bum hole. The rim of his anus had been ever so slightly red, but there had been no blood neither on his bum nor on my fingers.

“It itches.”

“Well, let’s go check it out, okay buddy?”

We went to the bathroom and I closed the door behind us. Fortunately Andy hadn’t heard me getting up and didn’t see us enter the bathroom. The cause to John’s itch was evident when I opened the diaper, his butt crack was a bit messed up due to lube having seeped out of his anus during the night. With that, some fecal matter too, not a lot, but enough to cause the itch. I wiped him clean with a washcloth then put some Preparation H on his hind quarters and just inside his little hole.

“There you go buddy. No harm done, it was just a little poop that made your butt itch.”

I had washed his underwear and pajama bottoms over the night, but had forgotten to put them into the dryer. So I sent him into the living room only wearing his pajama top. It could really only help his bum recover, letting it hang out in the open.

Heading to the kitchen I saw Andy was playing with his miniature cars and trucks, many of which he had inherited from me. John quickly invited himself to play with him as I started preparing breakfast.

Even if I did pay extra money for having the butt plugs shipped by airmail, they took forever to arrive. The problem wasn’t with the Japanese web shop, it was the Danish postal service who had misread the postal code. When they couldn’t find the address in the city my package arrived at, they returned it to sender. By land too (well, really by sea, but that matter’s not). At least, the second time the Japanese shipped it to me, I actually got it delivered to my doorstep.

The four plugs were really well made. The smallest one was so cute. It had a wide anchor-like base, a pencil-thick part where the anus would close up around and a cone shape that would go inside the rectum. The broadest point was just under an inch in diameter and the plug was 3½ inches long total. The only problem was the color. It was red, not really a boy’s favorite color. The only consolation was that most of it would be hidden from view inside John’s little bum.

The plugs were all pretty much the same shape, just increased gradually in size with the biggest one being 5½ long and 1¾ inches thick. All red and came in a cheap plastic wrapping. Later, that evening while I cooked dinner, I disinfected the plugs in a pot with boiling water. Exactly the same way I had sterilized the nipples and baby bottles for Andy. Now, all I needed was for the weekend to arrive and John to sleep over.

I hoped that he wouldn’t have changed his mind about wanting to be fucked, the itching in his butt crack hadn’t been fun for him. I also had to figure out how to get John’s butt ready for plugging, he would need to be flushed out, but how to do that without Andy knowing I didn’t know.

When I returned from work that Friday, Andy and John turned up like they used to do. They helped me carrying in the groceries I had bought on the way home, which was something out of the ordinary. Michelle and I had started giving Andy a small allowance, but only if he helped out. We had worked out small tasks that he could do and in turn he’d get a bit of pocket money. Michelle had worried that he’d just spend all of it on candy, but he put her worries to shame.

He had a small piggy bank where he dutifully put in all the cash we gave him. I had asked him what he was saving for, but either he didn’t know or wouldn’t tell me.

“I dunno. I just like having money if I need it,” he said.

Which is a philosophy that a lot of people could benefit from I guess. Anyway, it wasn’t like Andy never had candy to eat, Friday nights were usually dedicated to an hour and a half in front of the TV; and we ate chips, candy, cookies or cake and had lemonade or sodas to drink. We didn’t go mental stuffing ourselves with the sugary, fattening stuff, but we really didn’t worry too much about it either. Fridays marked the end of a long week with work or school, and that had to be celebrated.

That Friday after dinner and our TV watching, the boys went into the bathroom and started their bath on their own. I joined them just in time to help them wash their important bits. I had Andy sit on the edge of the tub with his feet still in the water as I ‘washed’ his nuts and stiff boy boner. I sat on my knees behind him and really worked my fingers over his slick nail, bringing him to a trembling kiddy cum before I deemed his dicky all clean.

John had sat quietly watching us while I played with Andy. As Andy plunked his butt back into the water at the other end of the tub, John looked up at me.

“Now me?” he asked hopefully.

I nodded and he got up to his feet, nearly slipping while doing so.

“Careful, buddy,” I said as I grabbed hold of his upper arm to steady him.

It wasn’t the first time one of the boys had nearly toppled over in the bathtub, and I gave myself a mental spanking for not having bought an anti-slip mat to put in the tub. I went and got one the following morning. Anyway, John didn’t sit on the edge, he just sort of leaned back against it with the top of his thighs. That gave me an opportunity to play with the things both in front and at the rear of the boy. I knew he was full of crap, so I didn’t stick my finger into him, but I did massage his hole on the outside.

Andy seemed tired after his treatment and before I had a chance to finish John off, he scaled the side of the tub and started drying off his lithe body on his own.

“We’ll finish this later,” I told John keeping my voice really low hoping Andy wouldn’t hear.

“Finish what, daddy?”

“I was talking to John, I didn’t get to give him the tickles yet.”

“Oh. You should just do it.”

“But I want to help you get ready for bed, tiger.”

“I can do that myself. I’m a big boy now,” as he said that, he picked up the blow dryer and began drying his hair with it.

I shrugged my shoulders, but did give John his ‘tickles’. Then I helped John drying his body before he sat on the toilet. Andy was about to put on his diaper but before he managed to do so, I swept him off his feet and parked him on his butt on top of the counter.

“Andy, you are growing up quickly, but don’t stop being a child just yet, please.”

“Sometimes you’re weird daddy.”

“Maybe so. But I’m still your dad,” I told my son before putting the diaper on him. He jumped down from the counter and put his pajamas on himself. Then brushed his teeth while I watched him in the mirror from behind him. He was getting the hang of it, but didn’t really have the motor skills to move the brush in the circular motion the dentists insisted was the best way to brush your teeth.

“Wait a second, tiger.”

I used an electric toothbrush and it was one where you could swap out the part that went into the mouth. I had spare brushes for it, and I found one, put it on the toothbrush and got a bit of the kiddy toothpaste on it.

“Try this one instead,” I said to Andy as I gave it to him.

He put it in his mouth and pushed the button, then burst into giggles. He tried to tell me it tickled while still having the toothbrush inside his mouth.

“Calm down and concentrate.” I told him, “You need to move the brush over all of your teeth, front and back, then on top of them.”

John had by then finished his business on the toilet and came over to use the sink to wash his hands. I moved out of the way and he nudged Andy a bit in the side to make room for him. He picked up his own toothbrush and started brushing his teeth the good old fashioned way.

“If you wait a minute, you can use the electric toothbrush too,” I told John.

He removed his brush before stating it was okay, that he didn’t like the electric ones. Then resumed brushing. Andy seemed to be having a lot of fun with his new, hmm, toy? So I asked him if he was about done. At the tender age of six, he only had like 24 teeth, so it really couldn’t take him forever to get done.

“Almost,” he said after removing the still powered on toothbrush from his mouth. A fine spray of foamy toothpaste ended up on the mirror, not to mention both kids’ faces.

“Eeeww,” John shrieked before wiping off his cheek with the back of his hand. He looked at his hand then at his face in the mirror, “Andy, we just had a bath, dude!”

Andy was blushing, but I could see he was trying hard not to giggle.

He made a move to pull the toothbrush back out of his mouth but I reached in and powered it off before he had a chance.

“Enough messing around, Andy,” I told him, “rinse and let me see.”

He gargled a bit of water in his mouth and opened it wide after spitting out the water.

“Looks fine, tiger. Now, to bed and I’ll tuck you in.”

I sent him off with a light smack on his diaper-clad bottom.

John finished brushing his teeth and let me have a look at them. He had missed all four of his rearmost teeth which I quickly brushed for him.

“Buddy, I got the plugs for your bum. If you want to start practicing, we can do that tonight.”

He looked at me a little shyly, then nodded his head enthusiastically.

I flushed his butt a little different since he had already moved his bowels just minutes before. I just unscrewed the sprayer from the hose and held the end of the hose up close to his bum hole quickly filling it with water. John sat on the edge of the tub with his behind over it so the excess water didn’t get all over the bathroom floor. When his bum was full of water, he went to the toilet and pushed it out. We did that three times and I helped him wipe down his legs, thighs and bum.

I presented the boy to the plugs that would sooner or later find their way into his little bottom. His eyes went wide as he of course reached for the largest one and explored it with his fingers. I don’t know why boys always focus on the bigger things, be it a dildo, like back with Anthony, or the biggest and meanest rollercoasters in amusement parks.

“No,” I answered John’s unspoken question, “We’re not starting with that one. It will be a very long time before you’ll get that one up your little hiney. This is the one you’ll sleep with tonight,” I said and traded the biggest plug for the considerable smaller starter plug. The difference in size was like comparing a small dog to a large horse.

I had him stand up on the stepstool and lean in over the counter. It brought his ass up to a manageable height as well as leave room to play with his small penis in front of him. With a lubed up finger I sought out his sphincter as I spread his butt cheeks a bit with the fingers of my other hand. I had put the plug on the stepstool between the boy’s feet. As I massaged his little opening, I reached for his dicky that had sprung into a firm erection by then.

‘Yeah, he sure is a born bottom,’ I thought as I started stroking his dick.

Before taking things further, I squeezed a little lube onto his dick then really went to work on it. I turned the massage of his butt hole into a bit of probing as I heard John start to emit his happy sounds. First one, and a couple of minutes later, two fingers made their way inside of him. Just as he reached his peak, I quickly removed my fingers and grabbed the plug. While still stroking the boy’s dick keeping him happy, I pushed the plug into place in one quick shove.

I wasn’t worried about hurting John, the circumference of the butt plug was only about half of the two fingers that had just been inside him seconds prior. I don’t think John even realized the plug was seated inside of him, not until his kiddy orgasm had died down and his sphincter had closed up around the base of the plug. I used a bit of toilet paper to wipe off the excess lube and checked if the plug was secure inside of him.

I tugged a little at the anchor-like base of the plug and noticed his sphincter moving a bit outwards with the pull, but as I let go of it, John’s ass sucked it right back in.

“There, all plugged up now.” I told him as I stood up and looked at John’s face in the mirror.

“That’s it?” He asked me, sounding almost disappointed.

“That’s it,” I agreed.

He hopped off from the stepstool and stopped in the middle of a step.

“I can feel it inside me,” he said.

“What does it feel like?”

“A bit like I have to poop. It feels weird.”

“You’ll get used to it real soon. Don’t try to poop it out. Even if you can poop this one out, you won’t really be able to poop the larger ones out.”

“I won’t. I kinda like it.”

He took some more steps around the bathroom then tried to look back at his bum. He of course couldn’t see anything from such a bad vantage point. In the end I picked him up and held him in front of the mirror, so he could see it that way.

“Did it go all the way into my bum?” he asked me, “I can’t see it.”

“No, your cheeks are just hiding it pretty well. Check it out now.”

I moved my hands and parted his cheeks just enough for him to see the red end sticking out of his butt hole.

“It looks like I’m pooping a really angry turd out.” John giggled.

“It kind of does.”

I placed him on his back on the changing pad, then put him into one of Andy’s diapers. I made sure it sat quite tight on the boy, both to add a little support to the plug and to prevent him from reaching into the diaper and remove the plug while he slept.

“How’s that buddy? Not too tight?” I asked him.

“’S fine. Can I pee in the diaper?”

“I do believe that’s one of the purposes of a diaper,” I said acting like a scientist.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he looked a bit dismayed at me, “I meant, will pee hurt the thingy, or maybe the thingy would make pee go into my bum?”

“Ah, well, the plug is just that, a plug. Nothing can go in or out of your bum while that is inside of you,” I explained, “and it’s made of silicone, that’s a bit like rubber, so pee and even poop can’t hurt it.”

“Good.”

With that, I helped him into his pajamas and we went into the bedroom. Andy’s that is. He had fallen asleep while we were still busy inside the bathroom, so John climbed into the top bunk quietly. I gave him an extended good night kiss, one that included the use of both our tongues. If it had the same effect on John as it had me, he had to have fallen asleep with one hell of a boner trapped inside that tight diaper he wore.

I gave my sleeping boy a kiss good night as well, albeit a lot more chaste, before I turned off his bed lamp and quietly closed the door behind me leaving the room.

The next morning I purposely woke up earlier than Andy. I wanted to get the plug out of John’s bottom before Andy would be up and around. It sort of went as planned, John woke and followed me groggily into the bathroom and allowed me to lift him up on the changing pad. Just as I was busy undoing John’s diaper, Andy walked into the bathroom.

“Daddy why are you up?” He asked me, then saw what I was doing.

He didn’t really say anything else until he saw me extract the plug from John’s butt.

“You slept with that up your bum?!”

John just looked at Andy for a second or two, then nodded his head up and down.

“Why?” Andy demanded to know.

John shrugged helplessly at Andy then looked at me, like he was seeking my help.

“John wanted to feel what it was like to have something other than a finger inside his butt,” I said.

Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. I hoped it would settle my son’s curiosity, although it would be a miracle if such a simple explanation would suffice.

“That’s weird,” Andy said, “what’s it feel like?”

“Good,” John answered.

He refused to elaborate when Andy wanted more information. Just said he should try it for himself, if he wanted to know so much about it. Which Andy of course rejected flat out. His butt was a one-way street, exit only. Except for when he was sick, then he would reluctantly and under much protesting accept a digital thermometer to sit just inside his sphincter. But only until it beeped, indicating that it had measured the highest obtainable temperature.

That and perhaps a very low volume enema to deal with constipation.

Well, John’s secret was now out, but Andy didn’t pay it much attention. We changed our bath routine a little to accommodate plugging John and still have enough time for some storytelling before lights out, so Andy wouldn’t fall asleep while waiting for John and I to finish up in the bathroom. I’d wash John first, then dry him quickly but thoroughly before he sat on the toilet. While he pooped, I’d wash Andy, leave him to splash around a bit while I flushed out John’s rectum.

Then I’d dry Andy’s body, have both boys brush their teeth as I dried his hair. Andy would then be diapered first, but not until I had sucked him off to orgasm. As he put on his pajamas and went to his bedroom, I’d suck off John and finger his bum and during his orgasm, I’d plug him up. Both boys diapered and wrapped in nightclothes, we would spend fifteen minutes just cozying in the lower bunk, before I’d kiss them goodnight.

Both boys were pleased with this arrangement. Andy didn’t seem jealous of the time I spent nor the affection I showed his best friend.

Six weeks after I first put the ‘baby’ plug into John, Andy’s birthday rolled up. He had begged and pleaded with both me, Michelle, both sets of grandparents and even asked John’s parents for the gift he wanted the most. He wanted it so bad.

“Daddy, if you get me this, I’ll never ask for anything else in my entire life!”

No, it wasn’t a power ranger, or any toy for that matter. It wasn’t a racing bike either. He wanted a cellphone. According to him, two from his class at school had already gotten one. I couldn’t see any reason for a boy, all of seven years old, to own a cellphone. My parents agreed with me, even they didn’t have one. Michelle? She was sort of drifting between maybe and no. In the end, her parents got him a cellphone. Without telling the rest of us about it.

As the invited kids were out playing in the yard, most of us adults were having a heated argument in the living room. The problem was that Andy had unwrapped the gift and seen the phone inside its box. I had also, as everyone else had, seen the light in his eyes as he realized what it was. Even if I really wanted Michelle’s parents to leave and take the bloody phone with them, it would have hurt Andy far too much to have the best present of his life taken away from him.

Not to mention the fact it would have driven an even bigger wedge in between Michelle’s parents and me. Our relationship still wasn’t the best even after more than seven years had passed since I’d declined to marry their daughter. After everyone had left, leaving my house looking like a hurricane had went through it, I sat down with Andy. The phone was still in the box, sitting on the coffee table in front of the boy on the couch.

“Andy,” I began but had a really hard time choosing the proper words, “Tiger. That phone in front of you, it isn’t a toy.”

He looked up at me then looked back at the box again. Said nothing.

“There are some rules you will have to obey at all times, before you can have it.”

“I’ll do everything you want.” He said before reaching out for the box.

I moved it out of his reach before he could grab onto it.

“I’m serious!”

“Dad! Gran got it for me.” He whined, then spat out angrily, “It’s MINE!”

“Gran bought it without talking to me first. Now, do you want to hear the rules, or do you want me to put this phone away for a year or two?”

“Fine!” Andy sulked, leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Good. First rule, you can only ever call your mom or me on this phone. Nobody else.”

“Aww.”

If someone looking at you could kill, I’d surely been dead by then. Andy didn’t like that rule, not one bit.

“Who can you call? And don’t say ghostbusters,” I tried to lighten him up a bit.

“You and mom.”

The joke flew over his head. We had seen the movie along with John, with the boys covering behind pillows at the more scary parts.

“Right. Second rule, I’m going to set up the phone to block anyone calling it apart from me and your mom. You’re not to tamper with that setting.”

“Okay.”

“Third rule, when you get to school, you will turn off the phone and you will leave it inside your schoolbag until the last bell.”

“Damn! That sucks!”

“Andy!” I was appalled, my sweet son was way too young to use such language.

He didn’t apologize to me, just said that he couldn’t take out the phone from his schoolbag. I repeated the part about it being powered off during the time in school. Then had him say it back to me. It was something we did in the Guard, when issuing orders. We always made sure an order was understood by having the person repeat it in their own words to make sure they actually knew what was expected. Anyone can behave like a parrot and just rattle off what you’ve told them.

But to explain it in own words, meant they had to use their brain to process the information then relay it back to the one issuing the command. Sometimes we made them explain what actions they’d take in order to carry out whatever they’d been commanded to do. Personally I didn’t do that a lot, only with people I didn’t know very well, and especially if I couldn’t check up on them every now and then.

Andy might only have been seven, but he understood the rules. I made him explain them to me a couple of times, then gave him the okay to break open the box. I half expected him to tear it to pieces but he treated the box like it was as valuable as the phone itself. He was a bit put down when he found out that it required a SIM card to work. Something the idiotic grandparents hadn’t thought of. We left it to charge overnight and played with some of his other gifts instead.

He had gotten two LEGO Technics sets. Yeah, he was just seven, but he knew how to build LEGO and the normal bricks weren’t so exciting to him at that age. The instructions were a bit tricky at times, but that’s where I was able to lend a hand.

The next day after work, Andy and I went to get a SIM card for his new phone. Back at home, I configured the phone, you have to remember this was before smartphones, so it was relatively easy to do. I only had to setup the pin code, 4444, (Andy’s favorite number was 4) and then add a couple of the entries to the contacts list. After that was done I enabled the setting of only allowing known contacts to be able to call it. There wasn’t an option to only allow dialing contacts, which meant I had to trust my son not to.

That done, I handed it over to Andy. He immediately called his mom and talked to her for about ten minutes. Well, he had a real conversation for the first couple of minutes, then it turned into “I’m doing this now, what are you doing?” questions.

“Oh okay. Bye mom,” Andy said and pressed the button to end the call.

I think Michelle had finally gotten frustrated with the lack of conversation and told Andy to get lost. Probably in a more polite way, but in a way that he understood at least. He didn’t call me, we were both in the same house after all. If he had called, I’d simply not picked up.

“Daddy, do you love John?”

We were having dinner and Andy asked me that question out of the blue.

“Hmm, let me think.”

I did that for a minute or so, then made up my mind.

“No, I don’t love John. I like him a lot, but I don’t love him, not like I love you, tiger.”

“You tell him you love him when you tuck him in.”

“I do?” I asked, then thought ‘Have I really done that?’

“Uh huh, like the last three or four times he slept over.”

‘Crap! He is right. I have said it. But why?’

“Well, tiger. I think I might love him like I’d love a special friend.”

“Does that mean you don’t love me anymore?”

Andy sounded truly hurt. I put down the fork I had in my hand and looked into my son’s eyes.

“Andy, you’re my son, I’ll always love you. More than anyone or anything in the whole wide world.”

“But you love John too?”

“I love a lot of people, Andy. I love your mother, my parents, John, you. Love can mean a lot of different things, you know? I bet you love John, right?”

Andy said he did.

“And, you love your mom too?”

“Of course.”

“Do you love me?”

“Daddy! You know I love you.”

“See, I bet you love a lot of other people too.”

I had to stop him from naming all the people he loved. I was worried he’d list everyone he had ever talked to. I tried to explain the difference between unconditional and conditional love. It wasn’t easy to explain at all. Particularly because I hadn’t really had a lot of romantic relationships in my life. Bah, who am I trying to fool here? I had never had one. Period.

I thought I had succeeded in explaining him what it all meant, at least until he later that evening asked me if I’d love him more if he’d let me stick my finger or ‘that red thing’ up his butt. Like I did to John.

“Andy, my son. There’s nothing you could possibly do to make me love you more. I already love you with all my heart and soul. It doesn’t mean a thing for me, whether or not you let me play with your bum. Your body is yours and yours alone. You and you alone decide what you want to happen to your body. Well, unless it’s for health reasons. So, yes, you’ll still get injections even if you don’t want them.”

I added the last bits, as I knew just how much Andy hated needles. But I wanted to have him understand that it was okay to have limits. That he could, and in fact should, just say no, if he don’t want to do something. And I actually meant it. Even if I’d jump at the opportunity to play with Andy’s bum hole, I respected him and cared so much for him that I wouldn’t lose any sleep over not having had my finger or something else up inside my son.

That also concluded Andy’s fifteen minutes of quiet time with me before lights out that night. I kissed him good night and left his room.

Chapter 30.
John gets to be a soldier, sort of.

“Teddy, would you mind watching John from Thursday after school to Monday morning?” Cheryl asked me, “I know it’s a lot to ask and as it is on such short notice, I understand if you have other plans.”

It was late Monday afternoon as she rang the doorbell wanting to know if I’d look after John. Believe it or not, I did have plans, at least for most of the Saturday anyway. I had to go to the shooting range with my squad. It was the last chance we had to practice as a squad before we dwindled down for the summer. It was mostly for ‘fun’ as Denmark really didn’t have any enemies we expected would try to invade us. That had practically ended as the iron curtain fell.

But the Guard still was part of the armed forces and as such, the members still had to know which end of the issued rifle was the dangerous one. Most of our real assignments were to lend the police a hand directing traffic, help guarding crime scenes or buildings that had been razed by fires. We also helped the ‘real’ army and navy when they needed an opposing force for their exercises.

That Saturday my platoon, along with platoons from other companies in our district would compete for the yearly trophies. One that my platoon, without bragging, usually won without really having to work for it. It was only a matter of proper training and we had the option to use a firing range twice a month to keep up our skills. I wasn’t the best rifleman in my company, as my job was to lead my men, not to shoot. If I had to fire my rifle, something would have gone seriously wrong.

The best I ever shot was 162 out of 200 points. The competition shootout was done both on a 100 meters and a 200 meters firing range, with three different firing positions; prone, kneeling and standing. The points were enough for a bronze marksman badge, which was pinned on the dress uniform. I only ever wore that uniform when ordered to, I really much preferred my BDU.

Cheryl was waiting for my answer to her plea. She was a little nervous for what it might be as she kept fidgeting with her hands.

“Cheryl, I’m not sure I can. I’m going out with the squad most of the Saturday, from early morning to 8 or 9 PM. Besides, Andy is going to Michelle’s Friday after school.”

“I know about Andy, I asked Michelle first. But she’s going for a weekend away with Hank and they’re taking Andy with them. They couldn’t change their reservation at the hotel for a bigger room, otherwise they’d have been happy to bring John with them.”

Hank! Now, that was the guy Michelle was fucking. It seemed like they were doing more than just fuck, if they were going to spend a weekend at a hotel and having Andy join them. Hopefully they wouldn’t include Andy in their bed activities.

‘Hah, He’d die from shame, if he saw his mom getting nailed by a guy.’ I thought. Andy knew how babies were made, but was disgusted of the guy having to insert his dick into the woman’s snatch. I think it was much the same way I thought when I was his age. Strange how one sexual activity could be so gross, when another, not so different activity done to someone of your own gender was perfectly okay.

“That still leaves Saturday as a problem,” I told Cheryl.

“Don’t you always say that there are no problems, only challenges?”

Argh, she was using my words against me.

“Anyway, couldn’t he just sit in your car while you did your thing?”

“You must be out of your mind, woman! I’m not leaving a child in my car for hours without supervision. No, that’s out of the question.”

“Sorry, I’m just really trying to think of a solution.”

“Why is it so important that I watch John for you anyway? And what about Jane?”

“Oh, Jane will go to my parents’ house, but John doesn’t really like to go there. My parents aren’t keen on watching him either, they say he’s always making trouble when he’s there.”

Now, that was hard to believe. I never saw John as a troublemaker. Quite the opposite in fact. He was always trying very hard to please me and Andy when he was at my house. Maybe it was because he never got bored while at my house.

“Okay, so where are you and Lyle going?”

“Lyle is going to an automotive exhibition in Hamburg and he asked me if I wanted to go with him. It’ll most likely be the only kind of vacation we’ll be getting this year.”

“Right. I have to ask my Commander if I can bring John on Saturday. I’ve really no clue whatsoever of what he’ll say though. If he says yes, then I’ll watch John for you.”

“Oh thank you so much, Teddy. I’m starting to understand why John likes you so much.”

‘If only you knew all of it, I’m not sure you’d be so grateful,’ I thought, but said, “Don’t thank me yet. Let me call him first.”

My commander was in his car on the way home from work as I reached him on the phone. He didn’t need any time to consider my request, just told me straight away to bring the kid. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me now that I think about it. A lot of people in the Guard have families, my commander included. So he knew just how hard it could be to make a schedule where everything added up. I knew I was far better off than most of the others, at least I only had a kid to worry about half of the time.

Okay, it wasn’t like I enjoyed having to live without Andy every other week. The house, indeed my life, felt so empty when he wasn’t around. There were nights where I’d fall asleep in his bed because I missed him. The faint scent of him on his pillow calmed me enough to fall asleep.

“Okay, first obstacle cleared,” I told a very happy Cheryl.

She hugged me and said she’d find a way to repay this huge favor. Andy even poked out his head from his room, where he had been doing his homework to find out what the commotion was all about. Not like kids in pre-school gets a lot of homework, but I made sure he did all of what there was. I didn’t want him to end up like me, struggling in school ending up having to learn everything the real hard way. I’d check when he thought he was done and if it wasn’t correct, I’d help him understand where he made mistakes.

He lit up when he heard that John was going to spend the night with him from Thursday to Friday. Then quieted right down when I told him it was a school night and there’d be no changes in the routines just because John would be here. Not for the boys anyway. I’d have to skip my Friday after-work-beer with the guys from work, as I’d have to be home early that day waiting for John to arrive from school.

Thursday turned up quicker than expected and with it came John on his bike. He’d graduated from the school bus to riding his bike to and from school. It really wasn’t very far, but the kids had to cross a somewhat busy street to get there. Because of that, preschoolers rode with the school bus, if they weren’t followed by a parent or older sibling to school. During preschool, they’d learn the basics of how to safely walk and eventually ride a bike in traffic.

John arrived at my house twenty minutes earlier than the bus dropped off Andy. We talked about what had happened at school and if he had any homework for the next day. He only had a bit of math to do, which he did with Andy as they had an afternoon snack. After I checked their assignments were done, they were ready to play. That’s until I reminded Andy that he had to load the washing machine with our dirty clothes. I know, chores suck and kids should be allowed to be kids for as long as possible.

Andy’s chores were quite simple and quickly done, that would of course change over the years as he grew older and was able to do more. Loading the washing machine was like the simplest thing he had to do at the time. The clothes were already sorted, white(ish) clothes in one hamper, colored clothes in another. I had put in the right amount of soap and fabric softener and even selected the right program; so all he had to do was move the clothes from the hamper into the machine, close the door and push one button.

I could have done that myself, it had been much quicker too I bet. But if doing something simple like that would help him evolve into a responsible kid and later grownup, then he bloody well had to. He also had to move the clothes from the washing machine into the tumble dryer. Again I had preset the thing, I’d hate for our clothes to shrink to baby sizes. Andy did his small jobs without much fussing and when he’d finish one task, he’d solemnly cross out the task on the piece of paper that listed his tasks for the week.

After dinner, John and Andy spent some time picking up his bedroom, then vacuumed it. I gave them a quick bath, didn’t spend time to play with their small erections as tempting as it was, but they needed to be in bed with lights out at 8:45 PM. Any later and Andy would be near impossible to function in the morning. Having two boys to get ready for school and only one of me, I didn’t exactly need any further challenges. I threatened them with ‘serious consequences’ if they didn’t close their eyes immediately and go to sleep.

That seemed to work as when I later checked on them, both were sleeping. I spent a little time just enjoying the sight and sound of the sleeping kids, one of my favorite times of being a parent. It could have been so much worse, based on the horror stories I heard other parents at work and in the Guard tell. Andy could be a handful at times, especially if he got into his stubborn mode, but he never really got into tantrums. He had done that when he was younger of course.

I remember once in a big hybrid market where he threw a fit because he wanted a bag of candy. He was four then. It was pretty late in the afternoon and both he and I were tired. First I tried to make him put the bag back where he found it, but he wouldn’t. When I finally managed to liberate it from his claw like clutches he started wailing like a siren. Briefly I thought of giving in, what’s a couple of bucks to cheer up a little guy?

I felt like everybody in the market looked at me, probably thinking I was a bad parent and it would have been so easy to just give him what he wanted. It would have quieted him right down and made the shopping a bit more cheerful. However, what would happen next time he saw something that he desperately wanted? Something that wasn’t just a couple of bucks, maybe much too expensive for me to get him.

As I didn’t really see where he had gotten the bag of candy from, I put it on the shelf right next to where we were. Andy went into the cart, it had a seat for toddlers to sit. That didn’t stop him crying, if anything, it only made it worse. He didn’t want to sit there but couldn’t get out on his own, so he started hitting the handlebar in front of him. Grabbing his hands I started talking to him. It took some time before he’d shut up long enough to hear what I said.

Five minutes later he was happily munching on a banana, still confined to the toddler seat in the cart. Similar episodes occurred every now and then of course, but slowly he learned that he couldn’t have everything he wanted. I suppose that’s one of the reasons he saved his money, that one day he’d go and buy exactly whatever, whenever he wanted it. I just hoped he would listen to reason when that day would come.

The boys were sleeping and it didn’t take me much more than an hour to follow them into the land of nod. Friday began as planned, both boys got out of bed at 7AM, half an hour later than myself. John did his morning business in the bathroom on his own and I made short process of Andy’s diaper. They ate breakfast as I prepared their lunches then helped them brush their teeth and comb/brush their hair.

We all left the house a few minutes before 8AM, John by bike, Andy by school bus and finally I got in my car. That flat out refused to start. The battery was fine, the fuel gauge indicated more than half a tank of gas, but the bloody engine wouldn’t fire up. Lyle was, as you might remember, out of town, and he was the guy I’d normally call in cases like this. I did have a roadside assistance subscription, whom I called.

And was told they’d come to help as soon as they could, but the little girl I talked to on the phone had no idea of when that just might be. I had to call my boss who was none too pleased about me missing the weekly department meeting we always had on Fridays from 10AM until lunch at 11:30AM. He knew that I couldn’t possibly get there in time unless I took a taxi. Which he after all didn’t want to pay for and couldn’t order me to spend my own money on.

I ended up participating in the meeting via phone, interrupted when the mechanic finally arrived to have a look at my car. The fuel filter underneath the car had packed up, he didn’t have one with him, but actually went and bought one for me. I only had to pay for the cost of the filter, everything else was covered by the subscription. When I called back, the meeting had finished and my boss, now a bit more human, told me to just take the rest of the day off.

I had plenty of overtime to cover for the missed day anyway. He was a bit shocked to hear just how much I had, it apparently was against the rules but an exception was made. He didn’t want to take money out of his somewhat tight budget to pay me for the extra hours, something I really wasn’t interested in anyway. I’d just have to work less hours until I was under the limit again. Again something that sucked for me, as the stuff I had to do wouldn’t just magically become less.

I would simply have to work faster, which for a guy working for the government is, or ought to be, a crime.

I spent some of the time I’d suddenly been given, sorting out my uniform, gear and rifle, making sure everything was in order for the following day. Then went and mowed the lawn and pulled weeds. Nothing I like doing, but I do like a garden that looks at least a bit well kept. I was pretty much just trying to make the time pass until John would return from school. Andy would go straight to his mom’s house.

When John came back, we sat down and had a snack while we talked. He saw my gear laying ready on the floor and his eyes sparkled. Then he saw my rifle. Well, the bits that made up my rifle that is. I’d greased all of them in break-free gun oil, letting it soak in for a bit.

“Is that your gun?” He asked.

“It sure is, buddy.”

“Is it real?”

“Yes, it isn’t a toy gun, it’s an AR-15. Fully automatic,” I tried making it sound impressing to him.

“Can I touch it?”

“You can help me assemble it.”

“COOL!”

Right, before you go ape-shit on me, the rifle was and still is safe. It isn’t like I let John try it out in my backyard or anything. We simply sat down and wiped the oil off the parts and when they were clean and we were quite messy, I told him how to put them all together. Then how to pull back the bolt so he could pull the trigger to a very satisfying loud ‘click’. Well, I had to pull back the bolt, as he didn’t have the strength to do it safely. I removed the bolt and locked both that and the rifle inside my gun safe.

I helped him scrub his hands and forearms clean of the oil and then he wanted to check out the rest of the gear. He put on the harness and belt which was of course way too big for him. The belt was hanging like a loop around his knees and the various bags fitted to it nearly touched the floor. I just had to take a picture of him standing like that, he was simply too damn cute to pass the opportunity. We watched TV and had cheeseburgers for dinner, followed by a little more TV watching.

I asked him if he wanted me to give him a bath and he accepted, kind of.

“Only if I can wash you too,” he told me.

We took turns washing different parts of our bodies, I’d wash his chest then he’d wash mine. His right arm next, my right arm. He mimicked me all through the various body parts, right down to the naughty bits. Which I’m happy to say that he spent a long time making sure were washed well. Even my asshole got cleaned by a probing finger, which was more than I did to his. I didn’t stop him though. When we were done, he hopped onto the throne and did his evening bowel movement.

“Do you want to practice tonight?” I asked him.

He knew exactly what I was thinking and nodded his head, “do it like the first time?”

“Okay. I think you’re ready to be upgraded though.”

“What?”

“You’re ready for the next size plug.”

“Oh,” he didn’t look too comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start with the smallest, then when you’re good and ready the next one will slide right in.”

He still didn’t look convinced. The bigger plug wasn’t overly large but still considerably larger than the one he had gotten used to slipping in by then.

“Do you trust me?”

“Uh huh.”

“You know I’d never do anything that would really hurt you?”

He nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Okay buddy. It will probably be slightly uncomfortable when the widest part of the plug goes into your bum. But once it’s in, it’ll feel pretty much the same as the one you already have tried.”

“Okay.”

With that said, he presented his bum to me to have it filled with water. When he was flushed out, he went up on the stepstool in front of the sink and the mirror and pushed back his butt towards me. I slicked it up with lube, making sure to spread it not only on his anus but also a bit of the skin outside it. I didn’t want the plug to be able to touch any skin that wasn’t lubricated. Grabbing the smallest plug I pushed it at his sphincter, gently, giving the muscle time to relax.

While I did that, I started stroking his dick and sliding my fingers over his firm ball sack. It still looked a bit out of proportion to the rest of his body, like his balls had gotten a head start towards puberty. John was still shy of his eight years birthday, so he was nowhere near entering puberty. The balls just looked massive on the boy, like you sometimes see on newborn boys. When he started purring from my attention to his private bits, I pushed harder on the plug.

It slid further into the boy, spreading his anus more around the ever widening stalk of the plug. As I felt it starting to be sucked in by the muscle, I pulled back on it. I needed his sphincter to adjust to the widest part, not for it to swallow the plug and close up behind it. I kept moving the widest part in and out of the boy for a few minutes until the motion was quite effortless.

“John, I’m about to take this one out and put in the bigger one. Try to keep your bum hole relaxed, okay?”

He looked at me in the mirror and nodded, before he once again submitted to the feelings he was experiencing. If you’re never seen a boy lost in pleasure, I can only provide a very poor description of it. John had a look of deep relaxation in his face, every now and then interrupted by a frown or a slight smile. His cheeks were a bit red, while most of his ears were flaming red. He looked almost feverish, but the fever running through his body was caused by the powerful feelings glowing from his midsection.

Hoping he was able to stay relaxed I gently eased the plug out of his by then not-so-tight anus. I swapped it with the bigger one, I had already prepared it with lube. As it made contact with the skin, I saw John momentarily puckering up his sphincter. He bore down, forcing it to open back up and I pushed in the plug about an inch. Just enough for it to breach through both inner and outer muscle of his anus. This first inch was about as wide as the first plugs widest part.

I could have pushed all of the plug inside John right then but it would have been painful for him. Instead I took my time, easing it a tiny fraction of an inch out, before pushing just a bit further into him. When there was only a small way to go before the widest part would enter him, I changed my grip on his dick. I held it firmer, my stroking got more intense, bringing him closer to his kiddy orgasm. John was breathing harder, his quiet moans got a bit higher, shorter but with less time in between.

Like I had done the first time, just as I felt the orgasm sweep through his body, I plunged the plug the rest of the way into his bum. John let out a little shriek as the plug went in, but his orgasm diverted his mind from the slight pain he must have felt. I held the plug tight inside his hole, the two anchor-like taps sitting lowest in the valley between his butt cheeks. I kept my fingers on it for another couple of minutes, wanting to make sure his anus had shrunk enough in size to hold it inside his butt without pushing out the plug.

While I held it inside the boy, I tenderly stroked his butt cheeks and placed small kisses all over his lower back. When I was certain the plug was safely anchored inside John, I stood up and hugged him from behind.

“How does it feel?”

“Big! It hurt when you stuck it all the way in.”

“Did it hurt much?”

“Kinda.”

“I’m sorry. Are you okay now?”

“Uh huh. Let me down.”

He hopped off the stepstool. Then walked around carefully at first, but then with more confidence.

“I can feel it touching that spot inside my bum.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Strange. Funny. Better than the first one really.”

“Great. Think you can fall asleep with it inside?”

He actually let out a yawn before saying that he wasn’t sure but nevertheless wanted to try. I wrapped him in a diaper again, upon his request, then allowed him to sleep with me in my bed. Which probably wasn’t the best idea I could have gotten, but I had forgotten all about how a boy sleeps at night. The sensation of having a full rectum probably didn’t help either. Even as John squirmed a lot in his sleep, I managed to pass out as well.

If the night had been sort of bad, the following morning was everything but. I woke up to the feeling of John slobbering all over my dick beneath the covers. I’m not sure how he had gotten me to turn onto my back, but that was the position I was in. John was on his knees, his diaper-clad butt protruding out from the thin duvet. Lifting the duvet I had a look inside.

“Morning buddy.”

Disengaging my dick, he looked at me and smiled, “Hi Teddy,” he replied before sucking the head of my dick back inside his mouth.

If I had any doubts before, now I knew who had taught Andy to suck cock. Even with a bladder that was wanting relief, I maintained my hard-on and was well on my way towards orgasm. John had pulled back my foreskin and used his tongue to lick firmly at my glans. All of a sudden my clock radio blared out with its annoying klaxon alarm. I got a bit of a scare as did John, but he continued sucking me when I had turned off the alarm.

We still had plenty of time, I’d set the alarm to wake me an hour earlier than needed just to be able to hit the snooze button a couple of times before getting out of bed for real. I must say that if I’d be given the choice, I’d much prefer to be awakened by someone sucking on my dick.

‘Maybe I should add that to the list of Andy’s chores,’ I thought and chuckled at the idea.

Alas, it would be hard to explain why there was such an entry on the board of chores. Besides, sex should only be for pleasure and fun, not a job.

In the end, I decided to speed up my orgasm by jerking off while John did what he could to lick and nibble at my exposed dick head. When I came, he nursed from my dick and swallowed every last drop I had pumped out. Then moved up so he could kiss me. His mouth tasted like cum, but I suppose that’s better than morning breath. Upon feeling up his diaper I could tell he had wet it.

“I peed in it before falling asleep,” he informed me with a slight blush.

“That’s what diapers are for my friend. Did you go this morning?”

He shook his head. So I told him to go ahead and pee. I put my hand on top of the diaper right where his dicky had to be. He made a slight hissing sound and I could actually feel the diaper absorbing the added wetness. It took a few minutes for the warmth of it to spread to the surface and that was when I decided to get out of bed. I seriously needed a pee of my own at the time. We went to the bathroom and I pissed in the toilet, then got John up on the counter.

I cleaned his diaper area with a damp washcloth, but when I reached for the plug John surprised me.

“Can I keep it inside?” he asked.

“John, we’re going to be outside for the entire day, there are no private places where we can remove the plug. I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

There were a couple of toilets at the range, but they were truly horrific to use. I’ve only had to use one of them once and I made damn sure never to put myself in a situation where I’d have to do that again. They were of the composting type, basically an upgraded latrine. I won’t describe the foul stench that you’d experience inside one of those ‘toilets’. Suffice to say, I’d rather dig a hole in the ground and take a dump into that than go into the toilets.

There were sheds for materials such as targets and monitors for the electronic scoring systems, but the place would literally be crawling with uniformed men and women. I suppose if I really had to, I could think up an excuse to get in the car and drive to a secluded spot where we could remove the plug. But that was only if John got really uncomfortable I’d do that.

“If you want to wear it for the day, it’s not coming out until we get back here. Which will be around 9PM tonight.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not going to say anything about having a plug up your ass. Not to me, not to anyone. Understand?”

He nodded. And nodded again when I told him he couldn’t reach back to adjust it at any time either. He got down on the floor and I had him move around, even skip around in the living room. I wanted to see if the plug could work itself out as he went about. It still sat tight in his butt when I pulled at it afterwards. I asked him to put on his clothes and then checked from every angle if there was anything that looked remotely out of order.

Fortunately his mom had gotten him some jeans to grow into, they sat quite loosely on the boy and he had to wear a belt with them, otherwise they’d slip down on their own. Tennis socks, trainers and a t-shirt completed his outfit for the day. I had him bring a jumper and his jacket, just in case.

As for myself, I put on knee socks, a pair of boxer tights, an olive-green t-shirt, a rather long olive-green long-sleeved shirt and the camouflaged M/84 BDU pants and jacket. I had a pair of rain clothes in one of the bags on the webbing as well as a windbreaker in one of the many pockets in the pants. All geared up, I think I carried an extra weight of about 25 pounds, on top of that came the rifle and ammunition. The latter I’d get on the range of course.

John strapped himself into the back seat sitting on Andy’s booster seat while I put the rifle and webbing in the luggage compartment of the car. We had about two hours travel to the range which we spent listening to the radio and chatting. Well, the chatting stopped kind of abruptly when John fell asleep about halfway through the drive. I woke him with about ten minutes left to go.

“John, when we get there, you know you won’t be able to tag along with me, right?”

“Yeah.”

“There are two very friendly guys who will look after you, while I’m doing my job. I want you to listen to them and do everything they ask you to. No fussing or talking back to them. Got it?”

“I’ll be good.”

“That’s all I want from you. Now, I do not want you to walk around on your own, wherever you go, always, and I mean always, have someone in uniform with you. People will be firing their weapons and it will be real bullets. If you don’t know where you’re going, you might be walking into an area where it is really dangerous.”

“Okay, Teddy.”

“If I’m told you’ve not been on your very best behavior, I will punish you when we get home. And then I’ll never take you to something like this again.”

He gulped and looked rather scared at those words. Trust me, I didn’t feel any joy expressing those words, but I would have beaten his little ass to a pulp, if he wandered off on his own. The range we were headed for, was not just one range, it was a 17 by 2 km stretch of land. There were some fixed shooting ranges there, but primarily it was an area where you could set up your own ranges using a variety of different scenery.

As there was no way of really telling where people would be shooting, unless you had the map of the day and knew how to read it; one could very easily walk into an area that looked perfectly safe, but suddenly find bullets flying around their heads. So if I scared John a little that morning, I didn’t do so for my own fun. If it meant he’d pay more attention to what the guys told him, it was well worth it. Besides I had talked to one of them and I knew some of the things they had in store for him. He’d have a fun time I was sure.

I pulled up at the parking lot and as always there was a bit of confusion with so many people wearing the same clothes. We were at least 250 men and women in uniform, a lot of them I recognized, some I had taught myself, others had attended the same courses as I had. I stopped to exchange pleasantries with some of them and they said hi to John. He seemed a bit overwhelmed and held tight to my hand.

If he lost sight of me, it would have taken him forever to find me again in this small sea of people who all looked exactly the same from a distance of 15 meters. I made my way through to where my platoon had been ordered to assemble. There I found the two supply guys from my company. One a Sergeant First Class, and the other a private. They were there to make everything work smoothly behind the scenes. They were also to be John’s babysitters.

I introduced them to John and hunched down in front of the boy.

“Remember what I said, buddy. And have fun too,” I said and gave him a hug. I straightened back up and let the guys know that he hadn’t have breakfast yet.

‘Apart from a small dose of proteins sucked out of my prick,’ I thought.

They told me not to worry and I left them to go join my squad. Most of the guys were there, which was a welcomed surprise. We were supposed to be ten guys in a squad, and we were ten in mine. At least on paper. Most of the time I was lucky if six showed up to our biweekly meetings. This time we only missed the anti-tank helper, but we weren’t expecting to be going up against armored vehicles anyway. We talked for about 10 minutes until we heard a loud whistle blow.

As people stopped talking orders were barked out. I saw my platoon leader and headed towards him double time. Then I yelled for my squad to line up in three columns. Within minutes most of the 250 men and woman were lined up in three, somewhat straight columns. Even the supply team lined up at the end, and right at the very end of the line, there was John.

The platoon leaders (lieutenants) barked out another order, prompting all of us squad leaders to turn around on the spot and bark our own orders.

“First squad, attention,” I said firmly. I could hear the other squad leaders addressing their squads the same way I did. I don’t know the proper English expressions, but I had the squad form straighter lines, then stand at attention. When I was satisfied I ordered them at ease and turned about to face my platoon leader, standing at ease as well. When the three squads in the platoon were ready, the lieutenant stood at attention and saluted me.

I promptly returned the salute and told him how many were present in my squad including myself. He saluted me again with the proper thank you. Then went on to do the same with the other two squads. As the last one had delivered his numbers, the lieutenant ordered us to join our squads. As we did that, the lieutenant turned to face the colonel in charge of our district. It wasn’t often he got out into the field with the grunts, but when he did, we made sure to go through with the drill.

He listened to the numbers the lieutenants rattled off to him, then ordered them to join the rest of us. Then he addressed all of us, making us straighten up the three columns some more. When we were standing at ease again, he welcomed us to the annual shooting contest and explained what we’d be doing throughout the day. All of the squads would have to go through six different shooting ranges/courses.

We’d be given the scenarios and rules of engagement prior to each of them and those were the words from him. He returned the command to our lieutenant and he dismissed us. Then straight away ordered the squad leaders to him. He just told us that he was summoned to get orders for the day and left me in command of the entire platoon, while he was absent. He took off and I told the other two sergeants to ready their men (and women) for battle and they had 40 minutes to do so.

They knew what it entailed, so I didn’t elaborate my order. It meant that everyone should’ve had breakfast, their weapons should be assembled and checked; their gear had to be in order, all pockets closed and so on. Basically forty minutes later everybody had to be ready to move out. I went and got my corporal busy doing just that and left him in charge of the squad. I went to quickly check up on John, but I could see he was busy as well.

I didn’t want to interrupt so I went back to my squad and got my own weapon ready. My corporal was busy getting the squad prepared for battle, using the little pamphlet all of us NCOs had a copy of. We both knew it by heart but still followed it religiously. One from the supply team came over and asked me to send a couple of guys over to him from each squad. It was time for us to pick up our goodies. When the grunts returned they had a couple of cases of ammunition, 5.56 for the AR-15s and one case of 7.62 for our machine gun.

They also brought food rations and a few other bits and pieces like our ‘makeup’. I quickly ate enough to satisfy my hunger and just a bit more, not knowing when I’d be able to eat again. After that, I put on makeup, covering every bit of exposed skin in green, black and brown colors. It was really a bitch to remove and it itched when you worked up a sweat. As the squad leader, I was a role model to my men, so I couldn’t very well complain or refuse to wear it.

When the allotted time had passed, the two other sergeants came and told me they were ready to go. My own squad was just wrapping up as well and now we only needed the lieutenant. He was nowhere in sight, so I put the platoon on a five minute readiness alert. I lit up a smoke and sat with my men. They were of course quite worked up, ready to go and shoot their weapons. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

The lieutenant finally showed up, with a lot of information but nowhere near ready to go into battle himself. He gave me my orders for the first event of the day, pointed out on the map where the range started and which way to get there. We had to hustle as they were already waiting for us there! I got a brief lay down of the scenario, it was quite simple fortunately. The first event for us, was a reaction test.

We had to move from A to B, through terrain and just shoot at any targets we might spot along the way. Once I had my orders, I quickly assembled my squad, gave the map to my scout who located the landmarks he could use along the route to get to the range. While he did that, I informed the rest of the group of our objectives and in what formation I wanted the squad. To get to the start of the range, we’d just move single file, with about ten meters in between each buddy team and a couple of meters between each buddy.

That set, we went off.

I’m not going to bore you with all of the details of the shooting, nor the tactics we used (some of the tactics are probably classified). We did quite okay, though. My machine gunner got the trophy for most hits, unfortunately we didn’t get the best marksman trophy, ending up in second place for that. At around 1PM we were ordered to return to where we had started out from. We were given a two hours break as we arrived. Most of the guys welcomed it, as the morning had really been stressful.

I left my squad to the corporal but told him to get some rest himself. Then went looking for John. I found him behind the truck our supply guys had driven. He was being drilled by the sergeant first class, both having fun. The private showed the proper moves and John would then do them too. He walked around, following the orders from Kevin. As I approached, Kevin ordered John to halt and then turn to his left. John saw me and smiled at me.

Kevin told him to keep his eyes front as he was standing at attention. John quickly did so and was dismissed. He came running over to me and hugged me around my waist as he got close enough.

“Are you having fun, buddy?” I asked the top of his head.

“Yeah, it’s super fun.”

I asked Kevin if John had behaved himself and he confirmed that. Then I asked about lunch and Kevin looked sheepishly at me.

“Damn, Teddy. I completely forgot.”

“Well, no harm done. Do you have a ration for him?”

Kevin quickly procured an unopened ration and handed it to John.

“I’ll bring him back after our break, okay?” I asked Kevin and thanked both him and the private for keeping an eye on him.

“It’s quite alright, he’s a fun chap.”

I took John to where my squad was resting. The guys were sitting or lying in the long grass in the welcomed shade from some high trees. Most had shucked off their jackets trying to cool off a little. That was against the standard operating procedures but we were officially on break, so I let it go. In fact I took off my own jacket and the shirt followed it. We had travelled about four miles on foot that morning, but it had been a mix of running, crawling and walking.

I sat down in the center of my men, they had formed a circle, I’m not sure if they had done so on their own, or if my corporal had gotten them to do so. But I was impressed nonetheless. John asked me why they were positioned like that.

“Well, buddy. When we’re out in the terrain like this, and we don’t know if there might be any bad guys out there, we always protect ourselves. See, all of them are facing away from the center, so no one is able to sneak up on us.”

“But, there are no bad guys out there?”

“No, not now. But if we always sit or lay like this, then when and if we really need to do it, everyone knows what to do.”

One of my men told John to listen to me, that I knew what I was talking about. He said it without moving his eyes from his designated area. It was nice to hear that coming from him, as he had been in the army, even on international missions, before joining the Guard. He didn’t always seem to approve of me as the guy in charge, so those words from him meant a lot.

I told John to get something to eat and he tore open one of the two boxes holding his ration. Then he picked up the toothbrush that was inside and giggled at it.

“You can’t eat that buddy.”

“No, but why is it in there?”

“We can’t bring a lot of stuff of our own into the field with us. So essentially there’s everything you’d need to be able to fight for 24 hours in those two boxes. Well, you need water and ammunition too, but other than that, everything is in there.”

He shifted through the stuff and found a sponge. Which was for cleaning the silverware my corporal informed John.

“Let’s start cooking your lunch, then we can look at the other stuff in there,” I told John.

The new rations we had been issued contained ready to eat meals, complete with chemicals to heat the stuff. We were lucky this time as the meals were chili con carne with rice. Something I knew John liked. I showed him how to place the bag with the chili and the bag with rice into a third bag. Then poured some water into the bag and closed it tight. I did the same with my own, then put both of the bags inside my jacket.

“They’ll be ready to eat in about 15 minutes,” I said.

Then went about explaining what all the other items were. Some he knew, like the little chocolate bar. Protein bars and fruit bars were unknown but still sampled. Coffee mix and tea bag was discarded as uninteresting as well as the canned mackerel in tomato. He had a brief look at the bag of dehydrated oatmeal and fruit pieces. He made a sour face at it and he hadn’t even been forced to eat that stuff. I’ve tried it twice and I didn’t like it myself. As far as I know, oatmeal isn’t supposed to be crunchy.

When he had been through both boxes he asked if that was all.

“Yeah, it’s not like McDonald’s, kid,” another of my men laughed.

We ate our chili con carne, which John did enjoy but it was a bit too spicy for his young taste buds. He survived it however by drinking lots of water with it. He damn well nearly emptied my canteen, but that was okay. I had a smoke, then rested my head on my webbing, put my junglehat over my eyes and had a catnap. When I sat up half an hour later John was smiling at me. But he was no longer the sweet boy who had been in the car with me that morning.

“Oh guys. You did not do that!”

“He wanted to look like us,” my corporal tried.

“And that he does. Now, whom amongst you will get it off of his face later?” I asked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought!” I said as there were no volunteers.

John looked like a miniature version of Rambo. His face was covered in camouflage paint. Not one spot was the usual pink shade. Not even around his eyes.

“Buddy, you’ll cry tonight,” I said shaking my head at him.

“I won’t!” he objected.

But he did. The only way to get that muck off your face is to cover it with shampoo then scrub vigorously with a wet washcloth. The soap will get into your eyes and it does sting. But short of letting it sit there and walk around looking like a cheap whore with a ton of eyeliner on, it’s the best way to remove it. I removed it as carefully as I could, but he still cried a river. Apart from that, he told me, it had been one of the best days of his life.

We did have some slight issues getting the plug back out. It was of course designed to go in relatively smoothly and be hard to remove. Which it sure was, I had to pull on the taps, none-too-gently either, as John strained the best he could to poop it out. He took a couple of breaks while I kept tugging at the plug and finally it literally popped out of his ass hole. He gasped loudly as it left his body. I gave him three enemas, the last of which was a fairly high volume one.

I didn’t want him to get constipated from having had a plug inside of him for nearly 24 hours. Afterwards, he told me, it felt empty back there.

“Hmm, buddy. If you want to, we could try the real thing now?”

He looked at me, seemingly considering my offer.

TBC