Meaningless Drops
No more fussing from my boy. No more hints for actions or desires and wishes. No more asking to come to bed, or getting naked in front of me expecting something. Mainly, it is all about expectations. My boy isnāt expecting something anymore, because he knows thereās nothing to desire. I got him to the point he is just an obedient docile little boy.Ā
Maybe he looks like a man, but he isnāt one. Yes, he does have a manās body, he has a manās job, and for the outside observer, nothing could indicate that he has zero sexual desires. That another man took that from him.
When he gets home after a long manly day, he knows to strip down naked and wait for me on the changing mat in the living room. Itās his routine. It took many punishments to get to this point, but he made it. Lots of sore butt cheeks, corner time, mouth soaping, chastity cages, scoldings, and talks while sitting on my lap. All of that isnāt necessary these days, itās far in the past.
One of my main goals was to stop him from cummimg, at all. He wasnāt allowed to jerk off or hump his diapers. At some point, I stopped fucking him, so even anal pleasure was foreign to him by now. I know it was very hard for him at the beginning. He was turning and rolling in his crib, whining in sexual misery behind his pacifier, longing for a release, but knowing the costs of cumming without my permission, stopped him from doing anything.
Now he lays on the changing mat, a thick diaper, baby powder, a pacifier, a onesie, and Ā his teddy bear, all laid down beside him, while his small penis is flaccid, resting on his blue tight balls. When his balls are blue and tight, itās my time to give him that release. Not because he wants to, but because it is what his body needs. I want my boyās body to be healthy. I slide the pacifier slowly into his mouth, which he submissively takes. I unfold the thick diaper, which crinkles under my boyās butt when he rests it on the diaper. I brought some lube with me and put some over my palm. I rub my hands and cover them. My boy looks at me, he knows whatās going on, but he isnāt excited at all, nothing is sexual for him, and his small penis still rests. I draw circles on his hole, like turbulence until I stuck it firmly inside of his body. He gasps and his chest goes up, then down. His balls pumping, but his penis is still soft. My finger founds his prostate and starts massaging it. The boyās body tenses as his balls pump. The last step is very easy and going to finish the process. With my other hand, I use one finger and just tap the boyās penis on its head.
White and thick drops of cum pumping rapidly onto his blue balls. Itās no climax by any means, he doesnāt seem to enjoy it like a man would. He only whimpers and cooing into his pacifier gag. One can only guess how this process is for him.
Meaningless drops that will disappear in scented wet wipes. This is what they are, nothing more.



















