Date: Wed, 25 May 2016 21:54:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: travis smith <travis_s94@yahoo.com>
Subject: Before He Came, Part 4

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			      Before He Came
		(A memoir of a boy formally know as Ronnie)
				  Part 4

	"Pops.  Excuse me, Sir.  But you really don't want the princess
running with us, at least not just yet!"  Max enthusiastically exclaimed.

	The room became very quiet as all eyes focused on me.

	"And why don't I want the princess to run with us?"  The Gunny
questioned.

	"He will just be in the way and hold us back.  He's not ready.  We
should just go by ourselves and I can work with him later so as not to
bother or interfere with you."  Max proudly suggested.  "Believe me, Sir,
he will just frustrate the whole workout."  Max said beaming.  I didn't
know if he was on my side, thinking he would save me the embarrassment of
going outside and into the neighborhood wearing little girl's panties and
running with them knowing there was no way I could keep up.  But I figured
he had something more sinister in mind.

	The Gunny stared hard at me boring a hole right through me.  My
mother offered no assistance.  Max stood behind me smiling.  "Fine!"  The
Gunny finally decided.  "Take him to the latrine and then put him to bed,
the little princess can have a nap while we workout then you can work
one-on-one with him later."  The Gunny announced.

	My mother was non-committal.  Max was ecstatic.  I was mortified.
I hadn't taken a mid-day nap in years and the thought of another of Max's
training sessions added greatly to my discomfort and misery.

	"Aye, aye, Sir."  Max popped to attention and shouted as the Gunny
and my mother continued on to his bedroom, leaving Max to tend to me.  With
Max again smiling as The Grinch.

	Max grabbed me by the collar and lead me to the bathroom.  Closing
the door behind us he pushed me toward the toilet telling me to pee as he
made certain the door was locked.  I moved to the toilet and just stood
there feeling miserable.  I still didn't like having to pee in front of Max
and my misery was compounded with the fact I was still wearing little
girl's underwear.  Suddenly Max smacks my butt bringing me out of my daze.

	"Are you just stupid or are you intentionally trying to piss me
off?!"  He questions as he smacks me several more times.  "I told you, when
you pee, you sit down like the girl you are.  Now, turn around, drop your
pretty panties and sit down and pee!  Or do I have to give you another
session over my knees?"  He asked, emphasizing his question with one last
hard smack.

	"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry."  I meekly said as I obeyed his instructions,
turning around, I looked at Max who had a huge smile across his face, then
pulled the panties down and sat down on the toilet as Max looked down on me
in triumph.

	As I sat there trying to pee, still being self-conscious with
having Max watch me, Max moved close and stood in front of me.  Slapping me
on my thighs with both hands he says smiling: "Come on, hurry up princess,
we don't have all day, got to get you ready for your nap!"  Followed by
another couple of smacks to my thighs.

	With Max standing over me, I finally manage to squeeze it out and
start my flow that hits loudly into the water in the bowl, causing Max to
smile even more.  Once I finally finish, Max is standing in front of me
between my legs, right in front of the bowl.  Smirking at me, he says he
needs to go as well and opens his trousers and lets them drop to the floor.
He is standing in front of me in his white briefs with his bulge just
inches from my face.  He pulls down his underwear and right in front of me
is his "manhood".  I look up at Max and he says with a huge grin on his
face: "Open up, princess, I need to pee."  And with that, he puts his penis
to my lips and I open my mouth as I close my eyes and take him in.  He
immediately releases his flow and my mouth is flooded with his pungent
urine.  He raps his knuckles on my head telling me to open my eyes and look
at him.  I do so being greeted with his sneering, condescending gaze.
Rapping my head again with his knuckles, he says: "You look at the man you
are servicing, bitch.  Always look me in the eyes, you understand?!"

	I try to nod my head up and down as he continues to flood my mouth,
causing me to release the seal on his penis and his pee escapes my mouth.
He increases his flow with which I cannot keep up causing his pee to flood
out of my mouth onto my body and the floor.  Still looking at him, his
smile gets bigger and wider.  He pulls his penis out of my mouth and starts
to pee all over me and onto the floor.  When he finishes, he sighs saying
how great that felt and pulls up his underwear and trousers.  He goes to
the door telling me not to move and that he will be right back.  I set
there on the toilet with his pee dripping off me and his taste strong in my
mouth with the panties bundled up around my ankles.

	Max is back in a flash, again locking the door behind him carrying
the little boy's pajamas he made me wear the night before.  He tosses them
at me and tells me to wipe myself off then to wipe up the floor.  Max leans
against the bathroom counter with a huge, broad grin, humming to himself as
I do as he ordered.  When I finish, Max tells me to take the panties and
vest off and to put the pajamas on.  I look at him in dismay as it dawns on
me that he intends that I wear the urine-soaked pajamas for my nap.  Max
approaches me and grabs my testicles and squeezes them hard causing me to
bend over.  He follows me and whispers in my ear: "I know you want my smell
with you while you have your nap, don't ya, princess?"

	In pain, I manage to squeak out: "Yes, Sir."

	Max releases his hold and moves back to the counter as I put on the
urine-sodden pajamas, crying as I do so.

	The Gunny booms from the other side of the door while he bangs on
it telling Max to get a move on.  Max jumps and grabs me pushing me out and
toward his room.  The mat is once again on the floor and Max pushes me down
on to it then covers me up with the small kiddie blanket.  With his evil
grin, Max gently taps my cheek and says: "I know you will sleep well,
princess, after all, you'll have my scent to keep you company.  Make sure
you savor that smell and dream of me.  Remember, it is the smell of your
man."  He giggles and gets up and leaves, laughing at his own joke while I
lay reeking of his scent.

	I hear voices tapering off as Max and The Gunny leave for their run
and workout.  As I lay there gently crying, my mother appears at the
bedroom door.  It seems to me that she can probably smell the odor of Max's
urine so strong in the room, but I'm not sure.  She doesn't say anything as
she just stands there looking at me.

	"When are we going home?" I ask between sobs.

	After hesitating for a time, she finally answers: "We're not.  We
will be staying the week here."  She says in a rather confident and
satisfying tone.

	I look at her in shock, dismay and even little bit of terror.
"WHY!?"  I scream.

	"Well, you and Max are off school this week and The Gunny says it
will be a great opportunity for us to all be together and to get to know
each other better.  So, I have taken the week off work and we will be
staying here."  She says with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

	My world has been shaken and I start to tremble and cry.  "But why
do we have to stay here?  They hate me! I don't want to be here!  Please,
can't we go home?"  I blubber between sobs and sniffles.

	"Oh, Ronald!"  My mother says loudly.  "Don't be so
melodramatic. They don't hate you.  They don't even know you. Give them
some time and I'm sure you'll become the best of friends and will become
inseparable from Max.  He has shown a keen interest in helping you.  The
Gunny and Max only have your best interests at heart.  They may seem a
little rough and gruff around the edges, but they are real men and they
will be a good influence on you and help you to man up and not be so
girly."  She says, almost embarrassed it seems.

	I can't remember the last time she had called me Ronald.  I don't
think she ever has, actually. I start screaming: "I don't want to stay
here! They don't like me and they don't have my interests at heart and they
don't want me to man up!  They want me to be a girl!!  And Max doesn't want
to help me.  He's mean to me and makes me do things I don't want to do!"  I
holler exasperated and mad and hurt.

	"Now stop that!"  She hollers back.  "Don't be so ungrateful!  They
do not hate you and they certainly don't want you to be a girl."  She says
with a bit of a laugh.  "You just haven't had a man's influence for so
long, they just seem that way.  Don't be so silly."  Now she is laughing.

	I lay there, panting and sobbing as it occurs to me that my mother
is abandoning me.  I take some deep breaths and finally calm down enough to
ask: "Why didn't you get me some new church clothes?"  I think the question
took her back a bit, cause all of the sudden a questioning look crosses her
face as if she didn't know what I was talking about.  Or maybe she expected
me to keep complaining.

	"What do you mean, sweetheart?"  She gently asks.  Now that is my
mother that I remember.

	"You got new clothes to go to The Church.  I've never seen them
before and I know what clothes you have and you didn't have any like that.
So why didn't you buy me some clothes too?  You had to know that special
clothes were necessary, or you wouldn't have gotten them for you."  I
manage to squeak out while blubbering.

	My mother just stood there silently in deep thought and finally
answers: "Well, The Gunny said that I needed them.  When I asked him about
you, he said new clothes wouldn't be necessary.  I'm sure he didn't know
that they would make you wear your underwear."  She says trying to defend
herself and The Gunny.

	"He knew!"  I say angrily. "Otherwise he wouldn't have told you to
get new clothes!  He knew what would happen and he wanted it to happen to
embarrass and humiliate me!  He knew what they would make me do!  And it
wasn't my underwear!  It was girl's panties!!  He and Max planned it all!!"
I scream.

	"Now stop it!"  My mother throws back at me.  "I'm certain that
neither The Gunny, nor Max, planned to embarrass or humiliate you!  Stop
being so inconsiderate and ungrateful!"  She continues.

	"Yes, they did!"  I scream.  "They want to embarrass and humiliate
me and make me a girl!"  I scream louder.

	"STOP IT!!"  She screams in a voice that I have never heard.
"Don't you dare mess this up for me!  I have given up everything for you
since your father died!  I have had no life for nine years, having to take
care of you!  This is a great opportunity for us both and I will not have
you messing it up!  You will do as you are told and behave properly! And
you will appreciate all The Gunny and Max are doing for you!  Do you
understand me?!"  She is shaking and screaming.

	I stare at her wondering where the woman, my mother, who has taken
such devoted care of me has gone.  I resign to my misery and situation as I
turn over with my back to her.  After a moments pause, she stomps down the
hallway to The Gunny's bedroom.  I realize that it must be her bedroom now
too and start crying, wishing for the life I had before he came.

	I lay there crying as I try to think of something nice and
familiar.  And I start to think of my friend, Joe.  He lives across the
street from me and we have known each other for years.  We would switch off
having sleep-overs at each others house.  He and his dad would take me
places: the pool, ballgames, camping, fishing.  It was really nice.  I
eventually doze off thinking about how we would wrestle with Joe's dad.  We
would tag team him.  Of course, he was a lot bigger and would always win,
but sometimes he would let us win.  He would get on top of me straddling my
chest and start to tickle me.  He would tickle me for a long time and I
would get so excited and laugh so hard, I would almost pee myself, but he
would always stop just short of it happening.  He would do it to both of
us.  It was really fun.  I always got a nice, warm feeling when he would
play with us.  It was like he was my dad too when I was at their house.  I
miss him and Joe. I miss my dad.

	As I lay there still breathing the odor of Max's scent and curled
up under the tiny blanket, I was content with the warmth of my dream until
I noticed an even stronger smell of urine and a warm wetness all around me.
I wake up bewildered and slowly come to recognize Max standing over me,
peeing on me with his large, self-satisfying grin and sneer and he sees the
horror in my eyes.  When he finally finishes, he tucks his "manhood" back
inside his underwear and running shorts and smiles at me and shakes his
head condescendingly.

	"Pops!", he yells.  "The princess has wet the bed again!"  The
smile broadens on his face as The Gunny and my mother appear at the bedroom
door.  My mother looks embarrassed and mad.  The Gunny is furious.  In one
giant move he has grabbed me up and has sat down on Max's bed and has the
pajama bottoms off me before the count of three.  At the count of four, his
big hand starts connecting with my bare bottom.  And it hurts.  He hits
fast and hard as I start screaming, kicking and crying.  But I am no match
for his power and strength as he holds me down with one hand while his
other connects to my butt.  Each smack is emphasized with words of
'disgusting', 'brat', 'baby', 'little girl', 'princess'.

	After several minutes of spanking, I am hoarse and lifeless having
capitulated to his overpowering strength.  He pushes me off his lap onto
the urine-soaked mat.  He stomps to the door, turning and staring me down.
His face is red and I imagine steam shooting from his ears as you see in
the cartoons.  He tells Max to have me clean the mess up and then to give
me a bath and get me cleaned up.  Max pops to attention yelling his
patented 'aye, aye Sir!'. Which he has down to an art, although his smile
is obvious.  The Gunny stomps down the hall and out the door saying he will
be back shortly and my mother heads off to her bedroom.  Max stands there,
towering over me with a smile so big, you'd think it would break his face.

	After standing there for a few minutes, reflecting on and basking
in the glory and recognition of the power he now holds over me, Max tells
me to get up and take off the pajama shirt and to start cleaning up the
mess.  I do as told then get down on my hands and knees and use the pajamas
to clean the urine puddles from the floor.  Max kicks me on the butt and
tells me to lick it up.  After all, I don't want to pass up the opportunity
of taking his pee, do I, he asks with a sneer.  I look at him with tears
down my face as I meekly mumble: "No, Sir."  I start to cry as I lick from
the puddles on the floor realizing that my life will never be like it was
before he came.

	After I have licked up all the urine from the floor, Max tells me
to follow him.  As I start to get up, he pushes me down, telling me to stay
on my hands and knees and to follow him to the bathroom.  I am to crawl,
but first he wads up the urine-soaked pajama bottoms and shoves them into
my mouth.  The humiliation is at its highest point and I am at my lowest as
I wonder what other evil Max can make up as he heads to the bathroom and I
follow, crawling behind him, like an obedient puppy.

	Max once again shuts and locks the door behind us.  I know this is
not going to be fun.  He slaps my bottom as he goes to the bath and starts
the water running.  He starts taking off his clothes saying he may as well
have a bath at the same time as he is all sweaty from running and working
out.  His smile grows on his face as he sees my expression realizing that
this is not going to be pleasant for me.

	Max stops the water and tells me to get in.  I do and he gets in
right behind me, pushing me down to my knees and hands me the bottle of
soap gel and tells me to wash him and to do a good job.  His "manhood" is
staring me in the face and it appears to be growing as I put gel in my hand
and start to rub up and down his legs.  Max directs me in washing him.  To
get here or there to rub harder or softer.  By the time I get to his penis,
he is rock hard, pointing straight up, four maybe even five inches.  He
tells me to rub and wash him and to be gentle.  He smiles as he sighs at my
ministrations.  He then grabs my hand and closes it around his shaft and
starts leading my hand up and down.  I understand his intent and start to
masturbate him.  He moans in pleasure and tells me to take his balls in my
other hand and to work them at the same time.  I do and his pleasure is
magnified.  I continue to masturbate him as he rocks back and forth in my
hand, moaning louder.  Then all of a sudden, he takes a big, deep breath
and yells: "Sweet Jesus!", as he starts to shoot and cums, squirting onto
my face and body.  I lean back on my haunches as his climax lessons and
then stops.  His eyes are closed and all that is heard is his shallow,
rapid breathing.  After coming down from his high, he opens his eyes and
looks down seeing his cum all over me, smiling and saying that he has
marked me as his bitch and that he is my man and he owns me.  I sadly look
up at him and he pats my head saying: "Good gurl!".  He then tells me to
open up as he releases another stream of his pee on me, washing me off and
marking his territory.

	We hear noises from the other side of the door and Max gets out of
the bath and tells me to wash up quickly.  He is drying off as The Gunny
yells to hurry up and to bring the princess to the front room.  Max gives
his obedient and respectful 'aye, aye Sir' as he sneers at me, knowing what
lies in store for me.  I finish washing myself and dry off as Max puts on a
clean pair of white briefs and t-shirt all the while humming to himself and
a self-satisfying manner. I dread what is in store and expect another
spanking from The Gunny.  Boy, was I wrong!

	I ask Max what I am to wear and he replies, nothing.  He reminds me
that I was just recently punished and the rule of the house is that I am to
remain naked after a punishment.  He laughs as he reminds me then opens the
door as he goes out in just his underwear and I follow behind him, naked.

	My mother and The Gunny are sitting on the couch with several
packages on the floor in front of them.  Max moves to just in front of them
and assumes his parade rest position and I, not knowing what else to do,
stand beside him.  The expression on The Gunny's face is still extreme and
it appears that he has not calmed down any at all.  My mother's expression
is just as dour.  They are both looking me up and down with disdain.

	The Gunny focuses on my immature penis and testicles and inhales
deeply and says: "The princess is not circumcised.  That is inappropriate
and not good for a young boy."

	My mother offers: "But his pediatrician says it is perfectly normal
for boys not to be circumcised these days."

	The Gunny dismisses her comment with a wave of his hand saying: "I
don't want to hear what a female baby doctor has to say about the
upbringing of boys.  They haven't a clue on what is proper or normal for
growing boys.  He needs to see a real man's doctor.  Max has an appointment
on Tuesday.  I will bring him along and get him an examination and
assessment from a real doctor."  The Gunny decrees, rather smugly.  The
smile on Max's face gets even bigger and broader, if that is even possible.
I become more miserable knowing that there will be no end to my suffering
and humiliation, regardless of the stated objective of The Gunny, or Max,
or even my mother.

	The Gunny orders Max to open the packages and Max produces his most
manly 'aye, aye' that he can and jumps with obvious pleasure to the first
bag.  Tearing it open like it was christmas, he lets out a loud "sweet" as
I take in a deep, terrifying breath, as he dumps two bags of diapers onto
the floor.  And not just any diapers.  They are real diapers, not
disposable ones.  The ones that look like hand towels.  Along with the
diapers are plastic pants.  Girl's plastic pants in soft colors of pink,
blue and yellow and some with little designs of flowers, cats and such.  I
start shaking in anger and fear as I realize what is about to happen as Max
wastes no time in tearing into the next package.  With undo ceremony he
dumps baby oil, baby powder, baby wipes and other things that go along with
diapers, like little shirts and such.  He can't hide his excitement as
"cool" and "awesome" and "sweet" escape his lips as he picks up and
inspects each item.

	Moving on to the next bag, Max dumps out what appears to be little
girl's underwear.  Panties and vests.  All in various pastel colors and
some others with designs or little animals.  To increase my horror and
misery, there are little girl's nighties!  Another bag contains some little
boy's underwear; cartoon briefs and plain white ones and t-shirts.  My
misery grows deeper and Max begins to chuckle as he inspects everything.

	The Gunny as not taken his eyes off me as he measures my
expression.  I notice my mother looking at me as well, with no trace of
remorse or embarrassment as Max picks up and shows off everything.  The
Gunny says: "As you insist on acting and behaving like a little baby girl,
you will be treated as one.  Max, get a towel to lay on the floor."  Max
pops up quicker than a Jack-in-the-box, hollering his 'aye, aye' as he runs
to the bathroom.  He is back before I can even comprehend that he has laid
the towel down.  The Gunny instructs me to lay on it.  "Maisie, show Max
the proper way to diaper a little girl.  He will be responsible for
dressing and changing the little princess and I want to make sure he knows
the proper routine.  Generally, after a punishment the boy will remain
naked, but I am making an exception in this case so the princess can get
used to his new diapers."

	"Yes, Gunny", my mother responds as she moves almost as fast as Max
to kneel beside me.  She fumbles through the items on the floor gathering
what she wants, then, positioned between my legs, she rubs all around my
genitals with a baby wipe then lifts my legs running it over my bottom and
up and down my crack.  She then squirts the baby oil onto my penis and
testicles and starts rubbing it all around, not seeming the slightest
embarrassed by doing this to her 13-year-old son.  She instructs Max to
raise and spread my legs as she does the same to my bottom, making sure oil
is spread evenly along my crack.  Just as she reaches for a diaper, The
Gunny instructs her to stop and for Max to follow what she had done.  Max
and my mother quickly change places and in no time, he roughly wipes me
down with a new baby wipe, paying extra special attention to my crack and
hole.  He then squirts a large amount of baby oil on my genitals, eagerly
spreading the oil all over them, in not so smooth of manner, making sure he
rubs my penis and squeezes my testicles.  He then picks my legs up with one
hand as he rubs the oil on my butt cheeks and up and down my crack, taking
measures to make sure the oil gets into my hole as he pushes his finger in
and out, all the time smiling and chuckling.

	When he is finished, he rubs the oil on my body to clear his hands
and watches as my mother takes out a diaper and places it underneath me.
She instructs him on how to fold it up and pin it.  He does it up, making
sure it is tight then pats my penis asking how it feels.  He then pulls out
the pink plastic pants and puts them on me, cooing and giggling all the
while, ending his performance with a couple of smacks to my legs.  His
smile is enormous.  My mother has no expression and The Gunny is just
sitting on the couch with a satisfied sneer.  I am in tears as another part
of my life is torn from me as I am humiliated and embarrassed being put
into diapers.  My mother then takes out a small shirt handing it to Max and
has me sit up so he can put it on me.  It is very small and short, barely
reaching my mid-section.  My mother nods her head in approval, while The
Gunny tells Max he has done a good job.  Max beams with pleasure and pride
as he stares wide-eyed at me, his evil smile burning into my mind.

	Just as I was thinking my life could not get any worse, there is a
knock on the door.  Max pops up and tells The Gunny that his friends are
coming over for a workout.  The Gunny nods approvingly as Max heads to the
door.  Max opens the door, greeting his friends and invite them in as I am
standing there in the baby girl diapers.  They are the boys he was playing
with the day before who were amused that I was in little boy's underwear
and they can't help but notice and laugh and stare at me now wearing
diapers.  The Gunny warmly greets the boys and they all exchange
pleasantries while all staring at me.  The Gunny then tells Max to take me
along and start my workout as well.  Much to Max's and the other boy's
amusement and pleasure and much to my dismay and misery, Max pushes me out
toward the garage gym with his friends right behind him, all giggling at my
new humiliation.