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Subject: Memoir of injection horror

Author:
Dany

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Date Posted: Friday, December 17, 2021, 08:02: am

Finally its fun to see there so many people who share the same fetish as me. Let me elucidate. I was a fair indian little boy with light brown skin tone and a Oh-so-round posterior. My swanky brown bottom attracted many on-lookers from cousins to friends and doctors to compounders. Growing up in India, I saw many doctors in the locality and on my village trips. I was a namby-pamby weak child and fell ill almost every week. The first doctor i remmbr seeing as a child was an old man who was injection crazy. Children say doctors are awful and this man really delivered that. I remmbr myself getting an injection everytime I saw him. When I hear his name even now at 30, I get chills. I can hear his voice shouting," compounder" which meant the compounder had to come and hold my legs while he yanked my shorts till my ankles. It took him a meager amount of time to get the dreadful syringe filled with the ' magic medicine' that would go in my bottom a short while later. I remmbr laying on the bed naked waist down waiting for justice to be served. I remmbr getting a shot or two from my neighbouring doctor when a guy hit me with a top on my head. I bled like a chicken and was so tired of the ordeal that when the wound was dressed up and my bottom was bared for an injection. The dr already had the injection in his hand, i looked at him and he slyly said,"Look ahead, I'll be gentle". I didnt have an ounce of energy to retaliate and just put up with his verdict. My dad and uncles and cousins were all in his little clinic and saw my helpless bottom pricked by a balding fat dr. When I had a run-in with something that couldnt be cured even after seeing a local doctor we went to a hospital which for me was Inhospitable due my highly likely chances of facing another painful needle and the nurse who took pleasure of my misery. The staff was the same and everytime the nurse saw me she smiled bcz we both knew what i was in for. She giggled at my hysterical cries and tries to get away while my grandfather, father and doctor held me down. My other family members tried consoling me. The nurse was thin and dominant and jabbed in with all her might. She pushed the medicine in a way that seemed slow but inflicted great pain. Getting an injection from her was the epitome of pain. The dr had made it a point to make an injection seem like a punishment with his rhetoric questions like," will u eat ice cream again?". My little promises to behave made everyone giggle. My village trips were equally frightening and I hated going to mum's house as i spent more time in the dr's clinic than her house. I remmbr once mom sent me with her sister and asked her to get me poked as we would be leaving the next day. Aunty asked the dr to give me an injection. He swiftly pulled down my shorts and sealed the deal. Another time the dr started preparing the injection without saying anything and when I started crying he asked my mom," injection or oral meds?" to which she simply replied injection. My cousins and aunty had a Field day as they saw my poor butt injected for the better. The worst till now was the last one of my childhood. I was now 12 and gathered enough strength to resist being held down by only one person. My elder brother and grandfather held my legs wide apart while the dr lowered my shorts till my knees putting my jewels on display. The only problem was that his daughters appeared out of nowhere and saw more than they were in for. A 12 year old boy whose privates were visible for the onlookers to see and their father was in charge of his round bottom. He made it fun for everyone by asking questions like " Is the needle in yet? Do u wany one more injection?".

So this was my story growing up.

Any othe guys who faced similar situations? Pls write up down below.

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