My Mother wore rubber dishwashing gloves when she bathed me as an infant. She used the thick yellow gloves from Playtex. Every time I got a bath she always wore the gloves as she soaped up my birdie and balls. She washed my a n a l opening by spinning a finger around and around the opening and then slipping a finger inside me.
As I got a little older I was washed in the bathtub. Mother wore thick rubber gloves and soaped up my bird and balls for a good cleaning. She bent me over to examine my a n a l opening. She rubbed a gloved finger over it. Then she pushed her finger in, twisting it around inside me. My birdie got hard and stiff.
Mother continued to supervise my tub time even when I was ten. As always she wore the Playtex rubber gloves, usually in yellow. She squirted dish soap on my bird and balls and soaped them up. I was instructed to turn around to get my a n a l opening inspected and washed. She ran a gloved finger around and around my opening and spread it open to examine it and make sure it was clean. Then her thumb plunged in and wiggled around inside me. My bird got super hard and very stiff. It stuck out in the air as she dried me. She would pause and examine it and then go on drying me.
When I was twelve Mother had my Sister take over supervising my baths. Sister entered the bathroom wearing the yellow rubber gloves and my bird began to stiffen. She squirted dish soap on my semi-hard bird and commanded that I get it soaped up. I rubbed the soap on my shaft and balls while she watched. Then she took a hold of my balls and rubbed her gloved hand all over my balls and erect bird. She commanded me to assume the position, which meant that I was to bend over for my a n a l inspection to be sure I was keeping it clean.
Sister rubbed the outside of my hole and then spread it for examination. Sister pushed two gloved fingers up my opening and pressed them deep inside me. My birdie was rock hard. She poured warm bath water over my opening as she pushed her fingers in and out, again and again. She pulled her gloved fingers out and told me to rinse off. Then she handed me the towel and watched me dry off with my stiff bird protruding in front of me.
A week later I went in the trash and took out a pair of gloves that Mother had tossed out. I was in my room wearing the gloves and rubbing my bird while trying to get my fingers up my opening. My Sister came in and caught me. She marched me down to the bathroom to wash.
She put on new gloves and washed my bird and balls. My ball sac pulled tight as my bird swelled. I bent over as I was told to do and my Sister said she was very disappointed in my behavior. I apologized and asked if she was going to tell Mother. She plunged two fingers into me and then forced them in deeply. She said today I was going to get a deep cleaning.
She reached under and grabbed my throbbing erection and I felt her rubber glove grip and pinch my shaft as she pulled it back toward her. Then she rubbed it up and down. She forced a third finger into my opening and I gasped.
She rotated her grip on my shaft. The twisting of the rubber hurt and burned as it pulled on my erection and I gasped. Sister pulled my erection down between my legs and was milking me like a cow while she jammed three fingers deep inside of me. She asked if I was going to be a good little boy and obey her and I said yes, oh yes. She gave a sharp twist to her grip, twisting it on my erection which made the rubber pinch and burn my shaft and I instantly ejaculated onto her glove and squirted into the tub.
I spasmed several times as I rocked back and forth, nearly loosing my balance, while my bird pumped out more gooey stuff. My bird twitched around in her hand. I was shocked and didn’t know what was happening but Sister said Good boy, good boy. We got a nice deep cleaning. She released my bird and it popped up in front of me.
She made me wash off and dry. My bird was still semi-hard and had turned color. It was a purplish hue and was oozing a cloudy liquid. Sister said it was OK. She told me I was not permitted to take gloves from the trash ever again and if my bird was bothering me, I was to inform her and she would take care of the problem. She said she would talk with Mother and everything would be fine. That was the first time I ejaculated.
I’m fourteen now and I can’t get erect without the yellow rubber gloves. It doesn’t feel right unless my birdie is wrapped in the tight grip of yellow rubber. It gets a soft erection but won’t stay hard without the yellow rubber gloves. I need the yellow rubber gloves or I can’t get an erection. My Sister has the gloves I need. She puts them on and takes me to the bathroom to be milked like a cow, with my stiff bird pulled down and backwards between my legs.
She twists the rubber on my stiff shaft until it burns and leaves red marks. It burns and hurts but it makes me instantly pump out c**. She says she watches my a n a l opening rhythmically clench around her fingers when I ejaculate for her. She set up her camera on a little holder and videoed my a n a l opening pulsating open and shut around her fingers as she pulls on my shaft. She made me say ‘Moo, moo’ for her video as she was milking me.
I have to obey her as I promised, or she won’t get the rubber gloves out. I do whatever she says and she makes more videos of me getting my bird and balls washed up, then assuming the position and hoping that she is going to pull my erection down between my legs and twist the rubber glove around until it pinches, burns and my bird twitches and erupts for her. She has pics of the red friction marks on my sore bird from where she twists her glove around my shaft. It stings but it makes me c**. It stings even when she is done with me. It stings all day but I am eager to get milked again.