My first butt injection
My first injection
My fetish for butt injections started when I was boy, 6 years old. At that time I was in nursery school.
One day, two girls from my class and I were called to the doctor's office. When I went there, I had no idea what to expect. At the doctor's office, we were met by a nurse - an older woman in a white coat - who told us that we were going to be vaccinated. To be honest, I don't remember what we were being vaccinated against. We were seated on a couch with a medical table in front of us, covered with a white tablecloth. On the table was a large metal steriliser, and next to it another, smaller one, which was plugged in. Something was bubbling inside, as it turned out after a few minutes - water with syringes and needles was boiling. Meanwhile, the nurse gave us thermometers and told us to take our body temperatures under the mouse.
I was convinced that they were going to give me injections in my arm, as they had done before. But suddenly the nurse turned to me: "Andrii, we're going to finish taking your temperature and you're going to go into the next room for a few minutes, because you're an adult boy and we're going to give you these injections in your bottom, so you'll have to wait a little while while I give the girls their injections. I immediately remembered the stories of my friends who had had injections in their bums. A week before, one of our friends had been injected and during his nap in the boys' room, he pulled down his underwear and showed the injection site - there was an iodine stain on his buttocks and a red dot - the puncture site - and there was a small lump.
Meanwhile, the nurse unplugged the steriliser. Then she lifted the lid and pulled out a metal tray with three glass syringes and the plungers for the syringes and needles next to them. We watched in fascination as she prepared the syringes and filled them with white liquid from the vials. This process scared me very much and I almost started to cry. My only hope was that my temperature would suddenly rise and they wouldn't inject me with those monster syringes. But my temperature was normal, so I had to move to the next room, which was separated by a plywood wall with large frosted glass windows. I could hear all the sounds and see all the silhouettes of what was going on in the next room.
One of the girls burst into tears as she watched a syringe needle pierce the skin of her friend's bottom. This only added to my anxiety.
Finally it was my turn. After I had finished with the girls, I heard the nurse say: "Andriy, it's your turn - come in, take off your shorts and underpants, lift up your shirt and lie down on the couch with your bottom up.
I reluctantly obeyed the nurse's demands and a moment later I felt the nurse's heavy hand on my bottom as she rubbed the injection site with an alcohol swab. A moment later, the sharp needle of the syringe entered my bum, causing me to flinch slightly. After the injection, the nurse lubricated the injection site with an iodine swab. The injection itself was not painful, to be honest. However, about an hour or two later, I developed a painful swelling on my bottom that made it impossible for me to sit properly for three days. When my parents came to collect me from the nursery in the evening, the nurse told them that I had been vaccinated in my bottom. She told me to put a warm compress on the injection. So for two days in a row, at home, my mother put a compress on my bottom in the morning and in the evening, but it didn't do much to relieve the pain.
A few days later, I was called back to the doctor's office. I was very scared, expecting another injection in my bum. However, all that happened was that I was asked to take off my shorts and underpants and lie down on the couch so that the swelling could be examined. Luckily everything was fine. But the story repeated itself...