Larry12-C Larry Get's It Good!


by Cal <100622.2517@compuserve.com>

The air hung in the room were we were together that night. The door was shut tightly. No one would intrude, but the wall's weren't silent and Aaron's radio could be heard faintly coming through them from his own room. Larry looked so vulnerable lying on the bed like that, his bare bottom up and ready for it. All that training on the team, at the pool, and in the gym had paid off for sure. Still, it almost seemed like he was trembling. His buns were clenched as tightly as he could possibly get them, making them even more etched and defined, and attractive. It was as if he felt clenching them that was would protect them, and him. He needed a good spanking, that's what he needed, but short of that, and maybe more importantly, he needed to calm down and calm down now if he was to get any sleep this night. Gently I forced two pillows under his waist making his bare bottom rise up even much higher off the bed, his thighs bending down on the sheets on one side of the pillows while his chest extended down flat on the other side. His bare back was more attractively exposed now too. Propped this way, his virginity was up, open, and exposed enticingly. It was simply too hard to keep those cheeks tight now. Then it hit me what would benefit him tonight, test out some of those things he had said earlier tonight, see if he really meant them and knew what he was implying?

"Lie still like that." I said. "Don't move. Hear me?"

His head nodded against the sheet it was flat against. One visible eye, still watery, peered up at me. He didn't move a muscle now.

I went into the bath between our two rooms and hunted under the sink for what I was looking for. I hadn't use it for a long, long awhile. The last time was a sultry summer night when Paul had been all upset and particularly annoying. It took some rummaging. It was there, that strange colour of dark red with that unique odor all it's own. I turned on warm water, got what else I was looking for from the cabinet, and started to prepare a nice warm mixture for Larry. He wanted attention? I'd give him some.

It took about five minutes, but when I went back into the room, a now full and bulging red enema bag in my hands, he lay there just as I had left him. He heard me come in and opened his eye.

"Stay still, boy." I said when I saw the apprehensive look on his face as I approached.

"What are you going to do?" His concern was genuine as his one eye opened as wide as possible while I moved toward him. The bulging bag in my hand, the black nozzle against my right index finger. He knew what it was for. Every boy knows what it is for.

"Going to give you something to relax you and get rid of all that tension. Anyone ever give you a nice, warm enema before?"

He watched in horror as I hung the bag from the light fixture over his bed, then he dropped his head in shame down on the white sheets, humiliated. His ass up high and exposed. He knew better to argue or resist. The results of that would be a trip to the shed for sure and then his date with that little black nozzle. No boy wants it, but men have always decided when they get it. His time was now.

My hand reached down and spread his buns, a bit, my finger resting there with a touch of cream to ease things.

"Ah, actually, if I have to tell the truth, my stepmom used to make me take 'em sometimes at night after the kids were asleep when Dad worked nights. I hated it when she gave 'em to me. I just hated it."

I was surprised about his stepmother, but didn't let it show. "Why'd you hate it? It can do you some good, relax you." I sat down on the bed right beside his ass propped up over the pillows waiting for it. My hand rested over on his bottom, feeling it, getting ready to shove the nossel up his bare bottom and give it to him good. He flinched. He was moving his buns a little now. Larry knew what was coming.

"Not the way she did it, it didn't! With her, well, Ah she'd just waltz in and tell me I didn't look so well so I should stand up and take off all my cloths so she could see if I was sick or anything. I'd do it 'cause like I had to. Then when I was naked and standing there stupid like, she'd look me all over real carefully. Then she'd bend me over her lap right there in the living room or kitchen or wherever we was so she could feel me carefully to see if I was hot or anything, but her examination was never conclusive. So, then she'd make me spread my cheeks like so she could stick a thermometer up my ass to see if I had a fever or not. I hated that cause, well, like she always held it up there long! I had to just lie there across her lap and take it from her as long as she wanted."

He moved slightly and grunted. "But it was always the same. I had a "little touch of" whatever, she'd say, so I'd have to go to my room and bend over the side of my bed to wait for her to get the bag and fill it up real far with whatever it was she liked to use. I knew I'd better do what she said or my Old Man would have whipped the hell out of me when he got home later since she was only doing what any stepmother would do when a stepson got a little fever. I knew better, but still I'd bend over the side of my bed anyway and wait for her to come in and shove it up my ass. I hated bending over naked like that, just waiting, knowing what was coming, and waiting for her to finally give me one. When she came in with that look in her eyes, I knew my time had come, so I'd just put my head down on the bed, grit my teeth and prepared to take it from her without saying nothing."

"She'd sit down beside me on the bed, the bag in her hand and tell me how she was sure this was what I needed so I wouldn't get sick in the next few days. I had to reach around and spread my cheeks for her and kind'a help her, and that was humiliating as Hell 'cause she'd take her time, talking on about how much this was going to help me and all. But then she'd finally stick that hose up my ass and give it to me! I had to struggle to keep it in, keeping my ass tight as possible and wiggling around over the side of the bed 'cause she'd open that valve or whatever it was and send it in. And a lot. She'd take her fingers and hold my cheeks together. When the pressure in my gut got too bad and I squirmed too much, she'd reach under and grab my _c_o_c_k_ and balls real tight like, steadying me. I couldn't move much when she was holding me like that. She'd keep holding my ass and _c_o_c_k_ like that, telling me how important it was I stayed still to let the medicine do it's job, but I always knew the truth. She just wanted to watch me struggle like that. I know she enjoyed it. When I couldn't handle it any more, I'd break loose and disappear into the john, then crawl to bed exhausted. She'd be gone."

"The next morning she was always all smiles and asking me if I was feeling better after she'd helped me and all. I knew what she expected me to say and always told her I felt better now and thanked her for her care and concern. That pleased her. She'd say I wasn't going to get sick now, and, you know, I never did either, but I don't think it was because of what she made me take! I know she liked doing it to me. I could usually tell cause sometimes when Dad had late shift, her thermometer would be out on the sink when I came home. Then, sure enough, after the kids were in bed she'd come for me with that thermometer in her hand she was planning to stick up my ass. It didn't matter where I was, watching TV, doing homework on the kitchen table, working in the basement, anywhere. "Temperature time," She'd call out cheerfully. "Time to get out of 'em cloths and bend your little bum over so I can check you, Larry" I can still hear her saying those words. I hated it, but I'd always stand up and get out of my cloths anyway and bend over wherever I was so she could stick up my ass. Somehow "a preventive little one" was always what she'd say after studying that thermometer. I don't know why she ever bothered with it. She believed in giving me them, that's for sure. When I was sick or had a cold or something, the first thing she always did was say, "Temperature time." But sometimes my old man wouldn't let her give me one if he was there. She didn't care. She'd just wait until he went out for a drink or off to work the next morning and I'd get bent over for one then. Maybe there was something to it? I never did get sick much, but I hated having her need to do it to me.

"Gee, I've never told anyone about it, ever! I don't want to have to take one from you. It always felt horrible! Maybe it'll feel different from you, but please! I don't need one tonight."

I could tell he was concerned. Let him talk it all out. I was in no hurry and was enjoying his bottom, his _c_o_c_k_, and rosebud the way he was propped up over the pillows for me, ready. I had all night!

"I'll decide what you need, son," my finger continued to apply a bit more pressure. "You've had a bad night and don't seem to be able to settle down none too quick. Maybe you're just too upset about your paddling tomorrow night?"

He flung his head down against the bed and hit it with his arms. "NO!" he cried "I am settled down. I can calm down, really, I will, I will. Just don't give me an enema! PLEASE! I DON'T NEED ONE!"

Whack! I slapped his bare bottom hard with my right hand, the red mark on his white cheeks showed just how hard. He jerked over the pillow, tossing his head back and yelling! He was resisting me. I slapped him again!

"Ouuu! OK, OK, I'm settling down, I'm settled. Really, I am, I am! Please, please. I know I have to do what you say. I'm not arguing. If you think I need one, OK, OK! You decide. I'm ready for whatever you say. You're the boss." His bare bottom was propped up high, two big red hand prints visible, waiting. Looking like that there was only one possible answer.

"Lie still, boy." The bag was still hooked on the ceiling light as I was sitting beside his ass, raised so nicely for me on that pillow.

That bottom was smooth, hairless, a virgin, relaxed and waiting for my decision. He was a beautiful naked teenage boy. As my finger began to intrude even further, I think he knew my answer. "Come on now, raise this little ass up all nice and high and open for me." Up it came as he moved his knees forward.

"That's a good boy, get it up here so I can look at it real closely. I want to see it nice and ready for me." As his knees moved they spread his buns, parting them some. "Little more, boy. That's it, give it to me. Little bit higher so I can give you something to take away all that tension, calm you down." He knew what was coming. "Spread these thighs wider. I want to see what my boy's got down here. That'a boy, get it up here for me!"

He did, boosting himself further up on his knees, his bare bottom coming even higher, his balls and _c_o_c_k_ dangled above the pillows now. Larry was obeying, spreading his buns to show me what I wanted to see, his cheery unprotected from what I was intent on doing. He moved his arms over his head, resting on his chest, his face hidden now. His discomfort and fear showed. "Little higher. That's right. Get it up nice and high for me." I patted his bottom using my finger to probe more, almost starting to enter him. He wiggled, raising it up higher still. With my hands I forced his buns apart more. His little teenage bottom was hairless, clean, like pure smooth alabaster. Now he was ready to do with it as I wanted.

Larry's laying there on pure white sheets with his naked ass offered up like this was absolutely beautiful! No boy enjoys being forced to strip naked in front of an older man and made to stay in such a position naked on a bed. I knew it was his ultimate humiliation and thus I took my time drawing out his uncomfortableness. His bottom was bare, lifted up for me to see what he couldn't see, for me to do with as I wished. He had no protection; his _c_o_c_k_ and balls hung down freely. Gone was any control. His cheeks were pure white, flawless, except where I had just slapped them. Gone was the overall redness from when I had spanked him those several days ago. A faint line from those summer Speedos ringed his waist around his buns and right under his ass, making it a perfect target. It was flawless, even when I began applying pressure with my finger, taking him further.

Nothing is more pleasurable than having a boy like this under your control, softly almost crying, awaiting your decision. I knew what he needed; I knew what I would give him. He had no choice in the matter.

I could have been satisfied keeping him in this uncomfortable position, letting him whimper and sob his tension out, but I had other things I was looking forward to now.

I unhooked the nozzle from the red bag hanging on the light above him and brought it down towards his ass, keeping it clamped tightly. He saw the nozzle coming and flinched, clenching his cheeks, but he was too late. My finger was right on my target. It continued pressure on his tight little teenage bottom I was about to violate. He was trying his best not to move, but already he was wiggling and squealing a little as I was right on his little hole, beginning to open it up a little against his will. While he moaned I slowly replaced my finger with more pre-greased with that thin black nozzle pushing it slowly but deliberately up his cute little bare bottom. His bottom resisted my invasion, his body tensed, his hands grasped the sides of the bed, he let our a soft "Ah" as the nozzle went up inside.

"Ah, easy, Sir, please!" he groaned, but I had other things on my mind as I continued putting pressure on that nozzle, sliding it at a steady but slow pace up inside him as far as I could. Only about two thin inches were up his bare ass bottom, but I knew he felt like it was much more. He was struggling with his body's objection to my intrusion, yet trying to stay as still as possible.

There was no reason to slid it in as far as I had, yet I wanted it far up his bottom and continued to push it there, taking my time while he tried to clench it. His _c_o_c_k_ went limp. I held it up inside him, forcing him to adjust to the feel of the nozzle up his bottom and getting him used to my controlling him this way. There was no question at all who was the boss now. I played with him, reaching under him with my free hand, tickling his balls, holding his _c_o_c_k_ until it began to expand again in my hand. I waited as it grew hard and full, in spite of the nozzle I was moving slowly, threatening, up his ass.

Larry continued moaning softly. Slowly then, massaging his erect _c_o_c_k_, I adjusted the clamp and began to let the warm liquid slowly flow deep inside him, taking my time. He moaned but held as still as he could. I gave him as much as I wanted, then stopped, keeping the nozzle up his unwelcoming bare bottom. I held it there, slowly moving it just a small bit. When I finally began slowly to remove the nozzle, he began grinding on the pillow, moving his bare bottom seductively, sensuously. I leaned over on his upper back, holding his shoulders down, forcing his back down and stationary as his ass continued to move seductively. His moaning and the way his _c_o_c_k_ was fully extended now against the pillow told me what I wanted to know. His little ass was tightly constricted against the pressure he felt building inside him. I watched him grind, moaning and groaning, the first stages of a boy's most private masturbating movements over the pillows, clenching those buns more and more tightly.

And he continued.

He was putting on a good private show for me, the way only a naive teenage boy could do. When I saw he could hold it no longer, I let him go into the john to relieve his discomfort.

A few minutes later Larry emerged, smiling, stark naked, his limp _d_i_c_k_ flopping in the breeze, but my words caused his smile to disappear. "Get your ass back up over this pillow, young man. I'm not finished with you yet." I pushed him to the bed. He would get a second one up his ass, whether he wanted to or not.

Again he obeyed offering himself up and open over that pillow as I adjusted his position to my liking, this time shoving some KY far up his bottom with my finger. His reaction, as his mouth flew open and he yelped in pain plus the tightness of his ass told me no one had been there before. Good! I probed awhile before I removed my finger and again inserted the long, thin nozzle as he squirmed. As his _c_o_c_k_ grew, I began to release the liquid again. Watching his beautiful naked body contort and squirm over the pillow, I knew I was crazy not to find the thin dildo and take him soon. He was old enough now.

Larry's bare buns clenched and flexed, showing me what I wanted to watch as he struggled over the pillows. His waist and young fanny were moving seductively, his legs flailing all over while I held his chest to the bed. His _c_o_c_k_ was hard and again moving seductively in the pillows. Nothing could have been better than watching this teenage boy naked and writhing in the thin like between discomfort and pleasure on his bed, the nozzle I had inserted and controlled still up his bare bottom. I ignored his pleas to release him. Instead I gave him more. He sobbed he couldn't hold it longer. He did until I decided to pull the nozzle out several minutes later and allowed him to dash for the bathroom.

Larry stayed inside longer this time, that is, until I tired of waiting, opened the door and dragged him out by his arm, "What are you going to do?" He started crying. He was scared and resisting me. I wouldn't tolerate that under any circumstances!

"Whatever I want. Get your ass back up over those pillows, boy!" I shoved him back over the pillows on the bed as he cried he couldn't take anymore! With my weight on his back keeping him as still as I could, my finger greased his ass again. He was struggling more now, harder to control but I had no intention of losing him. I liked it! I shoved the KY up his ass while he screamed. Despite his pleading and struggling, he got the thin nozzle from the same red enema bag up his ass again! I held it there.

"Calm down, boy. Calm down, cause it's going to stay there until you do!" I pushed it further up him emphasizing my point. He was sobbing but trying to calm himself I could tell. I just held it there, enjoying him and enjoying watching his struggle and soft tears. "Calm down now. Time to take some more medicine." It took him a long while, but finally he did. I had all night.

Then I began to release some inside him up for a third time. I grabbed his _c_o_c_k_ and felt it extending. I was holding his _c_o_c_k_ with my right hand and the nozzle up his ass with my left. I released only a little inside him this time. He began to groan, then grind sensually against the pillows, I saw what I wanted. Grabbing his _c_o_c_k_, I allowed him to pump in my hand. Almost immediately he came with a violent burst against the pillow. And was drained. I let him up.

Coming back this time into the room stark naked still, his _c_o_c_k_ swinging freely, his great smile and _s_e_x_y carefree style were back. "Feel better now?"

"Yea, I really do." He said. "I've never felt anything so wild, but I feel great now! The way you used your finger and that nozzle . . . wow!"

"So get some sleep. You just needed a release, that's all. Tomorrow's school and you know what's tomorrow night."

"Yes, Sir!"

Turning to leave, the lights now out, I was almost out the door when I heard him again, "Thanks, Cal. I really like when you show me new things."

I walked back in the darkness of the room to his bed and sat down on it beside his stomach. The moon light cast an eerie reflection on his face as he lay there on his back, a thin sheet over him, but he still looked handsome to me. I grabbed behind his head with my left hand and lifted him. He flinched as if he expected me to slap him, which I'd only ever done once in a regretted moment of anger. My right hand went under the sheet and encircled his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I looked him right in the eyes.

"Things need to change around here, my boy, and fast. You're growing up too quickly. You may have the best body I've ever seen on a kid still in high school but you are only eighteen, and I'm legally responsible for you. Aaron's right, you need your ass whipped more at your age. So, I'll whip it. And yes, my boy, when you're ready maybe, just maybe, but only maybe, I'll train you."

I reached down and kissed him, while my hand felt his _c_o_c_k_ grow quickly. Maybe that's what he'd been trying to tell me he wanted all along and didn't know how?

"Thanks. You'll never regret it and I'll never let you down, ever. I need you, you know."

"I know, and I need you too." I got up, walked away, closed the door, and went by to check on Aaron who was asleep in his room, that thong still on, the sheet down over his ass making it too inviting for me not to caress. Aaron knew how to serve. He'd been trained well and I knew Kathy had strapped a harness around her waist and taken him several times. He wasn't a virgin but with a body like he had lying there and his eagerness to serve, it made no difference. Aaron, though, had yet to be taken by a man; Larry, had simply yet to be taken. Ultimately, I . . .well, that's another matter for another time.

As I forced my hand under Aaron and grabbed his _c_o_c_k_, he turned over, moaning, and smiled at me, ready to comply with whatever I required. That could wait too. It was far to late and I had to work tomorrow too.

I hugged him and went to sleep. I had fallen into a charmed life and I knew it for sure now!


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