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How
to Tame an
Orange
2
A story by Danny
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Part 5
The next day, Seth arrived at my home before I did. Actually, he sat on the front porch for over an hour waiting for my return. I was late because we had to reshoot two scenes because the new camera man kept blowing his load in his pants and ruining the shot.
Mostly out of frustration, I suggested that, instead of having him run a camera, we put him in front of it. It was a stroke of genius on my part. Thus we shot a three way which, to be honest, was more enjoyable for me and less like work. I got to fuck the brains out of the former camera man while sucking off a cute 17-year-old looking Asian boy. I suspect he was older than 17, but as most Asian males look younger; he passed as a teen easily.
It was a struggle not to speed as I drove home. I knew Seth would more than likely be waiting for me. And I even envisioned him hiding behind the bushes so no one would see him.
As I pulled into the garage, Seth came running off the back porch and straight into the garage to meet me.
I opened the driver's door as I shut off the engine and greeted him with, "Sorry, had to work late. How'd it go today? Did anyone notice your black eye? Are you still wearing your sissy-boy under things? Did anyone notice?"
He quite literally threw himself at me, kissing me and wrapping his arms around the back of my neck as he hugged me like a young anaconda. He smelled like oranges and I knew he'd just been eating one moments before my arrival.
I had to pry him off me as I said, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Slow down! Tell me what happened? I've been dying to know all day!"
I reached up and pressed the garage door button that was clipped to the sun visor while looking in the rearview mirror to be sure no neighbors had seen anything. Seth and I both waited for the door to close before he spoke, however when he did, he was so excited that he babbled, making no sense whatsoever.
"Dodge Ball... Panties... Detention... Lunch... Sucking... Fish Fingers... Homework!" he exclaimed, then realized that what he had just said was unintelligible, but his excitement was still off the charts so he lunged forward and began kissing me again as he fumbled to open my pants.
I must confess that his enthusiasm and excitement was quite contagious. My cock came free and he left my lips to swallow my quickly swelling cock. Despite the fact that it had been less than an hour since I'd fucked the new Asian porn star, I found myself coming in Seth's mouth within a matter of minutes. I was so lost to the moment that I hadn't thought to warn him. He only hesitated for the briefest of moments before swallowing everything I gave him.
When he came off my dick I asked, "Better?"
He vigorously nodded his head up and down and said, "You said if I was good today, you would do my butt!"
I chuckled, "And where you good?"
Once again, he nodded with exaggerated head movement, "I didn't get into any trouble at all."
I knitted my brow, "I thought you said something about detention?"
He shook his head and smiled, "Not me! Quinten!"
"Who's Quinten? No wait! I am officially confused and spent! I need water, dinner, and a long explanation from you about everything! Come on, into the house! I also need time to recharge my sex batteries!"
Seth took my hand and led me from the garage. As we walked, I asked, "Did anyone notice your black eye?"
"No sir." he answered, "But I thought maybe one of my friends might have thought something because he looked at me close for a second or two, but he didn't say anything."
"And what are Fish Fingers?"
He chuckled and said, "That's what was for lunch at school today," then, pretending to pout, he added, "but I didn't get to have any, sir."
"Are they anything like Fish Sticks?" I asked.
"Yes sir." He nodded, "Only smaller."
We reached the back porch where I unlocked the door and allowed Seth to lead me into the house.
"Alright, and did you play Dodgeball in Gym class today?"
He nodded again, "Yes sir."
"How'd you do?"
"I got out right away on purpose. I hate Dodgeball." He confessed.
"Really? I would have thought a little bully like you would love the chance to make someone eat a big red rubber ball!"
He shook his head `no'.
I closed and locked the back door and said, "I'd like to get out of these clothes... Hey I have an idea! Why don't we take a shower and you can tell me all about the rest of your day? I didn't get a chance to shower after work. I wanted to get home as fast as I could. And I bet you want to get out of those panties and bra."
Seth suddenly stopped dead and became as stone.
"What?" I asked as I looked down at him.
He was truly turning a sickening shade of green.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You tasted funny." He said as though he were trying to solve some great life puzzle, but then I saw in his expression that he'd finally put all the puzzle pieces together.
I smiled, "Yep, you sucked my dick which had been buried in some guy's ass. By the way, thanks for cleaning up after him."
Seth suddenly ran past me, up the stairs and into the bathroom where he proceeded to suck on the bathroom sink faucet then spit. He repeated it a number of times.
I laughed all the way up the stairs and continued laughing as he tried to rinse the mere idea of someone else's shit out of his mouth.
"You didn't seem to mind the taste in the garage." I laughed as I walked into the bathroom and up to the sink where he was splashing and making a mess.
I turned off the faucet and grabbed a hand towel off the hook beside the sink. He stood up, his mouth open and tongue hanging out while his eyes probed me beseechingly for help. I couldn't help but smile down at how cute and innocent he appeared at that moment. Then I came to my senses and remembered, he wasn't innocent at all, he was a little beast! I began undressing him and was pleased when I unbuttoned his school shirt and saw the pink training bra still on him.
"So, no one noticed your bra and panties?" I asked.
He shook his head `no', "Not even mom or dad or anyone at school."
As I removed his pants, I was equally pleased to see that the panties were still there too. However, when he stepped out of his pants, I saw he was wearing normal socks.
I started to get quite cross, but then he said, "No sir! Look!"
He pulled off, first one sock, then the other to reveal the pink socks underneath.
"I just didn't take mine off after gym sir. But not on purpose." He started to babble, but I placed a finger over his lips which he finally closed for the first time since I arrived home.
I caressed his face, ran a finger across his cold wet lips and shushed him. I then lowered myself down, until I was on a single knee before him. I reached around and unfastened the bra, allowing it to spring free. As I pulled it off, I caressed his small, undefined shoulders and then leaned forward to kiss his neck. He shuttered and exhaled loudly, then pulled away to make eye contact.
His cute, peach fuzz covered cheeks began to blush as he confessed, "I stayed hard all day because of the panties."
Still holding him close, I ran my fingers down his arms, to his fingers and lifted them up, placing his hands on the back of my neck. He took the queue and hugged me as he nuzzled against my neck. Hooking my thumbs within the waistband of his pink, lacy underpants, I slide them down, first in the back, revealing his smooth ass. Continuing to pull downward, his very erect penis sprang free. Although I couldn't see it, I felt its resistance against the lacy material.
I leaned in and rested my chin on the back of his shoulders while reaching down and lifting his right leg back to pull off the pink sock. As I let his leg go, he pushed his hips forward, pressing his groin against my inner thigh, causing him to moan. However, from my vantage point, what I saw was his ass clench and push forward. I noticed then that I wasn't hard, not even slightly. With work today and Seth's passionate blowjob in the garage, it was going to take quite a bit more time for my older cock to rejuvenate. That being said, the rest of my body was quite excited and ready for action.
Placing my hands on his still clenched ass cheeks made Seth exhale again, breathing his hot breath on my neck. His hands wandered up and his fingers interlaced with my hair as he continued to thrust his hips forward against my inner thigh. He was humping my leg like some mongrel dog. I reached down and lifted his left leg back and removed the last pink sock, letting it drop to the floor with the rest of his clothes. I then wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close, breathing his scent and his preadolescent pheromones. He was intoxicating.
I'd spent the day fucking two separate guys while being filmed doing so, and yet all day, all I could think about was Seth wearing those pink girly underthings beneath his school uniform. I wanted to find out if anyone saw. I wanted to find out if he enjoyed them as much as I believed he would. But now that I was with him, all I wanted to do was hold him and inhale his boyish essence.
Seth pulled away, but not far. He was looking deep into my eyes as his hands caressed from my hair, to my ears, to my neck, to the top button of my shirt, which he began unbuttoning. His eyes lowered to concentrate on undressing me one button at a time. As my shirt opened, his hands seemed unable to resist running through my chest hair, then his fingers traced around each nipple. He leaned forward and began to suckle at my teat; first the left, then the right; flicking with his tongue and, causing them to become erect.
"Where did he learn to be so passionate?" I thought to myself.
He kissed his way down, stooping to allow his lips to reach my hairy navel where his tongue began to probe inside. It tickled and made me giggle; causing my abdomen to quake slightly. This made him chuckle too.
His fingers found my belt buckle and it was then that I stood back up. He never let go as he unbuckled it and then unbuttoned my pants. After he pulled my zipper down he gripped either side of my pants and pulled them and my boxer shorts down to my ankles in a single movement.
He eyed my flaccid penis but did not dive on it, not this time. The idea that it might still be covered in someone else's ass juices still repulsed him.
"Let's turn on the shower and get in. You can wash me while you tell me about your day." I suggested.
"Did you get the water fixed sir?" he asked and I knew he meant the water heater.
"Yes. I had it fixed in about five minutes." I said as I turned on the water.
"Did you forget to turn the gas back on sir?" he guessed.
I shot him a look over my shoulder and snapped, "How the hell did you know that?"
My loud comeback caught him off guard and made his body jolt with surprise. He then smiled and said, "I just guessed sir!"
I narrowed my eyes questioningly.
He laughed, "I REALLY DID SIR!"
I spun around, swept him off his feet and deposited him inside the shower.
The squeal that came out of him nearly burst my ear drums. "CCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLDDDDD! SIR YOU LIED!"
I laughed hard, "Nah, I just didn't turn on the hot yet."
He stood with his back against the far wall as I adjusted the water to a much more comfortable temperature and then joined him in the shower.
"Alright, so tell me about your day." I said as I handed him a washrag and a bar of soap.
He began lathering up the rag as he started his story.
"You said I should try to figure out why Mitchel and Oscar always stand by that bathroom sir!" He said but then fumbled the soap.
It slid past my feet and went somewhere behind me. He bent over and tried to wiggle past me to retrieve it. Of course I couldn't resist poking my finger into his little ass. He let out a yelp then a giggle as he stood back up quickly.
"No fair sir!" he laughed.
"So tell me more about Mitchel and Oscar." I said with curiosity.
He looked up at me with big eyes, trying to seem cute and innocent, but coming across as massively guilty as he said, "I sort of did a bad thing, but promise you won't be mad?"
"What'd you do?" I asked threateningly.
He reached out with the soapy rag and began to wash my genitals.
"I skipped one of my classes so that I could get to the lunch room before Mitchel and Oscar." He said in a higher than normal tone.
It was clear he was hoping I wouldn't punish him.
He was stroking my cock with the washrag as he continued.
"I hid in one of the stalls in the bathroom, with my feet up so no one would know I was in it. I only had to wait for lunch time and that's when I heard two guys come in."
He started washing my legs and was squatting instead of leaning over, apparently to keep me from poking his anus again.
"I could hear them talking, but didn't know who it was at first. All I did was listen; and after a couple minutes, it sounded like someone was making weird slurping sounds. I stood up on the toilet and peeked over the stall wall. That's when I saw Quinten McGregor, he's the basketball team captain. He was leaning over one of the sinks with his pants down and behind him was Trent Makarov, who's like the tallest kid in our school. He was licking Quinten's butt like you made me do only he seemed to like doing it; like he was licking ice cream or something."
"Wow!" I said as Seth stood back up and began to wash my chest and stomach.
I glanced down and saw that Seth's penis was rock hard and pointing straight up.
"Then Trent stood up, pulled down his pants and stuck his dick..." Seth stopped suddenly and looked up at me, "Am I allowed to say dick or is dick a swear word too sir?"
I chuckled, "Dick is fine, but don't say it around anyone like your parents or teachers."
He smiled and said, "I need to do your back now sir, and can you kneel or something. You are so tall, I can barely reach your shoulders."
He was exaggerating a bit, but I smiled willingly and lowered myself to my knees, which put us nearly face to face. Seth smiled and said with a giggle, "You were supposed to turn around too sir."
I leaned forward and kissed him softly then playfully said, "Oops."
Already being on my knees, I went to all fours as I turned.
Seth then said, "Yeah, stay like that sir." As he began to wash my ass, paying a lot of attention to my crack.
"So what happen next with Trent and Quinton?" I asked as I reveled in the feeling of having someone else wash my ass.
"Trent did Quinton's butt for a long time before he shot sperms inside him." Seth said.
"Instead of saying `shot sperms' say, `came'." I instructed.
Seth repeated, "Before he came inside him."
"That's better." I said.
Seth stepped closer, pressing his hard dick against my ass crack as he leaned over to wash my back. Despite the warm water, I still had chills race through my body. Although he wasn't inside me, Seth still humped my ass as he gleefully scrubbed.
"When Trent finished, they changed places and Quinton did Trent's butt." Seth said, "But Quinton was done caming faster."
"Cumming! Quinton was done cumming faster." I corrected.
"Oh, coming faster." Seth repeated.
"And it isn't spelled c-o-m-i-n-g, it is c-u-m-m-i-n-g." I added, "Present tense, cumming, past tense, came or had cum, future tense, will cum."
Seth was humping my ass fervently as I lectured him on proper sex grammar. He suddenly stopped and just froze, making this funny, throaty, gurgling sound. He'd dry humped himself right into an orgasm.
In his paralyzed state of orgasmic bliss, he slid off me and fell to the shower floor with a thud. As he lay there, I began to wash his body, being careful to avoid his now overly sensitive pencil-dick. After a moment or so he was able to stand and spread his legs, giving me full access to wash between his legs.
"How'd you get out of the school bathroom without being seen?" I asked.
Seth had his eyes closed and head back, enjoying the feeling of me washing his body, but upon hearing my question, he opened his eyes again.
"Easy! I just waited until Trent and Quinton left and lunch was over. I heard some other guys come in to use the bathroom. So I knew Mitchel and Oscar weren't guarding the door anymore."
"How many classes did you skip today?" I asked.
He was a bit proud of himself when he answered, "Including lunch, three sir."
"Lunch isn't really a class." I said as I stood and slid him under the warm water to rinse the soap off. He giggled as he slid on his back.
After the two of us were out of the shower and I was drying him off, he asked, "Are you still going to do my butt like you promised sir?"
His question took me by surprise. Here was Seth, the former scourge of my existence, asking... no, actually begging me to fuck him.
"Let me ask you something." I began with a cryptic tone to my voice, "Exactly what did I say to you yesterday?"
With him dry, I began to concentrate on drying myself as he stood there thinking.
"OH! About being good sir?" He finally asked.
"Yes," I answered slowly, still being cryptic.
"You said if I was good all day, you would do my butt sir." He answered.
"And where you good all day?" I asked.
He smiled, sure of himself as he asked, "Yes sir!"
"Really?" I asked.
"YES SIR!" he yelled with a tone almost begging me to shove my cock in his ass.
I smiled down at him then turned and hung the wet towel on the towel bar to dry. Without looking at him, I asked, "Do good boys skip classes?"
He was silent. When I looked back to him, his face was red and he looked pissed.
"Well do they?" I asked again.
"SIR! YOU SAID TO FIND OUT WHAT MITCHEL AND OSCAR WERE DOING!" He screamed at me.
Keeping my voice level and calm, I said, "Yes that is true. However, I did not say you could break school rules to do so; now did I?"
His face was growing darker by the second and fire was growing behind his eyes. He was about to blow any second. He opened his mouth to say something but then shut it again, pressing his lips so tightly that they turned white.
"Let me ask you something else." I said as I stepped past him and opened the bathroom door, "What proof did you manage to get to use as blackmail against Mitchel and Oscar or even against Trent and Quinton should the need arise?"
I looked back to Seth, who'd turned to face me, and the redness in his face seemed to flow out of his cheeks like water from a pitcher. He suddenly realized that with all the excitement of his discovery and wanting to come back to tell me, that he'd forgotten the most important part.
"I see," I said, "You not only broke school rules by ditching class, you even failed at your mission."
"SIR?" Seth cried out in frustration.
I turned away and waved dismissively, "Nope! You were bad and bad little sissy boys are not rewarded. They are punished."
I walked out of the room and was pleased when he followed after me like a sad little puppy.
"Now what did I do with that whip?" I mumbled jokingly.
Seth made this queer sound like someone had just ripped the head off his favorite teddy bear.
I laughed, "Oh yes, it's up in the attic!" I then turned and faced Seth as I added, "Be a lamb and run up to the attic and fetch the whip for me."
Seth's face was ashen gray with horror as he stood frozen with fear there in the hallway. I had no intentions of flogging him, but it was fun making him think I might. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes filled with tears right to the brink of bursting.
"Are those tears because you don't want to get punished or because I won't fuck you?" I asked with a smirk.
The tears broke free and flowed down his cheeks. In that moment I wondered if he was being sincere or if he was acting; trying to manipulate me. The mere idea that he might be faking those tears ignited anger within me.
"But how to be sure?"
Seth's face contorted with confusion and I realize that I'd actually said that last thought out loud.
I stepped to one side and motioned for him to head to the attic. In a tone one would use on a dog, I said, "Go on! Go get it! Go get it boy! Get the whip boy!"
Seth's little fingers began to curl into fists and I knew he was just about ready to blow his top. He only needs a tiny bit more.
"Seems we've reached another one of those cross roads where you get to make a choice. Take your punishment for breaking the rules, or go home and never bother me again."
He stomped his foot and shouted, "SIR! I JUST WANT YOU TO DO MY BUTT!" He then fell to his knees and sobbed. It was then that I knew he wasn't faking.
Now, I wanted to pick him up, take him to my bedroom and grant his wish, but I knew I had to resist my own urges. Reinforcing bad behavior was counterproductive to his training. He needed to be punished. It was then that I had an idea.
Leaving him there in the middle of the hallway floor, I stepped passed him and walked back into the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed one small item. As I came back out of the bathroom I bent over, picked Seth up and tossed him over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I then carried him to my bedroom where I retrieved a butt plug from my top dresser drawer. I sat myself down upon my bed lowered Seth over my left leg and pinned his legs under my right leg. He didn't even bother to object but continued to cry as I'm sure he prepared himself for a good spanking.
The first item I had retrieved from the medicine cabinet was a small plastic squeeze tube of pure vegetable glycerin. Using my left hand to keep him in place, I used my teeth to remove the plastic orange cap from the squeeze tube and placed the nozzle end against Seth's small anal opening. It came prelubed so it slid in with no trouble at all; he wouldn't be so lucky when it came time for the butt plug. With a single squeeze the entire contents left the container and went into Seth's rectum. I then had to work quickly before the glycerin began to take effect. I removed the nozzle from his hole, set it beside me and then picked up the butt plug. I set the narrow end against his now lubed hole and waited for him to exhale. When he did, I brutally shoved it in. I expected him to cry out once he caught his breath, but he didn't. Oh, he did squirm against it; not out of any desire to impede its insertion, but simply because it was too big for his small sissy-boy hole. It wasn't a huge plug; then again, it wasn't small either. I'd bought it for this very purpose, to clean myself out before work, but so far hadn't used it. It was five and a half inches long, widening at the base, but with a narrow neck. His sphincter stretched to accommodate its entry but didn't tear, which I hadn't thought about until after it was all the way in. His sphincter snapped shut on the neck of the plug, holding it inside him as it is supposed to do. However, with the glycerin going in first, it was only a matter of seconds before the gut wrenching desire to defecate would take effect.
With the plug well in place I stood the boy on his feet before me. He was no longer crying. He now looked to be in a state of shock.
Suddenly he shouted, "THAT REALLY HURT SIR!"
It was clear that the initial pain had momentarily overloaded the nerves in his anus because, he hadn't yet realized that the plug was in place. It took about twenty seconds before he started to feel the full feeling in his gut from the plug and another twenty or thirty seconds before the glycerin kicked in.
Pure vegetable glycerin has a negative reaction when injected into ones rectum. It acts as an irritation to the bowel walls, soon followed by a very powerful urge to evacuate. That's something I am familiar with. However, with the addition of the butt plug, I'm told it is a very strange feeling – like trying to pass a very large, hard stool after a few days of dehydration and constipation while not being able to do so.
I knew when the glycerin took effect because Seth's red swollen eyes grew wide quickly. When he made the run for the bathroom I quickly grabbed him by the wrist, keeping him there with me in the bedroom. I knew there was no way he'd make a mess in my room, not with that plug in place.
"SIR! I GOT TO GO NOW!" He urgently implored.
But I didn't let him go. Instead, I pulled him back to me and held him by both wrists, making him look me in the eye.
"Until I say otherwise, you are not allowed to talk again. Understood?" I asked.
He nodded his head up and down with exaggeration as he pressed his lips tightly together. His eyes gave away how earnestly he needed to poop. Pure vegetable glycerin if left in for more than a minute or so becomes excruciating. The urge becomes so strong that no other thoughts are possible other than keeping your ass clenched tightly as you race to the toilet as quickly as possible.
One morning before work, I made the mistake of injecting the glycerin into my anus before I went down to the basement to start a load of laundry. I didn't make it back to the second floor in time. As I raced up the basement steps I kept repeating aloud, "Hold it in! Hold it in!" But halfway up to the second floor, I lost the fight. What was worse, I had been nude at the time. What a mess I made! That's what prompted me to invest in the butt plug; however, I never needed it because I have never again left the bathroom once I squirted the glycerin into my anus.
Seth began to bounce impatiently in place as his eyes begged me to let go of him. He began to moan behind his tightly closed lips and I knew he wouldn't be able to stay quiet much longer.
"Reach back and push on the plug. Keep it in your ass." I ordered.
He did just as I said and winced when he pressed on it. I then reached down and took hold of his small flaccid cock but not his balls because they were too shriveled to get ahold of them. His eyes were pressed tightly closed as he attempted to concentrate.
Oddly, punishing the boy in this manner had an effect on me as well. My very tired cock had woken up and was more than willing for another go.
I gave his peter a tug and said, "Open your mouth but do not speak."
He obeyed as the tears began to flow once more from his squinting eyes.
I stood up and ordered, "Stick out your tongue."
He did without delay.
"Keep that plug in your ass as you lean over and suck on my cock."
He moved with extreme caution as he attempted to obey. His tears dripped on my dick as he endeavored to find it with his eyes closed.
I then placed his hands on my bare ass and ordered him not to take them off for any reason until I tell him he can. I then placed my purple cock head on his tongue. He did a retched job of sucking, but then again, he was in a lot of dire pain. I had to jack my own cock while he pretty much just held his mouth in place.
"When I cum, you are not to swallow until I give you permission. And if a single drop hits the floor, I will use that whip on you for sure!"
To his credit; despite his need to void his bowels with an urgency he'd never felt in his life, he still managed to close his lips over my cock head and keep them sealed.
Right before I started to fire my man seed into his mouth, I warned him, "Here it comes!"
I then leaned back, forcing him to lean further forward. I saw his ass tighten as he struggled to keep the plug from coming out.
Notwithstanding, my work load and Seth blowing me when I arrived home, seeing him in such a state really turned me on. Apparently I get off on causing him pain.
"How sick does that make me?" I thought to myself.
I fired into his mouth with four strong volleys before I was finally spent. However, I didn't withdraw my cock, but left it in his mouth as I milked every last drop from my quickly deflating shaft.
"Don't swallow!" I barked out when it looked like he was about too, "Keep it in your mouth until I say to swallow!"
I then slowly pulled my cock head past his soft lips and he closed them as I withdrew. But still in pain he managed to open his eyes, and with a single look, I could see how badly he wanted to poop.
"Keep your hand on that plug and walk slowly to the bathroom."
He didn't hesitate at all. He turned and did a sort of fast shuffling-waddle while keeping both hands on the plug and his ass cheeks tightly clamped. I was reminded of how a penguin walks and couldn't help but chuckle out loud. My laughter got his attention. He looked over his shoulder with distress in his eyes, his cheeks were puffed out and his lips puckered as he held my cum in his mouth.
Just before he was to enter the bathroom I stopped him with a loud, "WAIT!"
He quickly turned and, if looks could kill, I would have fallen stone dead right then.
"Are you ever going to skip classes again?"
He shook his head violently to indicate that he wouldn't.
"Not even if you think it is worth getting dirt on Mitchel, Oscar, Quinten or Trent?"
He shook his head violently again and with his eyes he begged me to let him go.
"When you go into the bathroom you are to go stand with your backside toward the toilet but you are not to sit and you are not to poop until I say you may. Understood?"
With his puffed out cheeks and puckered lips, he nodded that he indeed understood.
"Walk slowly to the toilet now." I said.
He was now walking on his tiptoes. I guess it helped somehow. He took up the position just as I had instructed and locked his eyes on mine, waiting for me to come remove the plug. However I didn't. I stood in the doorway without moving.
He pleaded with desperation in his gaze and tears flowing but still I waited.
His body quaked from the effort and pain.
"I want you to remember how you feel right now, because if you mess up again, I promise you that this will seem like tickle torture compared to what will happen to you."
He nodded his head like he understood.
"No, don't just nod your head. I want you to really understand!"
He nodded again as his eyes screamed at me.
Only then did I step into the bathroom. I knelt down on one knee beside him and placed a hand on his bare stomach. I could feel his guts doing somersaults within him as well as feel the trembling of his body.
"I'm going to reach back and pull the plug out. I'm going to do it quickly and then push you down on the toilet so that you don't spray all over the place."
"Ready?" I asked.
He nodded and mumbled something undecipherable.
"Here we go." I reached back, got hold of the base of the anal plug and pulled but it didn't budge.
"You've got to stop clenching or it won't come out."
He was crying hard now as he nodded his willingness to comply.
Although it took some effort, he finally relaxed his sphincter enough that I was able to begin pulling the plug out.
He moaned loudly as it stretched his ass open. Going in it is more tapered, coming out, it gets real wide real quick.
"Stop bouncing around. You are only making it hurt more." I said, which was true, but then I was also taking my sweet time pulling it out to prolong his punishment.
As soon as I saw the first signs of anal seepage, I quickly yanked the plug out and pushed him down on the toilet seat. The initial blast from his ass created a loud splash.
I stood up and dropped the plug into the lavatory sink, then told him to stay right where he was until I returned.
"I'll be gone a while and I expect you to be right there when I get back." I said, then left him to shit his poor little brains out.
I picked up our clothes from the floor, then walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I raced to my bedroom where I dressed as quickly as I could. With wallet, keys and cell phone, I scurried down the steps, out of the house and into the garage. I then drove to the drug store where I picked up something I knew Seth was going to need for a while before racing back to the house.
Part of me expected to find Seth gone, but another part knew he'd still be on the toilet. When I opened the bathroom door, the stench was pretty bad. Seth was still on the toilet. He was doubled over with his arms wrapped around behind his knees. He was no longer crying but his cheeks were still puffed out. I'd completely forgotten to tell him he could swallow before I left. I'd been gone just over ten minutes, but I'm sure, to him, it seemed much longer.
Without straightening up, he turned his head and made eye contact with me.
"Still pooping?" I asked.
He shook his head to tell me his ass was empty.
I stepped in and set the package on the floor beside the sink where he couldn't directly see it.
"Sit up." I ordered.
He did.
"Tilt your head back and open your mouth."
When he did, I looked into his mouth and saw that he still had my cum in there along with quite a lot of spit.
"Close your mouth and lift your head forward again."
"Now you may swallow."
It took him several gulping swallows before his mouth was drained. When he was done, he opened his mouth and gasped for air.
I pointed a finger at him and reminded him that he wasn't allowed to talk until I gave him permission to do so. He closed his mouth and nodded his compliance.
"I'm going to pick you up and put you back in the tub so I can clean your bottom. I'm also going to wash your face again."
He didn't respond, nor did he resist in any way. Once he was standing in the tub I reached over and flushed the toilet. It was really full; like what an adult might crap after three helpings of a thanksgiving meal.
Kneeling beside the tub, I turned on the water and he stood silently looking at me with big sad eyes. I turned him to face away and told him to bend over. That's when I saw that his asshole was red, swollen and still gaping open as I expected it might.
I had him cleaned up quickly without a single bit of resistance. He was one seriously defeated kid.
He was again facing me when I turned off the water. I began drying him off while he was still in the tub, that's when I asked, "Do you have homework?"
He nodded that he did have homework to do.
"Wait right here." I said as I got up, hung the wet towel on the towel bar and retrieved another, which I spread out on the floor.
I lifted Seth out of the tub with one arm under his legs and the other behind his back. Placing him on the towel I told him to close his eyes and lie still. I also reminded him not to speak. Only then did I retrieve the package I'd placed beside the sink.
"Keep your eyes and mouth closed!" I reminded him as I pulled the item out of the plastic bag and ripped it open. "Your ass is going to take some time to recover and I cannot risk it leaking all over my house. So I went and got something that will help."
He didn't respond at all.
"Bend your knees and slide your feet up near your ass."
"Good, now lift your bottom off the towel and keep it up until I tell you to let it down."
"Now you're being a good little sissy boy!" I declared and received no reaction from him.
It only took a moment, then I instructed him to lower his ass back down and to stretch his legs back out.
"But keep your legs spread." I ordered.
I was keeping an eye on him as I worked for any reaction or any telltale sign that he might realize just what I was doing.
"Alright, I'm done, but keep your eyes closed and stand up."
As he started to move I could see the puzzlement on his face and for the first time, noticed how prominent his black-eye was after his face had been washed. I was going to have to cover that shiner of his again before sending him home. When he was nearly to his feet I think that's when he comprehended that he was now wearing a diaper, because he paused and the puzzlement left his face as his brow furrowed for only a fraction of a second. Then a surprising hint of a smile appeared. I hadn't been prepared for a smile. Actually I expected him to rip it off the second he realized it was a diaper.
Once on his feet, he stood with his bare feet at shoulder width apart and his eyes still closed. When his hands moved toward the diaper I didn't stop him. He first felt the back with his left hand, then the front with his right. However it wasn't like he was grouping, more like exploring with his fingertips as though it might bite him.
"When I ask you something, you may speak now." I said to him. I then asked, "How do you feel?"
He didn't answer right away but took a second or two before he said, "Thirsty sir."
I chuckled, "Alright. How's your bottom?"
"Sore sir." He said.
I then asked, "Does it hurt a lot? Or is it just a little sore?"
He shook his head, "Only a little sore sir. Like after when you did my butt the first time sir."
I nodded, although he couldn't see me as he still had his eyes closed.
"You may open your eyes now." I said.
He did and looked immediately down at the diaper. That's when his hands really started to explore. He even cupped the front and squeezed it as though he was trying to feel his dick and balls through the diaper.
"Are you okay with wearing that while you do your homework?" I asked.
He didn't hesitate as he quickly looked up and said, "YES SIR!"
I couldn't hold back my smile as I then asked, "Do you like wearing a diaper?"
He gave me an inaudible nod with a big tight lipped smile and big wide eyes.
"All right! Let's get you down to the kitchen table so you can start on your homework." I said before adding, "You didn't have lunch right?"
"No sir." He answered.
"Me either, so I'll make us both something to eat while you are working." and then I remembered about the math I had helped him with the previous day, "Oh hey did I get that math question correct?"
"Teacher has to grade it and will give it back tomorrow maybe, sir." He answered while again looking and fingering the diaper.
"Why don't you go get busy on your homework? I'm going to clean up a bit then will be down to check on you."
I thought for sure he'd ask for clothes to wear over the diaper, but he didn't even ask for a shirt as he headed out of the bathroom, walking funny as he went.
However, instead of finding him hard at work, I found him sound asleep with his head lying on a text book and a pencil still in his hand. It was such a cute moment that I thought I'd take advantage of it. As quietly as I could, I removed the chairs across from him, retrieved my video recorder and then proceeded to film him from every angle as he slept.
As I filmed, I could smell the distinct odor of poo and knew his ass was probably still leaking shit into the diaper. It was a good thing I didn't let him get dressed or worse yet, run around naked.
Once I felt I had plenty of footage, I placed the chairs back and returned my camera to my home office. I then went up the stairs about half way and called down in a loud enough voice that I knew would wake him up.
"How's that homework coming?"
There was a pause long enough for me to wonder if he'd awaken at all, but then I heard, "Good! I'm... Sir! It's good... homework!"
It didn't make much sense but I didn't let on. Instead I descended the stairs and pretended to check on him before making us both a grilled cheese sandwich.
"When you have finished up, you left the comforter in the wash yesterday. It needs to be put in the dryer before it gets musty." I then thought I would poke the bear a bit by adding, "Oh and let me know if you dirty or wet that diaper and I'll change you."
Seth tried to look everywhere but at me as he blushed so deeply red. It was clear that he could smell the stench too, but was unwilling to tell me he'd soiled the diaper.
"What?" I asked, playing dumb, "Have you made poopies and pee-pees in your diaper already?" I teased.
"It's not my fault, sir!" he shouted angrily.
I smiled and said, "Well just finish up that homework and then I'll change you."
He looked desperate; as if he wanted to ask to get out of that shitty diaper right away but was too embarrassed to ask. Sitting in his own shit for a while would help teach him not to break the rules.
"Hope you like grilled cheese." I commented.
"Y-y-yes sir!" He stuttered.
When Seth had finished his homework, he was changed and then we went to the basement where he completed all the remaining laundry. That's when I taught him how to iron clothes. As I was showing him how to iron a pair of dress pants, he stopped responding for several seconds. At first I didn't know why, but then it hit me.
"Did my sweet sissy boy just make a pee-pee?" I asked as though speaking to an infant.
Seth blushed as red as a summer rose.
Instead of changing him right away. I left him in his wet diaper while he finished all the laundry and ironing. I stayed close by to keep an eye on him with that hot iron, but he needed little help. He took to his chores like a natural boy-wife.
Before sending Seth home for the evening, I cleaned him up and inspected his anus. It was nearly back to normal although still a little bit swollen. The last diaper he was in had no signs of anal leakage but was quite wet, nearly to bursting. Upon questioning, Seth told me he wet in it twice while downstairs.
I didn't want him to go home, but I would never let him realize I was growing fond of having a little sissy-boy around the house.
TO BE CONTINUED
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