Date: Wed, 08 Nov 2000 00:31:00 -0800 From: Jacksprat20@hotmail.com Subject: The Worming The following story is absolute fiction intended for those over 18 years of age. Younger people please leave. The Worming Jack Sprat My Dad is a personal friend of our family doctor, Ted Anderson. They frequently golf and lunch together. Since Mom died, Dad looks after me. I'm Daryl. I'll graduate from high school next year. Dad is insistent I get a yearly physical from "Ted", his doctor friend. They really seem to be close. When Dr. Anderson gave me my last physical, I was kept nude for a long time. I did all kinds of exercises for him to make sure there was not some deformity keeping my body from any normal movement. He stood behind me when I touched my toes, making me do right hand, left foot, and left hand, right foot. I got on the exam table doggy fashion, dropped my shoulders and drew in my legs as he kneaded my balls checking for "testicular cancer." This examination was repeated three times before he spread my butt and s-l-o-w-l-y wiggled his greased finger up and down my ass telling me I was quite tight back there. Leaving, I was given a tongue depressor and a small plastic bag. I was to dip into one of my toilet stools, gathering a bit on the depressor, put it inside it inside the bag and leave it at his lab. Later, "Ted" asked me and Dad to come to his office for a consultation. I had no idea what for. Dr Anderson opened my folder. "Daryl, the lab report shows your bowel is carrying Asian worms. Do you eat sushi?" I nodded, adding, "I love Sushi." "I have no idea how many worms you are carrying. Enemas will remove them. What I'm worried about is the deposit of their eggs." "The worms lay eggs attaching to the inner bowel in clumps, holding them with a sticky secretion. A normal enema or purge will not flush them loose. Therefore, special enema tips with spray holes and small soft brushes have been developed. Your enemas, will have egg killing solution added which will spray and softly brush your intestines. High up, where intestines are smaller, a smaller tip and brush are used." "Your lower rectum, which is much larger, will require a sizeable insertion. Therefore, the enema tips will get larger at the last for adequate spraying and soft brushing. If the eggs are not fully removed, they will hatch and you will be full of worms again. This whole cleansing process will take three days a week for several months." I was stunned. "You mean I will be given enemas for two months?" "I'm afraid so," Dr. Anderson replied. "To avoid much discomfort when the larger insertions take place, you should have your anus frequently massaged to make it softer, wider, and more receptive for treatment." My butt cheeks tightened in revolt. "I've talked to your Dad, and he said he thought you'd be less embarrassed and more comfortable if he did you in your own bathroom. Or, you can come to my office and I will do it." Dad slipped his arm around me, pulling me closer. I looked with questioning eyes. "Dad!? ...but I..........." "I had an earlier talk with Dr. Anderson," Dad said. "We both agreed it is best that I did your enemas at home. Dr. Anderson has furnished us with complete procedures, the the enema kit with special tips, and a large jar of extra slippery salve. You still have the choice of me or Dr. Anderson." Dr. Anderson smiled, I could read his leacherous thoughts. "No, Dad. I want you." II That night I stepped from the shower into Dad's waiting towel. He fully dried me, including my balls, prick and ass crack, saying I'd have to get used to his seeing me naked and getting touched. I was to wear no clothes at enema times. Embarrassing accidents could happen. He lifted me to my bed. With a red face, I spread my legs while he quickly applied cosmetic cream to my penis and balls. "Dad! What the......?" You might just as well get used to me seeing it stiff. You will always get hard as the enema water sloshes around and over your prostate. Since it will always turn you on, it's OK to jack off. Don't be ashamed or modest. You'll feel better if you do. Do you want to do it now?" Dad watched as my body stiffened, my balls bounced, and my ass cheeks clamped tightly together. With a far away look, I pounded until white streaming jism flew out everywhere, making "coming" moans, then dropping with exhaustion. "Good Boy," Dad said proudly. Dad leaned over and kissed me on the lips while circling his hand across my chest, rubbing the cum into my skin. "Draw your legs up and spread them. Put a pillow under your butt" I watched Dad apply grease his middle finger. Reaching under me, it slid in my hole, and its massage started. "Son, tomorrow is Saturday. This weekend, I will be home both days. I want you to wear white socks, loafers, and a T-Shirt in the house. No briefs." "But Dad! That will leave my prick, balls, and butt showing. I can't do that!" I've read Dr Anderson's manual,"Dad said with stern strictness. "It says it is training to lessen modesty and at this stage, boys can become disobedient. Spank their bottoms until they behave." "You wouldn't!" "Yes I would. I haven't seen you with a red bottom for years." "Tomorrow, you will come to breakfast, dressed as I said, and get used to me looking at you. Remember, enemas start this Monday. I want you to be relaxed and ready. House cleaning was always done on the weekend. It was my job to do the vacuuming. Dad had a jar of Jelly beans. Friday night, he knocked them over, their scattering all over the rug. My vacuum wouldn't pick them up. Nude, I had to bend over to retrieve each one as Dad watched from behind. After my bedtime shower, Dad came with a jar of Creme. Each night I took a different position. His finger massaged me for a half hour. Soon I could take two fingers. "Your enemas start tomorrow night. Are you ready?" "Yes, Dad! I am stretched more and no longer so embarrassed." III Monday night came. I took my bedtime shower and Dad dried me down. I was surprised to be taken to the living room where a mobile steel table held a vertical post, the red bulging bag hanging from its top. The table itself contained a lubricant jar and a hand towel. Dad had on a robe. "How do you want me?" I asked. Dad sat on the sofa near the cart. I was surprised at my final position. I straddled his right leg, which was bare when his robe slipped away, and I bent to my right, where my face was in a sofa's cushion, my naked butt sitting square in his lap. His robe was open and I felt his hard, naked prick pulsate against my stomach. He spread my crack, his massaging lubed fingers relaxing me. It didn't hurt too much as the strange tip pushed higher, but when the water started, the spray and soft turning brush gave me an extra strong hard on. It was a weird, erotic feeling, and my prick sprung up real fast. I started to masturbate. Seeing my balls bounce, Dad gently grasped them, giving gentle tugs. I came with warm streams that must have hit and ran down Dad's naked leg. The bag was empty. I was full. Dad slid out the tip and squeezed my cheeks tightly to help me hold as long as possible. "I've got to go, Please, Dad!" Released, I ran to the bathroom. Dad followed. I wanted to be alone, but Dad stayed and squeezed my hand and rubbed my back saying, "Good boy." every time I let out a gush. He inspected the bowl before flushing. I expected to wipe myself, but Dad had me bend over and put my hands on my knee caps while he wiped inside my crack and cleaned my hole. Finishing, he fingered in some real cool ointment. It felt real good. My enemas continued as scheduled. Larger tips were added as needed. My positions were changed often, my being doggy fashioned, arms stiff, or shoulders dropped. At times, I was on my side with my leg drawn up. I was always sure to push my balls behind me so Dad could grasp and tug as the water ran in and I jacked off. My ball position was never talked about. Dad never started feeling my balls until the enema started, guessing I would think it was the enema. The last purging was with the large rectum tip and brush. Dad had massaged my hole for a long time, getting it to relax and open even larger. This thing looked like a round toilet brush, but the bristles were real soft. I got doggy fashion with my butt high as it was slowly pushed into me. I tried not to show pain, but I let out a sound of distress as my butt muscles opened more than max for its sliding insertion. When it was over, Dad squeezed my butt cheeks again, having me hold for as long as I could. I thought this was the last session, but Dad said there was one more to be done tomorrow night. The following night I stayed in dog position while Dad worked up some nice, cool slippery stuff, then I dropped my shoulders and pushed my butt back further, happily knowing this was the last session. This tip felt different, softer and sliding easy. It felt good. When warm flesh and balls slapped my cheeks I spread my legs wider and poked back further moaning, "Dad. Oh Dad!" I have a feeling this whole enema thing was conjured up by Dad and his close friend, the doctor so I would be wider and his prick would fit with ecstacy, not pain. It worked! the end.