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Authoritarian, enemas, F M/b
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Bobby's Training By Wolf
Bobby was frightened to death when his mother took him to the behavioral modification clinic. It was sprawling complex located in a forest many miles from home. His mother drove up the gravel driveway to the front of the main building. A man in a white lab coat and a couple of women in hospital greens came out to great them.
His mother introduced him to the man as Dr. Williams, and he introduced the two nurses. His mother simply removed his one and only suitcase from the back seat of the car and handed it to one of the nurses.
Dr. Williams reminded his mother that Bobby would be in their complete control for the next month, before she got back in her car and drove off.
The nurse told Bobby that she would take my bag to the room he was being assigned to. Dr. Williams led him and the other nurse to his office. Dr. Williams told his nurse, "You can leave us now!" Then he told the youth, "You may have a seat in front of the desk!"
"Yes Sir!" was the only response the fearful Bobby could come up with.
Dr. Williams circled the desk, and sat down in his office chair. He maintained a stoic expression on his face while he studied the paperwork in front of him. When he looked up he said, "I see that you are 12-years-old, Bobby. You're aware that your mother has put you in my care for the next month, because she has caught you masturbating repeatedly, and were unable to break you of the habit!"
Bobby was frightened by the prospect of spending the next month in this hospital. He scanned the room quickly. It looked normal enough, bookcases behind the desk with text books, photographs of people, and little items of other memorabilia on the shelves. The one thing that caught his eye was what was hanging from a hat rack. It was a red rubber enema bottle, with a long black rubber hose attached to a long nozzle. He didn't understand what the red bulb at the base of the nozzle was for. He would soon learn that the inflatable bulb would lock the nozzle up his ass, so that it would not come out.
Dr. Williams coughed to get Bobby's attention. "Bobbly I want to know exactly what Mr. Jones did to you when your mother left you in his care for the summer!"
Bobby's face turned bright red, "Ah...nothing!" he stammered.
"Your mother had heard you talking in your sleep, and she is worried. She has given me complete authority to get to the bottom of your problem! You are going to be here for the next month, and I have full authority to punish you to get honest answers to my questions!"
Dr. Williams pointed toward the enema bag. All Bobby could do was to swallow. He knew from experience what it was used for, and had a nozzle much bigger that the little one his mother used on him. He never liked it when his mother used it on him
"I have treated hundreds of boys and girls, and I always get at the truth. I'm not a mean man, but I will do what is necessary to get a child to talk!" Dr. Williams pulled a large picture from his desk, and held it up for Billy to study.
It showed a young teenage boy standing sideways with his face turned towards the camera. The youth looked embarrassed. His tummy was flat, and his pee-pee was standing straight up. The typed caption underneath said, "Typical 14-year-old masturbator."
The next picture he produced was of the same boy. His tummy was bulging out, like a starving Ethiopian child. His pee-pee was tied up with a leather strap. There was enema attached to his butt, and tears were running down his face, as he held his bulging tummy, and looking at the camera. The caption stated "Mastering a Masturbator."
Dr. Williams sat the pictures down on top of his desk where Bobby could see them. He knew that Bobby would have to learn to accept his authority. At this point he wanted to establish some vocabulary and rules.
The Doctor said, "A boy, even one 14-years-old, still has a pee-pee. Only a man has a cock!"
The use of the word pee-pee was humiliation tool. No matter how grown up the boy thought he was, he would always be treated like a child at this isolated clinic. It was a walled compound in the wildness.
All of the patients had to be obedient to any adult they met. There were both men and women that were invited to visit the behavior modification unit liked to make the boys and girls cry. They were allowed to slap them around, spank, and enemas were allowed, but they were not allowed to inflect lasting injuries, not even restrain them in such a way to prevent them from moving around.
The children all feared the weekly meetings with the stern faced old men and women. Dr. Williams told Bobby about the visit of an old woman, named Mrs. Jones, whose hair was pulled back and tied in a tight bun on the back of her head. She was wearing heavy shoes and an old style dress that looked like one of the Mormon women that settled Utah. She was introduced to a gangly 14-year-old boy name Bobby, and she took a leather collar out of her large purse. Without saying another word, she stepped behind the boy, and fastened the collar around his neck. The collar had short leather handle to make it easy to control a boy or girl.
Dr. Williams said, "Mrs. Jones will be your mistress today! She will have the same punishment authority that I have. Understand?"
"YES SIR, but what is going to happen to me?" Bobby asked.
"That's very simple, Mrs. Jones cut in, "I'm going to show you what an old woman can do to a proud young boy, such as you. You're going to be brought down to size and totally humiliate!"
"Please, Dr. Williams, don't make me go with her, PLEASE!" Bobby whined.
Dr. Williams replied, "The decision has already been made. You're making Mrs. Jones frustrated, and that not a wise idea.
"Please," Bobby pleaded, and began to cry as Mrs. Jones led him out of the office and down the hall to one of the punishment rooms.
Once inside the room, she locked the door. You defied me in front of the good doctor, she said, turning to face the frightened teenager.
Bobby pleased "Pease, I'm sorry," he started crying like a baby.
Mrs. Jones said, "We'll see just how sorry you are!" while walking to the side of the room, and rolling a hat-rack to the bench. It had a bulging enema bottle with a rubber hose dangling from the bottom. She sat in a chair at the back of the bench. She demanded, "Get your clothes off, and kneel face down on this bench! I'm going to start this session with some good enemas!"
Bobby was trapped. Mrs. Jones was a crazy woman when it came to enemas. Her greatest pleasure in life was draining a full enema bottle into the bowels of young boys.
She forced the young boys to say, "My enema, my enema...You're giving me an enema. I'm an enema boy slut, for Mrs. Jones. Oh, my enema," they were required to repeat over and over again.
Bobby was whimpering and begging, but he did as he was told. Before she allowed him to mount the table on his knees, Mrs. Jones fondled his pee-pee until it was stiff.
She accused him with a stern look, "You masturbate, don't you?"
"No, that's naughty!" Bobby replied.
"Then why did your pee-pee get stiff so fast?" she asked. She gripped his pee-pee in her right hand, and used her left hand to feel his balls. She squeezed enough to forced Bobby to hold out his arms in a gesture of total surrender.
He begged, "Please, no, no, I couldn't help it!"
"I know because I saw the file, and that's why I'm going to punish you with enemas, and make your rectum large enough to accommodate a cock as large as a horse's cock. Then I'm going to bring in an old man to sodomize you. Then you will know how much power I have over you, and you tell us ever thing the men taught you all masturbation and such.
As Bobby complied with her demand by knelling on top of the bench with his butt in the air and his head resting on his crossed arms, Mrs. Jones placed a photograph of an old man dressed in a business suit in front of Bobby.
"This old man will be the one to sodomizer today! Your boy pussy will be pierced by hid stiff cock, and I will be here to help him push it into your bowels!" she proclaimed.
Mrs. Jones flushed Bobby's Collin out three times. After each time the enema bag was empty she walked down the hall to the bathroom slowly. The desire to shit would cause him to suffer immensely. She would force him to stand over the toilet until she felt he had suffered enough d before she deflated the bulb in his butt. The nozzle would be expelled with force along with the contents of his Colin. By the third enema that water was clear. This time when she led him back to the room, she had him mount the bench again.
Only this time she opened the door to admit the old man from the photograph. He was dressed just like the picture, with a three piece business suit. The man's hair was almost snow white. He stood in front of the bench to remove his clothes.
Mrs. Jones stood next to him, so that he could hand her each item of clothing. He didn't wear an undershirt, but he was wearing blue spandex briefs. The impressive thing was the way the material molded around the bulge of his cock. The thing was lying along the junction of his left leg and his trunk almost to the elastic waistband. The thing must have been eight inches long.
When he removed his briefs Bobby was frightened to think he was planning on inserting that thing in his butt. His balls dangled between his legs as if the two little balls were stretching the sack to its limit. Bobby really got scared at the touch of the old man's hands on my butt. The old man ran the head of his cock up and down the crack of Bobby's butt. When the old man finally settled in on the buggering of anus, Bobby braced himself for the assault on his asshole. His own balls and penis swung back and forth with every stroke.
His mother was finally told that he was beyond re- training, so she might as well accept that I was going to remain gay.
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