CHARLIE
Jack Sprat
While working on a construction project in a small Midwest town, I met Charlie. I was in my twenties. Charlie was eighteen. He worked in the general store. It was just a matter of time by sitting with him at the soda fountain, or having a hamburger with him, that our friendship blossomed. On our days off we would take drives together or hike around the countryside.
It happened one night after I drove Charlie home. It was still early so we sat in the car and talked. It was cold night. I mentioned I was chilly and suggested we snuggle to both keep warm.
Charlie moved close and I put my arm around him. He grew quite relaxed and didn't say no when I unbuttoned the two top buttons on his shirt and ran my hand inside and across his bare chest. Charlie must be a virgin. I wanted him badly. I didn't want to hurry things. My hands gently stroked his chest but went no further. More evenings followed. Every night, we looked forward to our chats and Charlie always slid over to snuggle.
One night, when I knew Charlie was very comfortable and complacent, I slid my hand over his crotch making several light passes. Charlie said nothing. I didn't pursue any more feels that evening. I wanted to set the stage for a later time.
It was after a full day of hiking. We sat in the car for more chatting and snuggles. Charlie mentioned he was tired. I remembered when I used to experiment around with hypnosis in my college days. I suggested to Charlie that he take about five deep breaths. A short silence followed. I said, "Close your eyes. You are getting sleepy--sleepy. You are falling asleep."
Charlie snuggled closer and started deep rhythmic breathing. I knew he was hypnotically asleep. I asked him several trivial questions. He answered without hesitation.
I asked how many times a week he masturbated. He answered about ten. I asked if he was a virgin. He said yes. I asked if he was attracted to men. "I don't know," was his reply. I then instilled what a pleasure it would be to snuggle and feel each others naked warmth.
Since Charlie was responsive to this first session I instilled a code word, whenever I said it, he would fall asleep and respond only to my voice.
A week later, I had to go to the city for shopping. I asked Charlie to come. It would be an overnighter. Charlie agreed. After a days shopping and good dinner with sufficient wine, we returned to the motel where I had selected a room with two single beds. I hoped my earlier subliminal suggestion had been implanted.
I showered first and Charlie followed. Both in our shorts, we climbed into our beds, said good night, and the light was shut off. We were both mellow from the dinner wine. For a few minutes, I tossed. "I'm cold." I said. "Why don't you come over and we'll snuggle." Charlie crawled in, turned on his side, snuggling closely. The stage was set.
I put my arm around him as I had done so many times. I stroked his bare chest then moved down his outer thighs. Moving my hand to his waistband, I worked my fingers around the top of his briefs. Charlie lay still and said nothing.
I reached in his shorts. Charlie gave a start and tried to pull my hand away. It was not a hard pull, more startled than anything. "Relax," I said, as I continued. Charlie gave no further complaint as my hands gently fondled.
"You'll feel more comfortable with your shorts off."
Charlie raised his butt. I slipped his shorts down his legs and off his feet. I quickly removed mine. We pressed our warm naked bodies against each other.
Charlie was uncut. There was a mild scent of smegma. His young penis was as hard as a rock. It was a nice size for a boy of his build. About six inches with a bursting tip. A nice pair of firm balls filled his scrotum. Charlie was in bliss as I fondled, experiencing a sensation he'd never had. He spread his legs wider for more.
I guided a spittled finger across his sensuous tip while slowly pumping and fondling until he started to squirm.
"I'm coming".
I increased my stroke. His body shuddered as his warm sperm flowed about my hand. Giving a blissful sigh, he turned on his side. I turned so my leg was over his. Taking his hand, I moved it to my crotch. He hesitated at his first touch. I was lightly gripped, cautious explored, then slowly jacked until my sperm covered his hand.
Charlie rolled to his back. I kissed his bare chest and moved my lips downwards until his hard penis touched my cheek. Slipping back his foreskin. I moved his tip through my lips tonguing his piss slit and underside while his hands stroked my hair. His warm cream flowed into my mouth from a second come.
I knew that Charlie was drained. To make him give a final drop would be his ultimate sensation.. I patiently stroked until he was again at full mast and applied Abolene cream, his balls and prick now sliding through my slippery hand.
"It feels so good", Charlie murmured. "But I cant come again. I don't have any more. I'm done."
"I really can't," Charlie repeated softly.
I reached between his drawn and spread legs gently pressing my finger against his anus. Charlie gave a start. He had never been touched there. I slowly pushed, a little at a time, my finger continuing until it could go no farther.
Charlie started to wiggle. His breathing became faster. His asshole could not abort the foreign body that was causing such strange sensations. My tongue, simultaneously licked his penis. He let out a startled cry, and with great body effort, he produced his last drop, then lay limp, emitting quiet sobs of contentment. Stroking him I spoke the hypnotic word.
"You are asleep now. All you can hear is my voice...Tonight felt so good... Tomorrow, when you awake, your whole body will again crave Al's touch. All your modesty will be gone. You will be most willingly give yourself to AL when he wants you. Good night, Charlie."
The next morning I was awakened with Charlie's fondles. Last night, the room was dark. My hands had explored Charlies body, but I really hadn't viewed it. I drew back the covers. My eyes feasted on a smooth and beautiful boy. Perfectly formed legs ran to his crotch where his boy-fresh penis stood totally erect. His pouch supporting two, firm, oval balls, covered with blonde, silken hair.
"Roll over," I said, gently helping him..
Charlie willingly turned and lay on his stomach. I slipped a large pillow under him, raising his young, perfectly rounded, smooth, butt-cheeks. I gently spread them, then lubricating my index finger, I touched his hole and pushed slowly in.
"Please be gentle," he said, as he wiggled to help it in further.
Charlie lay still as my finger ran in, out, and around his butt hole. It moved much easier now. I wanted to rub his prostate and maybe try two fingers, but felt it best not to disturb the present tranquillity.
I so badly wanted Charlie to suck my cock. Charlie refused. He said he just couldn't do THAT!..His reluctance would have to be taken care of through suggestion.
"You are sleeping, Charlie. You hear my voice. Tonight, when you go home and to bed, you will jack off. Your fantasies will be about Al. You will think how exciting it would be to suck on his cock. It will feel big. It will be slippery. Al will guide your head, stroke your hair, and instruct you as you show your love. His warm fluid will flood into your mouth. You will savor its taste and swallow slowly.
On our next meeting, Charlie couldn't wait. I was sucked and licked like never before. It seemed that he was in a frenzy. There was no stop in the action on my balls and prick. My flow of warm juices was greedily swallowed until I was completely dry. I finally had to pull his head away, cooling him down with long, enduring kisses. I again put Charlie to sleep.
"Charlie you have entered a new passage of life. Your body has found new feelings. Your asshole itches for Al's finger. You anticipate its entry. You will want your inner-body clean. You will take an enema before sex. To give one to yourself is an awkward messy affair. You will ask Al if he will do it. Now fall into a natural sleep".
The next night, after undressing, Charlie volunteered, "I should have an enema. Would you to give it to me?"
I went to the bathroom and filled the enema bag full of hot soapy water, selecting an enema tip I felt was the right size. It would enter Charlies ass fitting erotically tight. I lubed it well and called to Charlie. Charlie came in naked and saw the large tip. I could see his buttocks flex tight at the thought of it being slipped in his hole.
"It will really turn you on without hurting", I said.
He looked at it again and gulped. Then he saw the big bulging water bag.
"Not all that," he gasped.
"No," I said. "I don't want to make you crampy. The first half will be a flush, the second a rinse. Kneel and put your head down."
Charlie complied. I loved seeing him in this position. His Cupid cheeks poked out, his cute balls dangling below.
"Draw your legs up tight to your chest and spread as wide as possible."
Charlie complied.
Greasing two fingers, I slowly oiled his outer asshole, poking the two in as far as possible then finishing with one finger that went all of the way. I took the enema tip and gently pressed. His anus spread. I watched as the tip slowly disappeared. Charlie flinched, emitting a small sound.
"Does it hurt?", I asked.
"No, but it's real tight."
I left the last inch protruding. Snapping the valve open, I watched as the hanging enema bag slowly collapsed.
"I'm feeling it," moaned Charlie. "How much more?".
"Just a little," I said, as the bag drained to the half way mark.
"There!".
I slowly pulled back the large tip from his spread cheeks, watching its slow slippery exit and his asshole tighten to normal. With my hands, I squeezed his butt cheeks together.
"I want to help you hold the water as long as you can. It will do a better job."
I kept my squeeze until he started to squirm.
"I'm getting crampy."
I released my hands and left the bathroom, hearing a strong stream of evacuating water followed by milder sounds. The toilet finally flushed and Charlie called, "I'm done."
"Do I have to take a rinse." he asked almost pleadingly as I re-entered the bathroom.
I nodded. "This time, lay face down on the floor."
Charlie complied and lay prone. I spread his butt and slowly inserted the re-greased tip. I held the bag high, the hose descending, anchoring to the tip in his ass. I put my bare foot in the small of his bare back, restraining him to the floor, then re-started the flow. Charlie docily let me continue.
Charlie had fallen in love with me. He wanted to live with me. I wanted to put him through one more test. I gave more subliminal instruction.
"You love Al so much. You know Al loves you. You will do anything for him. If you live with him, you must faithfully obey him. You will receive punishment if you don't. Tomorrow night, you will submit to a spanking to show your love and obedience. We must have a full understanding. Now fall into a natural sleep."
The next night in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed watching Charlie disrobe. He slipped his briefs down then moved to where I was sitting on the bed. I took his hard penis in one hand and gently fondled his balls with my other. I pulled him closer and licked him. I turned him around and worked my finger into his rectum as he stood perfectly still.
"I'm going to spank you tonight, Charlie."
Charlie nodded like he knew, but nothing had been said except in the previous hypnosis.
"You know it's going to hurt".
"I know," Charlie said softly.
I opened the dresser drawer and brought out a length of soft cord. Charlie held out his wrists. I tied them just tight enough to act as a comfortable restraint.
"Lie on the bed face down. Put your face in the pillow."
Charlie followed my instructions.
I took a wooden school ruler from the dresser drawer and drew it through Charlies crack so he could feel the coldness of the wood.
"You know why we must do this?"
Charlie gave an understanding nod and resigned himself for what was to come. I slipped a pillow under him, raising his bare butt.
It was not a hard spank, just a good slap that I knew would cause sting. Charlie flinched and wiggled in his restraint. I swatted him again. His butt showed a shade of pink. He wreathed as I continued to swat, then, with tears in his eyes, he asked for no more. His butt-cheeks were a soft glow. I untied him and held him close, tenderly rubbing his burning bottom, hoping to help cool it.
"I love you, Al," Charlie said. "When I disobey, please punish me."
Charlie moved in with me. Our togetherness continued to grow. We decided to live together forever. We planned a ritual with confirmation vows.
On the chosen evening, we dined with fine food and wine. Afterwards, lights were dimmed, candles were lit, and a warm fire glowed in the fireplace. Soft music played in the background. We recited our vows to each other and embraced.
I gave Charlie a gift box containing a gold neck chain. I placed the chain around his neck, it being a symbol of bonding. Charlie slipped a ring on my finger.
He undressed, presenting his body. I positioned him on all fours for consummation. I oiled his butt gently, massaging for a good period of time. Lubricating myself, I knelt behind him.
Finding his asshole with the tip of my penis, I slowly started to push. He was very tight. I knew it would hurt. It had to. I was taking his virginity. I pushed harder, but with care. I entered deeper, moving slow and gentle. It took some time before my balls touched his soft, boy cheeks. I gripped his hips, pulling them slowly towards me then pushing away, enjoying the squeeze of his tight virgin sphincter. Charlie moaned as I continued.
I came exhaustively, leaving my last drop of sperm in his inner body. I stayed in him until I softened and my penis was expelled.
We stood, pressed our warm naked bodies together, and hugged and kissed.
Charlie was mine forever.....
THE END