Disclaimer all of this is true, you just can’t make this stuff up. the names mayhave been changed to protect the not-so-innocent and keep privacy in place. Enjoy the read.
Ok, I am a kinky old SOB, I love submissive men and having them serving my kinks and needs.
A bit of background In the early part of the new millennium, I returned to live in Spokane WA from Boise ID. I had inherited Grandma's house.
The House was constructed in 1906. It was a Craftsman's kit home from Sears (most frequently called a Bungalow). It had been in the family for 70-plus years.
It is a small, abit under 1000 sq foot home. Painted white on white with a red tile roof, a wonderful front porch, two bedrooms, one bath, a full attic, a full basement with a root cellar, and a garage off the basement that opened to an alley.
The main level had original oak hardwood floors, a built-in hutch, a window seat, and a fireplace.
The house is located on Spokane’s south hill, close to the hospitals, downtown, and the freeway. Old, Cozy, and comfortable.
Spokane was a sleepy berg, but had a hell of a lot of kinky sub pervs… this is the story of one of those subs.
About 25 years ago I first met Steven on Craigslist. I frequently ran ads there I wasn't into the bar scene or the early dating apps…I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it.
Looking for fresh sub meat into BDSM. Blindfolds, bondage toys, enemas,service, humiliation and more for a long night of serving a masters needs.
Basically, it was what my ad said.
I got a lot of the Craig's list piecrust types, you know-flakey -- but more often I hit on a man wanting to “experience” giving up control. Most of them were new to man-on-man sex,most often one timers but then I found Steven.
I was in my 40s, Steven was in his late 50s. A red head, handsome, well build with a natural 6 pack, great legs and a tiny ass. He was of small stature. 5’4”, maybe 120 on a good day, a 26 inch waist ( he could and did still shop in boys department) the draw back -he had a dead dick. Try as he may it stopped getting hard because a combination of drugs post a head on collision 10 years before he met me. (Not with a car, but with a horse he was a jockey).
Steven responded to the ad and follow up email discussions. He rang all the right bells. I invited him over.
Our sessions started at 7pm with him showing up fresh as flower in and out,wearing slacks, A long sleeve shirt,dress shoes and a pair of Jockey Skants under his conservative attire.
I was very specific as to what I was looking for: a long slow blow and foot massage, followed by the sub getting up on his knees and getting a series of progressively larger retention enemas as they continued to suck my cock to at least two orgasms.As they held the cold to hot soapy solutions.
The first time Steven showed up, he followed the pre- arranged instructions to a “t”.
He walked in didn't talk, stripped to his briefs,came over to where I was sitting, dropped to his knees and awaited permission before approached my feet. I inspected, had him crawl over my lap where I slid down his Skants, inspected his hole and slid in several glycerine suppositories.
I pull his Skants back up and put him to massaging my feet. After 20 minutes I had him back over my lap, where I again slid down the scants and slid my finger into his hole make sure the suppositories had started to melt. Back up with the Skants and I had him start showing his oral skills on my cock.
He took to cock sucking with skill, gusto and focus right from the start.
After twenty or so minutes I made him stand up and gave him directions to the bedroom and told him to scamper and assume doggy style on the bed and await my arrival.
I always made it a point of making sure the sub was able to hear me preparing the old red enema bag, running the water stirring up the water,baking soda and Ivory bar soap getting it to just the right milky white before I filled the bag and screwed in the hose.
I made sure to bleed the bag of air, and always used a type of clamp that made noise when I opened and closed it.
I walked in and found Steven buns up in blue and white Skants patiently awaiting my arrival. I hung the bag, slid the Skants off, applied a liberal amount of Vaseline to my finger and slid it into his tight hole, I got a got gasp, and ohh out of him as I pushed that finger in and found his prostate and tapped on it, right then I got a “Thank You Master” and I knew he was going to be a long term addition to the herd of boys. I pushed more Vaseline into him and inserted the long douche nozzle I had attached to the bag and proceeded to position myself laying down, so he could suck me doggy style.
I grabbed the little brown bottle of old days poppers, gave him a hit with instructions to.hold.it until I exhaled, took a hit my self , exhaled and started the enema flowing. Steve sucked like a pro, working to take my cock down his tight throat, it was amazing- soft and silken…it was then I realized there was no teeth…just smooth gums and a silken throat.
25 years ago my enema giving was less refined, I didn't make the boy hold the enemas as long, I didn't have a collection of colon tubes, just a few antique douche nozzles. I got the full bag into him, watching his flat belly expand, and hearing an occasional groan when a cramp hit which made him suck harder.
I had him hold the full bag for 10 minutes before sending him to go sit on the toilet and not release. He was to wait for me to come in and give him permission to release.
For Steven this was the most humiliateling part of the play, me listening to his grunts and groans as the fluid came out of his tight hole, making him suck the precum off my cock as he drained and even going as far as cleaning him up before sending him back to the bed for another fill.
the routine of making sure he heard me mixing up the solution, filling the bag and then siphoning more solution into the bag so it was fuller and under more pressure when I hung it made him crazy, knowing what was coming.
I regreased his hole,positioned him and started the flow. Steven's dick didn't get hard but he sure leaked a long thick string of pre cum, I had to have him stop sucking three times so my cock calmed down during the second bag.
We repeated the drain and clean up.
This time i had Steve follow me to the kitchen to watch me prepare the bag.
The second time the expanded bag held.about 2.5 quarts this time I was able to over fill it to about three quarts.
When I turned around with the full bag in hand I saw Steve standing there transfixed on the bulging bag, with a solid stream of pre cum reaching from his soft dick to my linoleum floor.
He dropped to his knees, and asked permission to crawl to my cock and clean the precum off my cock before we went back to the bed room.
He sucked me hard right there in the kitchen. I decided to hang the bag from a pulled out drawer and give his next enema to him on his knees in the kitchen as I leaned against the sink.
I used soft soap to lube the nozzle and slid it in letting him nurse my throbbing manhood as the 3 quarts of hot soapy water filled him.
From the groans and frenetic activity on my cock I knew the cramps were hitting and he mumble more, master more…when the bag was empty I had him crawl to the bathroom and wait for me to get there before he sat on the toilet to release.
He mounted the porcelain throne and took my wet,dripping cock in his mouth and started to release on command. The water coming out of him like a fire hose.
I lost control, He made me cum deep down his throat taking every drop. It was amazing. One of the best orgasms of my life.
As I caught my breath I could tell Steven wanted more, more humiliation, more submission. More cramping. I had him clean up and jump the shower from this round.
I went and rumaged through the dresser drawers and found a pair of briefs that had been left at the house -JCPenney, town craft size 26(the briefs were probably left by my nephew at some point when I baby sat him for a weekend years ago) I left the briefs on the sink and told Steve to put them on and go make me a cup of tea.
I went to my chair in the living room waiting for him to make the Lipton and bring it to me.
He brought the tea, set it on the side table and and proceeded to sit at my feet massaging them as I sipped the tea and recovered from the blow job.
I could tell Steve was still experiencing cramps from the prior Ivory soap enema solution. I let him massage my feet another thirty minutes and told him it was time for his first rinse of three bags.
I got a “yes sir” I told him to go to the bathroom, take off and fold the white briefs and put them on the sink, grab a towel and lay it in the bottom of the bath tub and lay face down legs up and wait for me to bring in and hang the next enema.
He was blushing bright red. “Sir, freedom to speak?” I replied “yes boy” “Master, I was given enemas like this as kid once a week whether I needed it or not until I left home at 18 to be a full time horse jockey.”
For the first time in three hours I saw his cock swell and a huge wet spot form and leak. He made his way to the tub, I made my way to the kitchen and mixed up a cool water and baking soda rinse and again I siphon filled the bag to capacity.
I clamped off the bag walked to the bath room and hung the bulging red bag off a towel bar, I greased my finger and slid it in and tapped on Steve's prostate for a good 10 minutes before I slid the douche nozzle in to his tight hole and open the clamp. “I will be back in a bit take the whole bag if I find any leakage it will be the paddle for your ass.”
I walked away to freshen up the bed, grab a couple butt plugs and prepare another batch of enema solution. Getting all that done took about 20 minutes and judging from the groaning, moaning and whimpering the cold solution enema was working.
I walked in pulled the nozzle out and slide my finger it to check how the water was warming in him. (A good trick is to put it in cold and only release it when the fluid is back to 97 degrees) it wasn't quite warm enough, so I left him another 10 minutes.
By this point my cock was rock hard and wanting some more of Stevens hot mouth. I checked the ass temp again this time with a rectal thermometer and found it 97 degrees. I reached around and found Stevens cock still rock hard. I let him get up and get to the toilet and look at it for a couple minutes before I let him sit down, once seated I poppered him and myself and made him suck me before he was allowed to release the solution.
the water/baking soda solution comes out like it goes in, if you put it in in one long slow fill, it comes out in one long drain.
Steven started draining and it kept him draining and him sucking. He was still cramping and draining and nonstop nursing my cock. His prior flaccid staff staying rock hard through the process. The draining took 20 minutes my cock sucked the whole time.
I let Steven clean up and put him back in in the tighty white briefs, and I handed him a gatorade and a bottle of water to drink and had him sit at my feet.
He drank the gatorade and water over the next 20 minutes, nuzzled up against my legs.
When he finished I sent him back to the bed, to want for another rinse this time 100 degree water, baking soda and a bit of mint oil.
I only filled the bag to the two quart mark. Walked in and hung it and had Steven take off his briefs, fold them and put them on the dresser, and had him grease the douche nozzle,his hole and slather his cock and nuts with Vaseline.
I positioned my self.on the bed and had him assume the sucking doggy style position. I reached around and inserted the nozzle. I grabbed the poppers and put them under Stevens nose with instructions not to exhale until I did.
I took a big hit, put my cock in his mouth and exhaled and started the enema flowing. Steven waited until i exhaled before he did so his rush helped him take my cock deeper down his throat. I let the enema flow a bit , clamped it off and had Steven keep sucking. I waited a bit and started the flow again, Steven moaning in pleasure , I let the bag get to the half way point. And started to tease the head of Stevens wet soft cock, eliciting a slow moan. I opened the clamp again.and let the second half of the bag fill him. It was about that time the first cramp hit him- my cock deep down his throat, the groans enhancing my pleasure as his throat vibrated. I had to pull out lest I would cum.
I cooled off and put my cock back in that velvet mouth. I let Steven work more magic sucking harder and harder. At this point Steven has held the two quarts 30 minutes I took him to drain. I had him sit but not release. I poppered him, poppered my self and let him suck, this time I let the energy of that mouth finish off it's task shooting a large load direct down his throat.
He swallowed ever drop and had a full body orgasm as the enema was draining… I left my cock in his mouth as the swelling went down.
Steven didn't want me to pull out of his mouth, grabbing on as I pulled my cock out of his mouth with a pop. I wiped the combination of of precum, cum and saliva l on his cheek. “Wipe up boy, crawl in the shower wash that hole,crotch and your body,then put the briefs back on and. Come to bed.
I hopped in the shower and hosed off as he finished draining and wiping up.
I grabbed some boxerbriefs, pulled them on and ran to the kitchen and refilled the red bag. I had it bulging and hung by the bed.
Steven came and crawled on the bed curling up at my feet. It was time for a nap.
We rested for a bit, then my cock swelled again.
I roused Steven and had him get ass up, I slid the briefs down and proceeded to explore his fresh sweet ass with my tongue, I explored the outer ring of his tight hole and then worked my tongue in, pushing it in and out. Steven was moaning and whimpering as only a man getting his ass eaten does.
I reach down and give his nuts a tug and a pull- that got a moan out of him too, but Stevens cock stayed flaccid.
My cock had worked up a hell of a head of precum, I stand up and position my cock to slide against his hole and crack. I try to slide in but my big mushroom head and thick girth wouldn't fit.
I had Steven turn around and suck my very wet cock. I grab the poppers and took a couple huffs. I let the room spin as my cock continued down the velvet throat, in a short time I am pulling out so as not to cum.
“Steven isn't it time for another enema?” I ask. “Shouldn't a boy like you be face down in the tub awaiting another wash out?”. “Noo, daddy noo” “Yes boy yes” you know the drill…
Needless to say we played a couple more hours, I finally got a load out of Steven while he was doggy style in the bath tub with a very hot Ivory bar soap 3 quart enema draining into him as I verbally described the paddling he was going to get if he leaked a drop.
It was amazing such a tiny man could cum so much semen.
Steven became a devoted sub for several years with weekly sessions until I moved to the land of heat and sand. I think of our sessions often.
