by Pepper North
Helen smiled at him and ran her hand across his shoulder saying, “If you’d like anything else, just let me know.” She turned back to work at the stove.
Brad didn’t have any silverware, and he decided he really didn’t need anything. He picked up a sandwich quarter and took a small bite and then, immediately a large bite. He hummed his enjoyment of the delicious flavors in the sandwich.
“Take smaller bites, Brad. I don’t want you to choke,” Thorston ordered. He turned to Helen and said, “By the way Bradley is inhaling your sandwich, I’d say he likes it.”
“Hooray!” said the sweet lady. “I’ll make another one. That Little boy must have been hungry.”
Brad twisted his head around to look at her when she used the term Little. He relaxed when he saw her wink at him. She understood. Brad smiled, “This is so good. Maybe you should make two more sandwiches.”
“I’ll make as many as you wish, Bradley,” she replied as she began to put together two more sandwiches. She knew Brad wouldn’t be able to eat two more huge sandwiches, but she’d bet his Daddy would be as hungry as Brad thought he was. Thorston could eat three easily. He needed lots of calories to fuel his big frame.
“Eat your vegetables, Bradley,” Thorston reminded him. He smiled when Brad picked up a baby carrot and dunked it in the dip before putting it in his mouth and crunching noisily.
Brad enjoyed the meal tremendously. He felt a little weird sitting in the highchair and drinking from the sippy cup, but no one reacted strangely to it. He relaxed against the wooden back of his chair. He was finally full. He hadn’t been eating well for the last couple of days as he worried about his next date with Thorston. This day had been a monumental one. He’d seen the nursery and his Daddy had started taking care of him as a Little. Brad had dreamed of this, but it was definitely an adjustment for him as a mature, responsible man to allow Thorston to take control of everything. It was uncomfortable but wonderful. Brad knew he just needed more time and attention from his new Daddy to be able to relax completely and enjoy his new life without worries.
Chapter 10
As soon as the meal was over, Thorston helped Brad slide out of the highchair and onto the floor. He took Brad’s hand, and after asking him to thank Helen, he led Brad back to the nursery. “Go play with your new toys, Bradley,” Thorston directed. He waited until Brad had opened the toy chest and was pulling items out exclaiming over each one, “I love this.” When he knew Brad was totally involved by all the toys, he opened a supply cabinet and began to gather the tools he needed. Thorston chose one of the smaller enema bags and an inflatable nozzle. His Little boy needed a little help with his tummy. The suppository had been in place for an hour, and there had not been any signs that Brad needed to evacuate his bowels. Obviously, his tummy needed to be washed out. Thorston filled the bag almost full and added a cup of the peppermint cleanser that the doctor who treated all the Littles in town recommended.
Brad turned when he smelled a combination of soap and peppermint. “No, Daddy, no! I don’t want an enema,” Brad urgently said as he watched Thorston hang the enema bag next to a piece of furniture that he hadn’t been able to identify earlier.
“Bradley, you don’t tell your Daddy no. I know that your tummy needs some help. It’s my responsibility to help you feel better,” Thorston said in a tone that brooked no argument.
Brad had to try anyway. “I can go to the bathroom tomorrow, Daddy. An enema won’t make me feel better, anyway. I don’t like them,” Bradley said from his seat on the floor.
“You will have an enema, today, Bradley. If you argue with me, you will have a red bottom and an enema. It’s your choice,” Thorston answered walking over to the unhappy Little. “Let’s put all the toys away now. We don’t want to leave a mess.” He knelt on the carpet and started placing toys in the chest.
Brad slowly began to help. He moved as slowly as possible to drag out the time before the enema. Finally, he held the last toy car in his hand. He looked at Thorston tried one more time, “Please, Daddy. Don’t give me an enema.”
Thorston took the car from his hand and placed it in the chest. He closed the lid and gave Brad a big hug. “Let’s go, Bradley. Come with Daddy,” he instructed firmly. He stood and pulled Brad up to his feet. Wrapping his arm around Brad, he guided him over to the strange apparatus. “Let’s get your clothes off. Lift your arms.” Thorston pulled the firetruck shirt over Brad’s head. He pushed his blue shorts down to his ankles and helped him step out of them. Reaching for the tape on the sides of the diaper, he started to unfasten them as he heard Brad take a big breath in and say, “Please?” Thorston nodded his head “no” as he pulled Brad’s diaper off and placed it in the diaper bin. “It’s time, Bradley. I want you to kneel on these padded supports.” Thorston helped him get in that position. “Now, place your forearms on these padded supports.” He indicated cushions at the front of the equipment. This forced Brad to lean over the apparatus with his head lower than his bottom. There were additional supports under his hip bones, but the area under his stomach was left open. Thorston began to attached restraints around his calves and wrists to hold him firmly in position.
Brad’s legs were spread wide, and he could feel the air-conditioned breeze on his clenched anus. Brad knew that this position revealed everything. He dropped his head down to rest against the padded area under his head. “I guess this is really happening,” Brad thought with anxiety. “Maybe I can’t do this.” He opened his mouth to tell Thorston to release him—that he couldn’t be his Little and he felt his Daddy kiss his cheek tenderly.
“I know this is hard, Bradley. This first time on the enema horsey is always tough. I’m asking you to give up control. I know you’re strong. I know you can do this,” Thorston whispered in his ear. He paused a minute and continued. “Be honest with yourself, Bradley. We both know you need an enema. Your tummy will feel much better when we’re finished, won’t it?” Thorston waited patiently for Bradley to answer. He knew Brad was battling in his mind. Tell the truth and get an enema or lie and leave the new age play life that had opened in front of him.
“Daddy, I don’t want an enema, but you’re my Daddy. You get to tell me that I need one,” Brad whispered reluctantly. “I’m still hoping you’ll decide I don’t need one.
Chuckling, Thorston ran a caring hand up Brad’s spine to his spread buttocks. “You need to have an enema, Little one. I’m glad you’re going to listen to your Daddy. Now, waiting makes it worse. You’ll feel my finger spreading lubricant around your bottom.” Without delay, Thorston pressed his finger deep into Brad’s rectum and rotated it around and in and out to spread the lubricant in all areas. He picked up the wide nozzle and pressed it in until he had it inserted deep into his tight channel. He inflated it. “Puff, Puff, Puff!” He watched Brad’s bottom wiggle restlessly. And with a click, he started the cleanser filled warm water flowing at a moderate speed into Brad’s bowels.
Brad groaned in reaction to the prickling sting of the cleanser on his sensitive inner tissues. The nozzle felt enormous in his rectum. He tried to push it out or to stop the flow, but the fluid continued to stream into him relentlessly. “Can you stop it, Daddy? That’s enough. I can go to the bathroom now,” he asked urgently.
“No, Bradley. The enema has just started. I’ve started with a small amount of water. It all has to go in to be effective. Let me rub your tummy. Maybe Daddy can make it easier for you to take your enema.” Thorston began to rub his stomach in a counterclockwise circle to help the water flow deeper into Brad. He deliberately reached lower on Brad’s abdomen to check on his reaction to the enema. When he brushed Brad’s stiffly erect penis, he smiled to himself. His Little boy was enjoying this enema. He began to make one circle rubbing Brad’s stomach and then, one pull from the root to the tip of Brad’s erection.
“Oh, no! Daddy, don’t do that!” Brad was horribly aroused and embarrassed that his body was betraying him. He tried to will his erection away, but his body was enjoying t
he pressure of the nozzle and the enema on his most sensitive spots.
“Sshhhh! Daddy’s know what their Little boys need. Your penis is enjoying your enema. Maybe Daddy can help you enjoy it too?” he asked as he continued his movements to spread the enema deep into Brad. Soon they both heard a gurgle as the water emptied from the enema bag.
Brad began to move only to be held in place by the restraints. “Can I go to the bathroom now?” he asked urgently. “I really need to go to the bathroom.”
Thorston continued to make circles on his abdomen. “Bradley, the cleanser must stay inside you for fifteen minutes this time to soften up the waste that has built up in your tummy. I’ll build you up to holding your enema for thirty minutes or longer. That would be the most beneficial, but I know this first time is very difficult on a Little boy. So, fifteen minutes and then, we’ll give you an enema to rinse out the cleanser, and you’ll be all set for this time.”
Brad groaned, “I don’t think I can hold this for fifteen minutes, Daddy. I need to go now!” He tried to convince Thorston.
“The nozzle in your bottom will trap the fluid inside you until I decide when to release it. You could hold it for an hour or more, but that’s usually only required if you are having a special medical screening or you are being punished for being very naughty. I know it’s hard, Bradley. You’re doing a great job. I promise that when we’re all finished that you’re going to feel so much better,” Thorston tried to console the Little struggling with his first enema.
Brad’s stomach churned and grumbled. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead as the stinging cleanser rolled around inside of him. He tried to concentrate on what his Daddy was saying, but his mind focused on retaining the enema. He felt a hand cupping his testicles. At first, the hand just held them in a warm, relaxed grip.
Soon, Thorston began to tug softly on Brad’s testicles. When he heard the slender man groan, he began to pull his hand lightly down Brad’s erection. As Brad continued to react to the stimulation, Thorston increased his grip and the speed that he was stroking his Little’s penis. He brought him just to the edge of an orgasm and stopped abruptly to shift and tug at the inflated nozzle filling Brad’s rectum. When Brad’s restless movements subsided, Thorston again focused his attention on Brad’s scrotum and penis. He continued in his stimulation until again he could tell Brad was poised to orgasm and again he stopped just before Brad had that last little stimulation he needed to launch into an orgasm. He listened to Brad’s chants change from “Let me go, let me go, let me go,” as he pleaded to expel the enema to “Please, Daddy, Please, Daddy, please.” Finally, just as the fifteen-minute time requirement expired, he sped up his strokes on Brad’s penis, and he broadly smiled as he heard Brad scream his pleasure as he ejaculated stream after stream of semen on to the base of the enema horse. When his Little boy hung limply on the supporting pads of the apparatus, Thorston moved slowly to unfasten the restraints and free Brad from his position.
Chapter 11
Slowly, Brad began to regain his mental processes. He didn’t think that he had ever come so hard in his life. His Daddy had played him like a fine instrument. He felt turned inside out. He breathed hard trying to settle his mind and body. After several minutes, he realized that he was still holding the enema. It became even more urgent that he get rid of it. “Can I go to the bathroom now, Daddy? Please!” he asked the silent man next to him that had given him so much pleasure.
“Let’s get you down from here, Bradley and on the potty chair.” He pointed to a low chair in the shape of a throne which had a large hole in the seat. Under the seat, Brad could see a waiting reservoir. He shook his head “no” as Thorston lifted him off the enema horse and had him walk over to the potty chair. Thorston bent him over and released the air from the inflated nozzle with a loud hiss.
Brad started to ask to use a regular toilet. This would be so embarrassing. Someone would have to empty it. He didn’t want anyone to see the mess inside of him. Unfortunately, the enema would not wait. As soon as the nozzle had been taken out of his rectum, Brad collapsed down on to the seat of the potty, and loud bursts of fecal material and cleanser exploded out of him. It went on and on until Brad wondered if he would be turned inside out. Finally, the liquid began to slow and then, stop. Brad looked over at Thorston only to find him leaning against the enema apparatus and smiling broadly at Brad. Brad dropped his eyes down in embarrassment.
Thorston walked over to Brad and smoothed his hand over the top of Brad’s head and down across his cheek. He leaned down and kissed Brad tenderly. “You did a very good job, Little one. Do you think you’re finished here?” When Brad nodded his head, Thorston knelt on one leg by his side and helped Brad stand up and bend over Thorson’s knee. Thorston thoroughly wiped Brad’s bottom free of any remains of the enema. He stood Brad back up, and Thorston stood as well. He wrapped Brad in his arms and gave him a big hug. He patted Brad’s naked bottom as he held the Little pressed against him. “Does your bottom sting?” When Brad nodded a silent “yes,” Thorston led him over to the rocker, seated himself, and said, “Lay over my lap, Bradley. Daddy will make it all feel better.” He waited patiently as looked up to see the enema bag had been refilled and was waiting for him. The Little hesitated. “Come on Bradley. You’re Daddy’s brave boy. This is just your rinse. It will make your bottom feel better inside. I promise.” He smiled proudly again as Bradley leaned over to lay over Thorston’s lap. Thorston spread his legs apart and pressed a lubricated finger inside Brad’s rectum. Hearing him protest having something in his bottom, Thorston shushed the Little gently and quickly lubricated the nozzle pressing it inside before Brad could stand up. Thorston clamped a leg around Brad’s calves and clicked on the flow of cool water into the Little’s bottom. When Brad started to stand up, Thorston pressed his other hand on his back holding him in place.
“It’s just your rinse, Bradley. This will make your bottom feel better. It will wash out all the stingy cleanser. Doesn’t it feel better already?” he reassuringly questioned as he patted and stroked Brad’s back. “Just let it all flow in to make everything better. That’s a good boy,” he praised.
Finally, they both heard the enema gurgle as the last of the water flowed out of the bag. Brad immediately asked, “Can I go to the bathroom now?”
“Yes, Bradley. You can use your potty. Here. Stand up for Daddy.” Thorston helped the young man onto his feet and then immediately over to the potty chair. He pulled out the nozzle, and Brad sat down quickly on the blue throne. Again, the enema liquid burst out of Brad. There were still the sounds of chunks of poop being expelled from Brad’s intestines. “Bradley, you really needed that enema. Can you admit to Daddy that your tummy feels better?” Thorston asked.
“No, I don’t feel better. I don’t like enemas. They don’t help me at all,” Brad swore emphatically.
“Bradley, listen to the sound of poop still being pushed from your body. Your tummy was stressed with all that waste. Are you sure you don’t feel better?” Thorston asked looking serious.
Shaking his head, no, Brad lowered his eyes and wouldn’t look at Thorston. “Bradley, I don’t think you’re telling Daddy the truth. Does your stomach feel better?” Thorson continued to press him.
Again, Brad started to shake his head “no,” but he made the mistake of looking at his Daddy. He couldn’t lie to him. “Okay, okay. Yes. My stomach feels better. I’ve needed to go for several days but couldn’t because I’ve been so busy at work.” His face turned a bright red. “I still don’t like enemas. I don’t want to have anymore.”
“I can promise you that a Little boy that was as backed up as you were will need an enema on a regular basis. I’ll make an appointment with Dr. Richards. He treats all the Littles in town. He’ll tell us both what schedule will be best for you. Do you know Dr. Richards? Will you trust his decision?” Thorston asked helping the Little from the potty chair and again cleaning him up.
Rolling his eyes, Brad admitted, “Yes, I k
now Dr. Matt Richards. He’s a brilliant doctor. I didn’t know he treated Littles. Does he have a Little who he takes care of?” Brad asked curiously. “He won’t tell people at work that he treats me as a Little, will he?”
“I think he had been looking for a Little to take care of for a long time when he met his Zoey. He’ll be very happy that I’ve found the perfect Little who I’ve searched for. He won’t say anything about you being a Little at work. He also knows that there would be some in the community and at the hospital that wouldn’t understand our relationships and who would judge us severely. You’re safe, Bradley.” Thorston explained. He popped a sharp spank to Brad’s naked bottom. “What kind of Daddy am I? Here you are standing around in your birthday suit. You’re going to catch a bad cold. Go lay down on the changing table, and I’ll get a diaper on this clean bottom.”
Several minutes later, Brad stood diapered and powdered next to the changing table as Thorston pulled his firetruck tee-shirt over his head. “Go play for a little while longer while Daddy gets everything all cleaned up and put away.
Brad watched his Daddy empty the reservoir under the potty chair. He cleaned up the seat and moved it back against the wall. Next, Thorston rinsed and cleaned the enema bag, hose, and nozzle. He hung it back on the wall to drain and dry. Finally, he wiped off the enema horse and moved it back to its storage spot against the wall. Brad shook his head ruefully. He didn’t like to play horsey on that thing!
Chapter 12
Brad and Thorston’s day was coming to an end. By the time, Brad’s enema was finished, and the two had some time to play, it was time for dinner. Mrs. Sanford served a delicious meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans. It was all delicious. Brad even ate his green beans when his father told him that he wouldn’t get any dessert unless he ate his vegetables. The apple pie was worth every bite of green beans.