Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2016 21:59:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bobby's Training (Gay/Authoritarian, enamas, FM/b

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Authoritarian, enemas,  F M/b

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
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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.



If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to
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