Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2009 20:41:31 -0600 (GMT-06:00)
From: Adam Pollard <appolinard@earthlink.net>
Subject: punishment-of-lenny

The dungeon in the cellar of my old three-storey house was my pride and
joy. After its com- pletion I had a few boys come by for sexual fun and
games, and news of my dungeon spread among the teen talent in the
town. Pretty soon I had some of the more adventurous (kinky?) ones
volunteering to be sexed up in my facility. One was Leonard who looked like
your regular rough- and-tumble fifteen-year-old, but as I learned later was
secretly on the submissive side and liked an alpha male telling him what to
do. In the grocery store one day he came up to me and introduced himself.

"Are you the man with the dungeon in his basement?" he asked politely. When
I assured him that I was that man he asked if he could come over and see my
game room. We set up a date for Saturday at 10 a.m. When asked how he
should prepare I just told him to be ready for some "kinky" stuff.

"Does that mean that I can come 'commando'?"

"You got it, Leonard."

He rang my front doorbell wearing running shorts, a well-worn (but clean)
Grateful Dead T-shirt and flip-flops. I took him into the lounge and gave
him a drink of lemonade that had been laced with a mild date-rape
potion. After a little get acquainted talk I led him into the kitchen and
told him to finish his lemonade. Then I opened the door to the cellar and
motioned for him to descend the stairs ahead of me. I flicked the delayed
light switch and as he reached the bottom of the stairs the indirect
lighting in the dungeon gradually came up.

"Oh, wow! This is wilder than Reggie told me," he said, pulling me into a
grateful hug. The walls and ceiling were painted flat black. There was an
elaborate lighting system, the light levels all adjustable from the central
control panel -- which also controlled three video cams strategically
placed to record any action. A height-adjustable leather sling hung from
ceiling hooks. There was a seven foot wooden cross against the wall with
hand and ankle restraints. To the right of the cross was a large television
screen to show whatever the cameras were picking up and to view the edited
tapes. Free-standing fixtures included a doctor's examining table, next to
which was a proctologist's table for the administration of high colonic and
local enemas. There was a large double sink against the long wall, above
which was a peg board holding my large collection of sex toys, torture
implements, and enema equipment. A small refrigerator stood next to the
sink. The cement floor had been laid with slightly sloping sides and a
central drain, which proved useful when water sports got messy.

"Glad you like it. Take your clothes off and put them on the shelves there
under the stairs," I instructed. I took my own clothes off and placed them
on a adjoining shelf. Then we checked out each other's nude forms. Lenny
was a well-built lad, with auburn hair in all the right places.  I liked
that he was uncut. He gave me an appreciative smile as he scoped out my
five inch soft dick and the rest of my body. I took his hand and led him
over to the examining table, helping him get settled on his back with his
feet on the well-spaced risers. I bent over and kissed him on his pretty
lips

"How about I sex you up now?"

"Oh, yeah -- please do."

I fingered some KY into his hole as I bent over his chest and kissed his
nipples.

He moaned and said, "Can you stick in something bigger?"

I chose a flexible orange dildo and gradually pushed it into his ass. I
started to smell something and was shocked to find excrement oozing out of
his hole.

"Leonard, how dare you come to my fun house improperly prepared for anal
play? You will have to be punished for this! Wipe yourself off and move
over to the enema table!"

When he was properly situated on the proctologist's platform I told him his
punishment would consist of a hot colonic and a good whipping. Strangely,
he didn't seemed too upset by my pronouncement. I set the water temperature
control to 130 degrees F and slowly ran a good quart into him. He starting
groaning and whimpering when half of the hot water was inside him, but was
throwing a semi-stiffy. By the time it had all flowed in he had a throbbing
full erection.

"Doc, I can't take any more! Let me unload it."

I was secretly pleased that he had called me "Doc". I turned on the sluice
water and told him to evacuate his bowels. He sure needed an enema. I
filled him up half way again and the waters ran clear. I wiped his ass with
a soapy paper towel and helped him down from the platform.

"Can't you just spank me, Doc? I dunno if I want to be whipped."

"Lenny, you have to be taught a lesson. Bend over my lap and I'll just use
the ping pong paddle."

Assuming the position he said, "Thank you, Doctor. I know I've been bad."

I gave him ten hard whacks with the paddle, spacing them so that I could
see the gradually spreading bloom of redness as it covered his cheeks. I
could feel his boner pushing down between my legs and he was humping a
little. When I was through paddling him I stroked his buns to feel the
hotness of them, then applied a little cold cream to sooth his flaming
buns. When I worked some of the cream into his anus he moaned and increased
his pelvic thrusting.

"OK, kid, come over to the sling and I'll help you into it. I'm gonna bang
the hell out of your box. Your major punishment will be having me fuck your
brains out."

"I'm not afraid. My Uncle Frank just left us after a two-week stay. He
screwed me practically every night. I approached you in the store because I
was missing all that good action."

"You little scamp! I'm going to try very hard to make this a punishment you
won't forget."