Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2003 20:16:48 EST
From: SolCorazon@aol.com
Subject: Enslaving David Chapter 9

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                       Enslaving David

                        By SolCorazon

                          Chapter 9


I'm kind of squeamish and shit just doesn't turn me on. In
the ER, the joke is that if you wanna see a black guy turn
green, just give David the patient who's throwing up all
over the place. Shit is a close second to vomit on the gross
David out scale.

Yet here I was, enema bag in hand, looking at the most
adorable pout I'd ever seen. He had already gone today, he'd
told me politely. He kept himself scrupulously clean, he'd
assured me respectfully. When I told him that this is what I
wished to do, he had clamped his lips together and not said
anything else.

I hung the bag on a hook above the headboard, positioned
Kevin on his left side and spooned in behind him. After
lubricating his anus liberally, I carefully inserted the
nozzle into his ass. I opened the clamp so that the warm,
soapy water would drip into him slowly.

With his back to me, holding his slender body in my arms, it
became easy to tell him how much I wanted him. Easy to tell
him how I thought he was beautiful inside and out. I rubbed
his stomach in lazy circles with the palm of my hand.

The back of his neck was covered with golden, silken wisps
of hair. I burrowed my face there, rubbing back and forth,
wallowing in the warmth and comfort of Kevin In My Arms. I
was never held or touched as a child, at least not that I
can remember.

My foster sister Karen and I never touched one another. Too
many demons from the past that neither one of us wanted to
confront, I guess. I think that if I could, I might lay like
this forever, holding Kevin in my arms.

His bowel filled gradually and his stomach swelled beneath
my caressing hands. I lowered my hand until it was resting
on the fine, soft hairs of his pubic bush. I grabbed him
there and he winced. His erect dick bounced off the back of
my hand.

As the amount of fluid in the bag decreased, I could feel
Kevin straining to contain the liquid inflating his bowels.
I released his pubic hair and grabbed his cock. He groaned
through clenched teeth. I kept my hand wrapped around his
penis and said, "When the bag is empty, I'm going to walk
you into the bathroom. Don't spill a drop."

I waited until I thought he was on the verge of exploding
then helped him to his feet and into the bathroom. I sat him
down on the toilet and stood at his side as he expelled the
liquid that had been infused into his bowel. When he went to
wipe his ass, I said, "No, I'll do it."

He let me. He was stripped naked and bare, in all ways. I
needed him that way. I needed him to do this for me.

Then I said, "You're such a slut boy."

He stiffened. My hand was resting on his back so I felt it
when the temperature of his body chilled. At first, he
wouldn't even look at me. Even the air in the room seemed to
cool.

"I'm not a slut," he said.

I shook my head, confused and unable to understand why he
appeared to be so upset. I said it because, fuck, because
it's just one of those throw away lines; just something to
say. Other guys had gone up in flames when I said stuff like
that, when I called them a slut, a bitch, a pussy boy.

When he looked up at me, his eyes were a dark, smoky grey.
Shadowed and hurt.

Wounded.

Because of me.

Shit.

The glow was gone. I hadn't realized how bright the light
had been until it was turned off. He stood up and backed
several feet away from me. Even naked, he had a quiet
dignity, a steadiness at his core.

"It's you," he said, looking straight into my eyes. "Just
you."

My heart shattered into a million pieces, all of them
belonging to him. I stared back at him, at a loss for words.
Quick one liners were his forte not mine. I'm one of those
people who thinks of a snappy comeback four hours later.

"Um. For me too," I stuttered. "Just you, I mean."

A hundred watts. All at once. Blinding me. Then he was
airborne, leaping into my arms and wrapping himself around
me as if he would never let go.

He sighed. "Oh, David."

Yeah. That's me, I thought. That puddle of something melted
beneath your feet.

I pressed soft kisses against his face. Angel kisses.
Thousands of them as if quantity could kiss the hurt away. I
became entranced by the softness of his skin. His sweet
smell. The rasp of his tongue against mine. His cock, hard
once again and throbbing against me.

"I need to fuck you," I groaned.

I moved us backwards until I was sitting on the toilet, with
him straddling my lap, his arms resting on my shoulders and
his hands clasped behind my neck. I lifted his ass in my
hands and gradually impaled him upon my cock. We both
groaned when I was totally encased within him.

I looked down at where we were joined and I groaned again.
To see his dick so incredibly hard, dark rose colored and
dripping wet, his perfectly round balls, smooth and hairless
and his lean, muscled thighs, spread wide so that I could
get between them, turned my blood into a sea of fire. My
head fell back and I struggled to breathe.

Kevin shifted a little bit.

"Don't," I gasped. "Be still."

I waited a few seconds, removed my hands from his ass,
grasped his shoulders and pushed down. Kevin made a low,
strangled sound as my cock penetrated him even deeper.

"I want to be as far inside you as I can get," I said
hoarsely. "Just don't move."

Kevin was watching me through half closed, shimmering blue
eyes. His lips were parted and his face was flushed. I
leaned forward and captured his mouth with my own.

The touch of his lips was more potent than any drug.
Sensation streaked through me and it was as though all of my
senses came to electrifying life. The cool porcelain against
my back contrasted with the blazing warmth of his silken,
heated skin again my own. The weight of his body was solid
and comforting. His insides clutched at my engorged,
throbbing cock, velvety soft, moist and scorching hot.

Fucking Kevin was indescribable bliss.

His mouth on mine, kissing me back frenziedly, God, I
couldn't get enough. I sucked on his tongue, licked and bit
at his lips. I devoured his mouth and still it wasn't
enough. I kissed him voraciously, ravenously like it was the
last time I would ever do so.

Kevin was moaning uncontrollably and his ass was clenching
and releasing on my dick. I could feel his cock twitching
against my stomach and leaking all over the two of us. We
were there again. In that place where it was just the two of
us, lost in sensation, lost in each other. We stayed like
that forever, locked in an endless kiss, melded into one
entity.

It started at my toes, creeping upwards in tiny increments,
across my feet, my calves and my thighs. My balls tightened
and started to draw upwards. Then I felt it where our mouths
were entwined: an incredible, honey sweet pulse of pleasure
that spread downwards until my entire body was coated with
it.

I was gasping for breath, fighting to hold on; I didn't want
it to end. Not yet.

Kevin tore his mouth from mine, tilted his head back and
cried out.

"David...I..."

He gripped my shoulders so tightly that he left bruises
there. I couldn't stand it. The minute I felt his cock
twitch with his impending release, I let go too.

Fierce, agonizing pleasure coursed through me, raging and
violent, inexorable as waters released from a dam. I grabbed
his head and forced his lips back onto mine, ravaging his
mouth again as my cum spurted into him in forceful,
uncontrollable jets of cream.

The next day at work, another slow one, more than one person
told me that I was glowing, just like Kevin was.