Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 19:21:23 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: JIM'S TREATMENT

JIM'S TREATMENT
by Will Obe


I'm looking for kinky sex as a sub. In a gay mag I spot an ad for colonic
irrigation run by a guy named Mark. Deciding it's worth giving it a go, I
ring Mark and fix an appointment at his place in Chelsea. It's a white
fronted house in a modest side street. Mark answers the doorbell and I'm
immediately attracted to this six-foot slim guy. Dark hair, brown eyes,
gleaming smile and friendly manner. I guess about early 30's. He's wearing
a white buttoned up nurse style tunic over blue jeans.

"Please follow me Jim."

Past a closed door where I can hear the mumble of conversation and down a
short passage to the back of the house. Ahead I can see a kitchen leading
on to a garden. He stops at an open door and ushers me inside and closes
the door. White tiled floor. White painted walls. A shower cubicle in one
corner, a sit down toilet beside it. A chrome metal padded massage table
covered with a white sheet and on top of this a white rubber mat. Under the
window a long cabinet with a wash basin and drawers down either
side. Beside the table a white leather padded high stool. All pristine and
very medical. Mark picks up a clipboard and with a tilt of his head
indicates the stool.

"Do sit down Jim while I take some details and explain procedures."

I hop up on the stool and we exchange smiles.

"How old are you Jim?"

"Twenty seven."

"And how tall are you?"

"Five seven."

"Waist?"

"28 inches."

"Would I be right in describing you as having a swimmer's build?"

"Right."

"Hmmm... and nice wavy blond hair. Why do you want this treatment Jim?"

"Well er... isn't it supposed to be healthy for you?"

"That's what we say, but it's not always why our clients want it, if you
know what I mean?"

I can feel myself blushing. He knows.

"Not that it matters. Would you describe yourself as a submissive person
Jim?"

"Yeah, suppose so."

"Your turn-on is being humiliated and used? Perhaps punished for being a
naughty boy?"

"Is it so obvious?"

"Well, you're so cute to look at, it will be very obvious to certain
people. But don't worry Jim. I'll put you through our special
service. Okay?"

"Is that more expensive?"

"It's free Jim. So what do you say?"

"Sounds good."

"First I must undress you Jim. You okay with that?"

I shrug my agreement and stand up as Mark pulls my tank top out of my
shorts, over my head and places it on the cabinet top. His eyes dart to the
ring in my right tit.

"Raise your arms Jim."

Too late I realise as I raise me arms he will see my pits are shaved
smooth. He steps close and sniffs each of my armpits in turn.

"Hmmm... scent of a boy. So wonderful without artificial perfume. And
shaved Jim. Does that mean you're completely shaved?"

"Yes."

Mark smiles into my eyes as he begins very slowly to unbutton my pale blue
denims. They fall to my feet and my stiff seven inch prick bounces up to
attention.

"Sorry Mark."

"Why sorry? It's quite natural for a sexy young guy like you."

Marks kneels down and removes my jeans and trainers. He places my feet
apart and for a second plays with the stainless steel ring hanging between
my legs and smoothes his fingers over my shaved crotch. As he rises, his
tongue touches the end of my knob.

"Like your rings Jim."

"Thank you."

"Now, a question. Do you mind a couple of my colleagues watching you have
your treatment?"

"Er... well... no, if you say so."

"Good. Go and kneel in the corner facing me with your knees apart and your
hands on head."

As the passive male I am, I do as I'm told. And find myself terribly
excited by obeying his order, displaying myself in such a humiliating way
and knowing his friends will be seeing me like this and witnessing my
treatment. Mark leaves the room, as I remain submissively kneeling naked in
the corner as ordered. A moment and Mark and his colleagues return. I stare
ahead, looking at these two hunky guys. Both are taller and bigger built
than Mark, but just as good looking and wearing the same button up
jackets. One with thick ginger hair and pale blue eyes. The other has dark
close-cropped hair, a small goatee beard and piercing black eyes. All three
pairs of eyes are on me.

"This is the patient," announces Mark, "his name is Jim. And Jim this is
Ben," Mark claps a hand on the dark guy's shoulder. "And this is Andy,"
placing his other hand on the ginger guy's shoulder.

"Are your patients usually completely body shaved?" asks Andy.

"Some. Mostly the kinky ones. What do you think Ben?"

"Cutest patient I've seen in a long time Mark. The rings suggest he's
already had some training."

"But needs more, don't you Jim?" said Mark.

"Whatever you say Mark."

"Quite. Now stand up and turn around. Hands still on head, feet apart."

There is a short silence. I'm being viewed.

"Wow, that's a cracking set of buns boy." Ben's voice.

"You're right Ben, tasty bit of young ass," Andy adds.

My prick is vein throbbing hard as I hear these comments. A sub's
attributes being discussed by obviously dominant guys.

Yes, isn't it Andy?" I hear Mark reply, "run your hands over it if you
wish. I'm sure Jim won't mind."

Whether I do or not, I feel Andy's hands stroking my ass cheeks before
moving around and fondling my shaved prick, balls and crotch.

"You better feel this one up Ben. He's shaved just as you like them," says
Andy as he stops fingering my prick head.

A second pair of less gentle hands stroke and lightly spank my buns, reach
around and handle my prick and balls. I'm leaking precum. Ben scoops up my
natural liquid with a finger and places it at my lips. I lick his finger
clean, suck it into my mouth and continue sucking as I might a teat.

"Look at this pup guys, he needs a tit or, more likely, a cock."

"In that case," says Mark, "we better start the treatment. Get up on the
table Jim, on your back."

I climb onto the table and lie flat. I can see my hard prick sticking up in
front of my eyes. At the end of the table, Mark lifts up and clicks into
place two chrome metal brackets on each side of my feet. I watch as he
lifts my feet in turn and attaches them with a loop of leather to the top
of each bracket. My legs are now spread wide and fastened tightly to these
two brackets. I feel vulnerable. My most private orifice is on show. I
shiver as Mark gently rubs his thumb over my anus opening.

"Think you two guys should check this out before we begin any treatment."

Andy and Ben move in closer to view my rosebud and in turn stroke it with
their fingers. Then I'm moaning with desire as Ben begins probing his
finger deeper into my hole. Mark squirts some lube onto the spot and Ben
finger fucks me until I'm writhing and twisting my naked body on the
table. Andy pushes his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it hard. Mark smiles
down at me.

"Ready for the treatment babe?"

"Guess so," although quite content with the present action.

Mark holds up a large plastic bottle full of what looks like soapy water
with a tube hanging from it. Attached to the end of the tube is a plastic
nozzle. Ben stops finger fucking me, takes the nozzle and pushes it deep
into my asshole. Mark turns a tap on the tube and I feel the water spouting
into my rectum. At first exciting, but as the bottle empties, more and more
uncomfortable until I feel I'm bursting. Mark turns the tap off and Ben
removes the nozzle.

"Keep you ass tight closed," orders Mark.

Andy massages my stomach, a big grin on his face.

"Okay, get off the table Jim," instructs Mark. "Stand up straight".

I stand naked in front of these three guys squeezing my legs tight
together.

"Bend at the knees. Keep your ass tight. Now up, down, up, down, up. Sit on
the toilet. Ass tight".

By now I'm wincing and groaning. Embarrassed at sitting on the toilet in
front of these grinning strangers knowing I'll be told to empty myself any
moment.

"Release," instructs Mark. "Stand up and let's see if you need more
treatment."

The water in the bowl of the toilet is clear as I guessed it would be
because I'd given myself three enemas before I left home.

"Think you've been deceiving me Jim. Did you give yourself an enema this
morning?"

"Sorry, yes."

"In that case I think you deserve to be punished. Do you agree?"

"Yes Mark."

"From now on Jim you will address me as Sir. Understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Bend over the end of the table boy and spread your legs. Hold his wrists
Andy and Ben hold his ankles."

Mark starts to spank me with his hand. One ass cheek and then the
other. The blows become harder and I wriggle to try and avoid the smacks,
but Ben and Andy are holding me so firmly I can't really move. I feel so
humiliated being spanked naked in front of these guys especially when I
start to whimper and almost blubber. Mark stops spanking me and I relax
until I feel a cane steadily striking my bottom. Light strokes, but
increasingly harder and harder. I yell out and tears roll down my
cheeks. Andy climbs to kneel on the table, traps my arms with his knees,
unzips his flies, pulls out a hard monstrous cock and thrusts it into my
mouth.

"Stop crying like a babe and suck my cock," orders Andy.

I start sucking and licking him. Deep into my throat till I feel his
pubes. I'd been hoping for something kinky and I'd got it and how! Three
guys! A cock in my mouth and a hard caning I'd always thought about as a
fantasy. The caning stops and I now feel a stiff cock plugging into my
anus. It must be Mark as I can see the other two. Ben has his pants off and
is working on his cock. No doubt ready for when Mark has shot his spunk up
my arse. Perhaps, I think, these guys will keep me as their toyboy? Keep me
naked. Make me do as I'm told. Spank and cane me if I'm naughty. Lend me
out to their friends. And constantly fuck me front and rear. What a future!
My fantasies combine with my sucking and being fucked. I scream out in a
fit of ecstasy and my prick shoots out a stream of cum. Will they keep me?

Be interested to know if any of you found this story a turn on?
will.obe@btinternet.com