Date: Wed, 08 Nov 2000 00:31:00 -0800
From: Jacksprat20@hotmail.com
Subject: The Worming

     The following story is absolute fiction intended for those
over 18 years of age. Younger people please leave.

                         The Worming

                                Jack Sprat

    My Dad is a personal friend of our family doctor, Ted Anderson.
They frequently golf and lunch together.

Since Mom died, Dad looks after me. I'm Daryl. I'll graduate from
high school next year. Dad is insistent I get a yearly physical
from "Ted", his doctor friend. They really seem to be close.

     When Dr. Anderson  gave me my last physical, I was kept nude
for a long time. I did all kinds of exercises for him to make sure
there was not some deformity keeping my body from any normal
movement. He stood behind me when I touched my toes, making me do
right hand, left foot, and left hand, right foot.

I got on the exam table doggy fashion, dropped my shoulders and
drew in my legs as he kneaded my balls checking for "testicular
cancer." This examination was repeated three times before he
spread my butt and s-l-o-w-l-y wiggled his greased finger up
and down my ass telling me I was quite tight back there.

Leaving, I was given a tongue depressor and a small plastic bag.
I was to dip into one of my toilet stools, gathering a bit on the
depressor, put it inside it inside the bag and leave it at his
lab.

Later, "Ted" asked me and Dad  to come to his office for a
consultation. I had no idea what for.

Dr Anderson opened my folder. "Daryl, the lab report shows your
bowel is carrying Asian worms. Do you eat sushi?" I nodded,
adding, "I love Sushi."

"I have no idea how many worms you are carrying. Enemas will
remove them. What I'm worried about is the deposit of their
eggs."

"The worms lay eggs attaching to the inner bowel in clumps,
holding them with a sticky secretion. A normal enema or purge will
not flush them loose. Therefore, special enema tips with spray
holes and small soft brushes have been developed. Your enemas,
will have egg killing solution added which will spray and
softly brush your intestines. High up, where intestines are
smaller, a smaller tip and brush are used."

"Your lower rectum, which is much larger, will require a
sizeable insertion. Therefore, the enema tips will get larger
at the last for adequate spraying and soft brushing.
If the eggs are not fully removed, they will hatch and you will
be full of worms again.  This whole cleansing process will take
three days a week for several months."

I was stunned.

"You mean I will be given enemas for two months?"

"I'm afraid so," Dr. Anderson replied. "To avoid much discomfort
when the larger insertions take place, you should have
your anus frequently massaged to make it softer, wider, and
more receptive for treatment."
My butt cheeks tightened in revolt.

"I've talked to your Dad, and he said he thought you'd be less
embarrassed and more comfortable if he did you in your own
bathroom. Or, you can come to my office and I will do it."

Dad slipped his arm around me, pulling me closer. I looked with
questioning eyes.

"Dad!? ...but I..........."

"I had an earlier talk with Dr. Anderson," Dad said. "We both
agreed it is best that I did your enemas at home.
Dr. Anderson has furnished us with complete procedures, the
the enema kit with special tips, and a large jar of extra
slippery salve. You still have the choice of me or Dr. Anderson."

Dr. Anderson smiled, I could read his leacherous thoughts.

"No, Dad. I want you."

                               II

That night I stepped from the shower into Dad's waiting towel.
He fully dried me, including my balls, prick and ass crack,
saying I'd have to get used to his seeing me naked and getting
touched. I was to wear no clothes at enema times. Embarrassing
accidents could happen.
He lifted me to my bed. With a red face, I spread my legs while
he quickly applied cosmetic cream to my penis and balls.

"Dad! What the......?"

You might just as well get used to me seeing it stiff. You will
always get hard as the enema water sloshes around and over your
prostate. Since it will always turn you on, it's OK to jack off.
Don't be ashamed or modest. You'll feel better if you do.
Do you want to do it now?"

Dad watched as my body stiffened, my balls bounced, and my ass
cheeks clamped tightly together. With a far away look, I
pounded until white streaming jism flew out everywhere, making
"coming" moans, then dropping with exhaustion.

"Good Boy," Dad said proudly.

Dad leaned over and kissed me on the lips while circling his hand
across my chest, rubbing the cum into my skin.

"Draw your legs up and spread them. Put a pillow under your butt"

I watched Dad apply grease his middle finger. Reaching under me,
it slid in my hole, and its massage started.


"Son, tomorrow is Saturday. This weekend, I will be home both
days. I want you to wear white socks, loafers, and a T-Shirt
in the house. No briefs."

"But Dad! That will leave my prick, balls, and butt showing. I
can't do that!"

I've read Dr Anderson's manual,"Dad  said with stern strictness.
"It says it is training to lessen modesty and at this stage, boys
can become disobedient. Spank their bottoms until they behave."

"You wouldn't!"

"Yes I would. I haven't seen you with a red bottom for years."

"Tomorrow, you will come to breakfast, dressed as I said, and
get used to me looking at you. Remember, enemas start this Monday.
I want you to be relaxed and ready.

House cleaning was always done on the weekend. It was my job to
do the vacuuming. Dad  had a jar of Jelly beans. Friday night,
he knocked them over, their scattering all over the rug. My
vacuum wouldn't pick them up. Nude, I had to bend over to
retrieve each one as Dad watched from behind.

After my bedtime shower, Dad came  with a jar of Creme. Each
night I took a different position. His finger massaged me
for a half hour. Soon I could take two fingers.

"Your enemas start tomorrow night. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Dad!  I am stretched more and no longer so embarrassed."

                               III

Monday night came. I took my bedtime shower and Dad dried me down.
I was surprised to be taken to the living room where a mobile
steel table held a vertical post, the red bulging bag hanging from
its top. The table itself contained a lubricant jar and a hand
towel. Dad had on a robe.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

Dad sat on the sofa near the cart. I was surprised at my final
position. I straddled his right leg, which was bare when his robe
slipped away, and I bent to my right, where my face was in a
sofa's cushion, my naked butt sitting square in his lap. His
robe was open and I felt his hard, naked prick pulsate against
my stomach. He spread my crack, his massaging lubed fingers
relaxing me.

It didn't hurt too much as the strange tip pushed higher, but
when the water started, the spray and soft turning brush gave
me an extra strong hard on.

It was a weird, erotic feeling, and my prick sprung up real fast.
I started to masturbate. Seeing my balls bounce,  Dad gently
grasped them, giving gentle tugs. I came with warm streams that
must have hit and ran down Dad's naked leg.

The bag was empty. I was full.  Dad slid out the tip and squeezed
my cheeks tightly to help me hold as long as possible.

"I've got to go, Please, Dad!"

Released,  I ran to the bathroom. Dad followed. I wanted to be
alone, but Dad stayed and squeezed my hand and  rubbed my
back saying, "Good boy." every time I let out a gush.

He inspected the bowl before flushing. I expected to wipe myself,
but Dad had me bend over and put my hands on my knee caps while he
wiped inside my crack and cleaned my hole. Finishing, he fingered
in some real cool ointment. It felt real good.

My enemas continued as scheduled. Larger tips were added as needed.
My positions were changed often, my being doggy fashioned, arms
stiff, or shoulders dropped. At times, I was on my side with
 my leg drawn up. I was always sure to push my balls behind
me so Dad could grasp and tug as the water ran in and I jacked
off. My ball position was never talked about. Dad never started
feeling my balls until the enema started, guessing I would think
it was the enema.

The last purging was with the large rectum tip and brush. Dad had
massaged my hole for a long time, getting it to relax and
open even larger. This thing looked like a round toilet brush, but
the bristles were real soft.

I got  doggy fashion with my butt high as it was slowly
pushed into me. I tried not to show pain, but I let out a
sound of distress as my butt muscles opened more than max for its
sliding insertion.

When it was over, Dad squeezed my butt cheeks again, having me
hold for as long as I could. I thought this was the last session,
but Dad said there was one more to be done tomorrow night.

The following night I stayed in dog position while Dad worked up
some nice, cool slippery stuff, then I dropped my shoulders and
pushed my butt back further, happily knowing this was the last
session.

This tip felt different, softer and sliding easy. It felt good.
When warm flesh and balls slapped my cheeks I spread my legs wider
and poked back further moaning, "Dad. Oh Dad!"

I have a feeling this whole enema thing was conjured up by Dad and
his close friend, the doctor so I would be wider and his prick
would fit with ecstacy, not pain.

It worked!


                                       the end.