The Full Treatment (Mb, extreme-ped, enema, anal, semi-nc)
By Silent Steps

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to
actual persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. If
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community to read explicit stories depicting sex between adults
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	Michael hated going to the spa. That is to say, he hated having
a health nut for a mom. Today was yet another one of her long
soaks, which could last as long as two hours. Two hours! For a
seven year old, it may as well have been two years. Sitting alone
in with only his handheld and a coloring book for company. It
wasn't nearly enough to occupy a little boy.
	
	The spa always felt a bit like a hospital, just with more modern
art pieces. The 'relaxation area' was nothing but a big empty
waiting room, and all of the treatments happened behind various
doors, just like doctors offices. And since it was late in the
day, the place was particularly empty and silent.
	
	It's a real shame nobody else was there that day, because
despite the grouchy expression on his little face, Michael was
exceptionally pretty to look at. His head was packed with fluffy
blonde hair, and his little nose held up a cute pair of
spectacles - rather precariously since he had such a smooth nose
bridge. The lenses seemed to highlight his freckles and pale
complexion.

	He was wearing a little gray t-shirt and some brown shorts, his
hairless little legs dangling out toward the little brown
flipflops dangling from his small feet.
	
	Cute, impatient, curious, and left all by himself. A boy like
Michael was bound to get into trouble sooner or later.
	
	~
	
	Dorian was a very tall man with a long, black pony tail that
reached the middle of his back. His face suggested he might be
native American, although he himself wasn't aware of any such
lineage. He was handsome, which was was helpful in his line of
work. Guests could be a little... uncomfortable with the services
he offered. His was the most specialized aspect of the spa - the
enema treatment.
	
	In many ways, he was perfect for the job. As a former
proctologist, Dorian knew everything there was to know about the
human rectum. But also - though he didn't advertise it - he had a
little bit of an anal fixation. As long as it was clean, there
was nothing hotter to him than good, hard anal sex. But he never
got off on his job, for one simple reason: little boys weren't
allowed on his table.
	
	The truth is, Dorian was 100% a boy lover - his sex life
consisted exclusively of jerking off to little models, nudists,
and erotic stories about boys. He was completely convinced that
nothing in this world was as lucious as the round, hairless ass
of a cute little preteen boy, even though he had never had a
taste... yet.
	
	Today was going to be Dorian's lucky day, for as soon as his
last scheduled client walked happily out his door, a tiny,
blonde-headed cutie peered in around the corner.
	
	~
	
	Little Michael just hadn't been able to sit still. He'd decided
to leave the waiting room and wander. He didn't know what this
room was, just that it was an open door.
	
	Catching eyes, the man and the boy looked at each other for a
moment. For Dorian, it was love at first sight. The kid was
beautiful. It quickly occurred to him that nobody would be
checking on this room for hours. His brain worked so fast at
this, it nearly scared him. He knew he had been prepared to go
after his desires for a long, long time, but there wasn't even a
beat of hesitation.
	
	"Hello there, big guy. Are you lost?"
	
	"No." Michael calmly replied, peering around the room. "Are you
a back rubber?"
	
	Dorian smirked a little at the unintended humor of that
question. "Sort of, yeah. Where's your mommy and daddy at?"
	
	For a moment, Michael just peered around himself. The spa was
pretty empty other than he and this man. Then he shrugged his
small shoulders. "Mommy's still in the bath. I have to wait a
long time."
	
	"Oh yeah? How long?"
	
	The boy shrugged. "Couple hours."
	
	Dorian's heart skipped a beat. "Wow! That's a long time to sit
all by yourself."
	
	"Uh huh." Michael smiled, feeling like he was being understood
for a change.
	
	"Hmm... well you can come hang out with me, I don't have another
client today."
	
	Michael was neither a timid boy nor a particularly suspecting
one. He stepped into the office as soon as he was given the
offer, and peered around curiously at all the things inside.
	
	Dorian knew that he was going to have sex this child. He had to.
He couldn't live his whole life without this crossed off of his
bucket list. Moving slowly, he passed by the small child and
closed the door to the room for privacy. The child didn't seem
bothered by this in the least, nor did he hear the door being
locked.
	
	Michael walked up to the table centering the room and looked up
at it. "It this where you give back rubs?"
	
	"Yes. I give very -special- backrubs here, in fact. The very
best kind."
	
	Michael looked at the strange tubes beside the bed centering the
room, canting his head curiously.
	
	"That's what I use." Dorian explained.
	
	"You rub backs with this?" The boy asked, puzzled.
	
	"Oh, no. I massage INSIDE your back, not on the outside like
other masseusses. It's much better, you see."
	
	Michael blinked and turned to face the tall man, looking up from
so far below. "You use a needle or something?"
	
	"Oh heaven's no! It's supposed to feel good, right? Needles
aren't fun." Dorian smiled as he saw the boy nodding with
agreement - he was doing a good job buttering this kid up, for
his first time at this.
	
	"Ok. How do you do it?"

	Dorian went straight to the point. "I put that tube over there
up inside your butt."
	
	As one might expect, this put the child into a giggling fit.
"That's so weird, hahaha! Really?"
	
	"Really! It's the best." Dorian explained. "It feels good, AND
it's good for you. I bet you'd even love it. It's like you're all
tingly inside the tummy."
	
	"Really?" Michael stopped giggling and folded his hands behind
his back. "Well, that's neat..."
	
	Dorian looked around, drumming his lip with a finger. "Y'know...
I'm not supposed to, buuuuuut...." He pretended to be chewing
this over, but only for a moment. "I could always show you."
	
	Michael frowned up at the older man. "Mommy says I'm not
allowed."
	
	"Well, what if we keep it a super secret. Wouldn't that be fun?
You won't get in trouble that way." That's one way to spin it,
Dorian thought.
	
	"Really?" Michael beamed. "You won't tell my mommy?"
	
	How could this go any more perfectly? Not only was this child
making it so easy, but he'd keep it a secret on his own volition.
Dorian's heart was pounding furiously.
	
	"I promise. Just hop up on the table and pull down your shorts
and undies for me. It'll feel amazing, I promise."
	
	By now, Dorian was fully erect in his pants. He was going to
fuck a precious, innocent child, whose tiny bottom looked so pert
in those little shorts. He watched with awe as the little cheeks
wriggled while the boy climbed up on the table.
	
	Michael lay out on his belly and propped himself up on his
elbows.
	
	"Now, pants down, buddy." Dorian said, lust charging his voice
as he walked behind the child. "Or are you too shy? Only grownups
get to do this for a reason."
	
	The boy immediately protested "Nuh huh, I'm big enough."
	
	"Well, your little shorts and undies still need to come off."
	
	Michael looked up at the man, obviously blushing despite his
insistance. But what was his alternative? Go back out and be
bored out of his mind? Besides, this was supposed to feel really
good. That's what this nice man said.
	
	"Kay." He said, still eager to prove what a big boy he was. He
lifted his hips up and unbuttoned his shorts, thumbing at his
underwear.
	
	Dorian beamed as he got an eyefull first of the undies, which
were small and adorable. He loved to look at boys in their little
briefs, especially those with cartoons on them. But he actually
drooled when he saw what was inside. Two perfect, pale globes,
the hole between them a hot pink color. Down below, the two
smooth undersides of two sweet little balls. Little boy parts, at
last. He swallowed heavily and walked up, running his fingers
lovingly across one of the tiny cheeks. The boy twitched.
	
	Dorian pulled the two cheeks apart and peeked inward. He wasn't
bothering with gloves as he usually did. He just relished in the
soft, smooth skin as he gazed into the pinkness - goodness, was
there even anything to clean?
	
	With his free hand, Dorian picked up the nozzel he used,
thumbing off the cap. Then he pressed it up against the boy's
anus. Michael whimpered a bit at the chilling feeling. In the
nozzel went, slowly spreading the tight little ring he was fully
intending to fuck. He pushed it in deeper than usual, sliding it
in and out a little to test the kid's reaction, before finally
pulling the switch.
	
	For little Michael, it was the strangest sensation he'd ever
known. It wasn't that bad having something slide inside him, he
discovered. But at first, the cool water pouring into him felt a
little alien and he wasn't so sure he should be doing this. But
there was something else. Something hd really liked.
	
	"I feel... my tummy..." the boy whimpered, squirming. Michael
grinned wickedly. He was pumping far more into the child than
normal, making sure those intestines were as full as full gets.
The boy could feel his tummy expanding toward the table, could
hear the bubbling noises deep down inside him.
	
	Then, just as quickly as he was filled, the boy was emptied. The
colored water coursed back into the bag, causing the boy to sigh
with relief.... then came the next round.
	
	As he pumped the waters in and out of the child, Dorian rubbed
the tiny cheeks of his little butt, squeezing at them. After all,
he was a masseusse.
	
	"Feeling okay buddy?"
	
	"Uh huh... it does feel nice." The boy admitted.
	
	By now the water filling the child and emptying was crystal
clear. It was time to take this further.
	
	Dorian drained the boy, then pulled the nozzle from his small
rectum. "Ok, lift your little bottom up for me." He said.
	
	It was the sexiest sight ever - a little boy's bald sac and
taint, his clean, pink little ass, lifting up as if to be bred.
And it soon would be. But first, Dorian had to taste the child.
So he sank down onto his knees, noticing as he did - to his
delight - that the boy was erect. He leaned up close, nuzzling at
the tiny balls.
	
	"Whatcha doin?"
	
	"Shh, just relax, buddy."
	
	Dorian leaned in and pressed his tongue wet and flat across the
boys sac, drawing it up. The child tasted so sweet. Unable to
help his actions, he sucked the skin of the preteen scrotum until
the balls drew into his mouth, where he suckled them warmly.
	
	The boy softly moaned.
	
	Releasing the little balls, Mat drew his tongue up over the
boy's anus. It tasted wonderful, still wet, still sparkling
clean. He shoved his tongue right inside, pulling the cheeks
apart in his hands as he began to eat the boy out.
	
	Still moaning in his adorable little boy voice, Michael didn't
seem to be able to inquire further about what was happening. It
must be part of the massage, he reasoned. It felt incredible! Is
this why mommy likes the spa so much? Do they do this to her,
too?
	
	Dorian fucked the child with his tongue for a few minutes,
getting as familiar as he could with the layout. It was chilled
at first from the water, but his efforts soon had the outer parts
toasty warm again. He pulled off with a slurp. "You taste great,
kid."
	
	"Haha, that's funny..." the boy said, his voice weak.
	
	"Now, you said you liked the feeling of being all full, didn't
you?" Dorian asked, as he unbuttoned his pants.
	
	"Uh huh... are you going to do it some more?"
	
	Dorian grabbed a small bottle which sat on the enema device, and
turned it over on the boy's ass. "Actually," he said, as he began
to pour the lubricating syrup on that pink little hole, "this is
the third, best part of the massage."
	
	"That feels warm..."
	
	"Mmmhmm." Dorian said, as he used his finger to push the lube
into the boy, then began to stroke it over his cock. He was going
to do it. He was going to fuck a preteen child.
		
	Little Michael felt this nice man climbing up behind him and
looked over his shoulder, confused. He couldn't see Dorian's big,
aching erection swinging into place as it readied to commit its
first act as a pedo cock.
	
	"Keep your bottom up." Dorian explained, leaning in to kiss the
boy on the face. He was so beautiful!
	
	"Whats that?" whined the boy, as the head of an adult penis
kissed his lubed, seven year old hole.
	
	"It's what I'm going to massage you with." Dorian whispered,
pushing gently. The little pink ring was fully relaxed, so it
easily parted for him. In went the adult's cock, gliding into the
silky, warm depths of a small child. At last, here it was, a real
boy cunt.
	
	Michael made the most adorable sounds as he was penetrated so
deep. It was a good thing these rooms were pratically sound
proofed - privacy and all that. The tiny grunting and whimpering
was music in the air as Dorian's furiously erect cock filled the
child completely to the hilt. A heavy set of balls rested against
tiny, smooth ones, showing that man and boy had united fully.
	
	After a few seconds pause, Michael looked up at Dorian, his
cheeks bright red. "I-is that your weiner?"
	
	"It sure is!"
	
	"You put your weiner in my butt?" This was a very new idea to
the child.
	
	Doiran just grinned. "Well, my hands are too big to massage you
inside, right? So this is what I use instead."
	
	"Oh." That kind of made sense, Michael thought.
	
	"What's the matter, does it hurt?"
	
	"Only a little." The child said, steadying himself on his hands.
"But it's kinda cool. It's all warm and stuff. The water was
kinda cold before."
	
	"That's right, it will help warm you back up. And because you're
a boy, you have a thing called a prostate inside your bottom.
It's real sensitive, which is why this is such a special
massage."
	
	"Oh, okay. That's weird."
	
	"I know." Dorian smirked. "Now, I just have to slide it back in
forth inside you."
	
	"Okay."
	
	Michael regarded the whole thing as innocent - this must be what
grownups do when they get massages after all. Even so, there was
something else - his own little 'thing' couldn't stop being hard,
and for some reason, he liked having his tummy feeling so full of
that body part. The water had reached the depths of his bowels,
but this fat object inside him stretched and filled his body much
more completely.
	
	Dorian held the child by the waist, closed his eyes, and began
to fuck little Michael. He pushed it in, and out, in, and out. It
was everything he'd dreamed of, so warm and so tight. And such a
receptive boy this was, his rump staying up in the air and his
little cock stiff as a board.
	
	The soft whimpers of a little boy's voice started up as the
gentle thrusts pressed on.
	
	"Feels good, big guy?" Dorian asked.
	
	"Uh huh."
	
	Gradually, the 'massage' sped up, harder and harder. The boy
only made sweeter sounds the more rapidly Dorian's prick slid in
and out of the tight oriface. Soon, he was pumping so hard that
their balls swayed and bounced together.
	
	"M-mister..." the boy whimpered, gripping the stationary pillow
of the bed and looking over his shoulder.
	
	"What is it, champ?" Dorian grinned back, still pounding away.
	
	"My weiner is gettin' all tingly."
	
	Dorian smiled, and reached down around the boy's waist, curling
his fingers around the small, stiff member. "That's a big part of
the massage." He said, as he began to stroke the little dick in
time with his thrusts.
	
	"O-oh... w-why?" The boy whined, but he quickly answered his own
question.
	
	Suddenly, Dorian could feel the tight walls of Michael's anus
clamping even harder as the boy loudly moaned, his little penis
twitching between Dorian's fingers. The boy was cumming from
being butt-fucked! What a natural-born little faggot! Gripping
the spasming cock in one hand and a handful of the boy's hair
with the other, he began to pound even more fiercely, eager to
seed the child now.
	
	"Ahhhh~" the boy moaned, now feeling so good his mind was pretty
much buzzed.
	
	The mating continued - firm, wet slaps of adult cock into tight,
hairless boy bottom.
	
	Two rooms over, in a dimly lit room, the child's mother lay back
in her tub with cucumbers on her eyes, enjoying the soothing
chemicals around her naked body. Blissfully unaware that her
precious child was being bred furiously and aggressively nearby.
	
	Amazingly, the little hornball had a second orgasm. Once again,
Michael's little rectum gripped its invader as his body tried
vainly to ejaculate. That was all Dorian could take. He wrapped
his arms around little Michal's chest and pulled the child
upright, sitting him in his lap - and came. He came harder than
he had ever come in his life, firing what felt like a liter of
sperm upward into the colon of this beautiful, beautiful boy.
	
	As load after load of semen fired from his dick, Dorian kissed
hungrilly at the boy's throat. He felt so happy and so proud of
what he had done. No one would ever be able to undo this - he had
bred a little boy butt, and he had bred it well. His sperm was
finally where it always belonged - inside of a child.
	
	Settling Michael down on the bed, Dorian pulled his cock slowly
from the child's slippery little rectum. A bit of semen semen
followed him out, and he dabbed it up with a washcloth.
	
	"That felt cooooool." Michael cooed, smiling up at this nice
masseusse with a dizzy expression.
	
	"It sure did, champ." Dorian agreed, lightly patting the kid's
well-fucked rump. "You're lucky, usually only grown ups are
allowed THAT kind of massage."
	
	"You promise dnot to tell." The boy cautioned. Dorian chuckled
inwardly - this couldn't have gone better.
	
	"I promise."
	
	Once the boy had his little shorts back on and was able to stand
again, Dorian opened the door to his office and peered out into
the empty waiting room. The boy stepped out, giggling at himself
for having gotten away with that. Dorian closed the door and
began to pack up, a big shit-eating grin plastered upon his face.
	
	Half an hour later, the boy's wet-haired mother came out of
another room to see her child playing on his handheld in the
waiting room. He bounced up and hugged her, then they took each
other's hand and made their way outside.
	
	"Thanks for being a good boy and waiting for mommy." She said.
	
	"It's okay." Michael replied. "Are we coming back again next
week?"
	
	The woman beamed down at her son. "Oh? You don't mind?"
	
	Michael beamed right back, his little cum-filled anus twitching
excitedly at the thought of another 'special' massage as they
walked out the door.
	
	"I don't mind!"