Mother Nature gave us a perfect weekend
by Sirflox
3 Dec 2022 2150 readers Score 8.7 (19 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Disclaimer all of this is true, you just can’t make this stuff up. the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent and keep privacy in place. Enjoy the read.
Ok, I am a kinky old SOB, I love submissive men and them serving my needs.
In the early part of the new Millennium, I returned to live in Spokane WA. I inherited Grandma's house. The House was constructed in 1906. It was a Craftsman's kit home from Sears (currently most frequently called a Bungalow). It had been in the family for 70-plus years. It is a small 1000 sq foot home White on white with a red tile roof, a wonderful front porch, two bedrooms, one bath, a full attic, a full basement with a root cellar, and a garage that opened to an alley. The main level had original oak hardwood floors, a built-in hutch, a window seat, and a fireplace. The house is located on Spokane’s south hill, close to the hospitals, downtown, and the freeway. Old, Cozy, and comfortable.
I love seeking new and interesting playmates-At that time and era Craigslist was my favorite trolling ground.
It all started when I put my normal ad out seeking a playmate into BDSM activities, enemas, and submission. I usually get 15 to 20 responses off a craigslist ad, most fakes, and crotch shot seekers, But, on this particular night, I started up a conversation with a nice 35-year-old farmer from the Palouse area.
We chatted back and forth for hours via email and in a gay chat room. Those hours led to a couple of days of back-and-forth banter. We shared more information than you usually do, it turns out we knew each other and that he had taken a class from me when I taught at a local university on the Palouse. Even more interestingly I had been to his family’s spread(ranch/farm) and helped with harvest one year. [In farming communities harvest can be an all-hands-on-deck time, schools close, businesses close -everyone helping out-I was valuable because I grew up driving grain and hay trucks]
Pig, (as he shall be known) learned of my fetishes and a bit of personal history. I learned about his fetishes and his history. He knows I loved giving large-volume enemas, BDSM, submissive boys, in white classic briefs, reflexology, and that sessions with me often last 4 to 7 hours. He knew that there would be large volume often painful enemas and that play would continue even if he came. I learned he craved being controlled, being the submissive in the opposite of being the powerful land baron farmer, he had loved being given enemas since he was a kid and wore nothing but tighty whities.
He wanted to come to serve me the upcoming Saturday at 2 pm. I figured it should be no problem. It was early October- weather had been stable, and no storm fronts were projected. We had a beautiful fall overall.
Back then I did not work on Fridays. On a typical Friday, I normally sleep in and do some house chores yard work, run errands, and routine adulting homeowner stuff but for some reason, I woke early and had this nagging in the back of my brain that I needed to get the house ready for winter. I got up, made a pot of coffee, scrambled a few eggs for Beau (the big brown hound) and I, made toast, read the Spokesman-Review newspaper, then headed outside with Beau and the cats in tow (we frequently hang in the yard together when gardening) I took the first part of the day doing pacific northwest house winter shut down chores. You know seasonal homeownership “stuff””: The stuff” if you don't do it the bill could be your insurance deductible and another 10,000 bucks.
I pulled all but one garden hose in, rinsed them with bleach and coiled them for a winter sleep, dug out the Dalia Dahlia tubers and put them in the root cellar, pulled up most of the carrots, potatoes, and turnips bagged them and put them in the root cellar., I pulled down the frost-killed hanging baskets, cleaned them up, and stored them. Then I trimmed back the roses covered them with burlap and leaves, pulled some weeds, threw out some low-weight time-release fertilizer on the beds, and lastly raked up what leaves had fallen so far and bagged them for the trash.
Next, I grabbed the neighbor to help and put up the storm windows and swapped out the back porch screens for glass. He helped me to hang some Halloween orange and purple lights and put the glass back in the screen doors. (I take it out for the summer) we ran to The Shop (a local coffee house) and I bought him a latte for his help, I got back swept the basement and car pit, and then gave it a good squirt of Dawn dishwashing detergent and pressure washed it all down, all while doing laundry at the same time. My energy was newly refreshed from the double latte caffeine infusion so I did a quick water change and algae scrape on all the aquariums and got a head start on the inside housework.
I don’t know what cleaning demon possessed me but it sure left me feeling fulfilled and exhausted. By 9 pm I showered and put my exhausted ass in bed.
I got up early Saturday, about 6 am early feeling great. I made some coffee, ate some toast, and finished the inside house cleaning. Nearly every inch was dusted and orange glowed. I gave the hardwood a damp mop with Murphy's Oil Soap and rewaxed the traffic areas it. I attacked the pet fluff on the pillows and waged war against dust bunnies. I vacuumed off the couch chairs and throw rugs. The house was smelling fresh and looked clean. I threw myself under the shower for a quick dust-off. I dressed and got Beau ready for a trip to the groomers. I grabbed the Subaru out of the garage and loaded Beau up (Bye Bye time is a great time for Beau no matter where you tell him we are going.), The first stop was to drop Beau- the big brown smelly hound at Petco for a dog shower and nail grooming. While he was in the dog spa. I ran to Costco for Dog and Cat food, kitty litter, a fresh box of Kirkland Rosemary dog cookies, lettuce, chips, salsa, butter, 2 packages of sirloin burgers, a slab of salmon, frozen chicken tits, buns, a couple of half cases of canned vegetables, a half gallon each of Makers Mark, Gin and Vodka, Costco sized American cheese, and shredded cheddar, tortillas, and a couple pies and rolls, and god knows what else (can you ever get out of Costco for less than $300)?. Next, it was Rosauers for the rest of the groceries. It was the time of year we in the inland northwest begin to lay in a couple of extra weeks' supplies of meat, frozen pizzas, pot pies, veggies, bread, and the usual toilet paper and cleaning supplies.
This is the time of year you start making sure the pantry and freezer are stocked,-Spokane can go from warm and fall-like to” fucking oh my god, rainy wet, cold icy, and snowy” in a matter of hours. If mother nature is feeling her oats she has a way of shutting down streets, highways, and airports, causing power outages, and other turmoil just because she can.
At about 11:30 am I hungry and I hit Dicks Hamburgers on Third and grabbed a couple of Whammy 5’s, fries, and a chocolate malt for myself and two number 5s (cheeseburger no onions) for Beau. Dicks doesn't have inside seating you sit in your car and people-watch. I scarfed down those Whammys, and fresh hand-made fries got some exquisite people-watching, and went back for a second set to drop them off to my friend Jack.
I ran by Jack’s -Nighthawk Adult toy store on Sprague and dropped him off a couple of Dick’s Whammy,’s fries, a Malt, and one of the Costco pies. I picked up a couple of bottles of Platinum poppers and lube and three new butt plug sets that I had Jack order for me- they were sets of four different sizes. In three different colors so you could keep things separate in group play.
I went and grabbed a fresh and clean Beau at Petco and gave him his burgers and I got home by 12:30, I had all the shopping stashed by 12:45. I set up the play space, douched and showered, and manscaped. I made up the boner builder and I even had time for a Maker’s Mark and 7up cocktail and reading.
Right at 2 pm. Pig pulled up. He was driving the standard late-model farm fleet truck. Basic GMC -Burnt orange, 4-wheel drive. He was a hell of a chunk of man-flesh - The pic he had sent had to have been 10 years old, In the pic, he still looked boyish; Now, he was about 5’11 220 pounds, and all man, and farm and gym manicured muscle. I had to admit he looked like a country bumpkin in a levis jacket, t-shirt, baseball cap, old school overalls, boots, and a school backpack.
I opened the door before he rang the bell (less barking and woofing from Beau that way) I invited him in and closed the door. He dropped to his knees and started kissing my bare feet. Beau comes running and gives him a good sniff over and a wet willy in the ear. If I remember the Pig's farm also has cattle, horses, goats, sheep, pigs, chickens, dogs, and cats. Beau wanted to sniff them all. I told Pig to get up and he rested on his haunches head and eyes down. I put a black nylon dog collar on his neck. “It stays on until you get in the truck to go home”
I told him to stand for inspection. I was impressed. I instructed him to take off his boots, socks, and then shirt, he really was all farm and gym-honed muscle. Well-tanned, not just farmer wife-beater tanned. (and he smelled of Halston Z-14) I about came in my pants when I saw the bright white JCPenny briefs under his overalls. I had him take off the overalls. There he was standing in JCPenny Towncraft briefs. A large wet, cut boner peeks over the elastic. It was like one of my wet dreams come true.
I looked at him and told him to drop to his knees, and crawl to the left bedroom past the dining room table. The bedroom where the enema bag was full and hanging. I told him to sit and look at the bag until I got there. I waited a few minutes and followed behind him, as directed he was kneeling staring at the overfilled red bag and its white douche nozzle.
I instructed him to crawl up on the bed, doggy style shoulders to the bed, head turned to the left. -- I walked up behind him and slid the briefs down far enough to give me access to his crack and hole-- I spread his cheeks and put a glob of KY jelly on the tight little hole and slide my finger in, lubing his hole and hitting his prostate(that got a sharp gasp). I withdrew the finger and grabbed the syringe of boner builder and slid it into the greased hole and pushed the plunger in putting brown solution deep into his well-douched hole ( I assumed it was douched that was a requirement) - I pulled out the boner-builder solution syringe and put it on the nightstand. I pulled his briefs back up. I took the kitchen timer and set it for 20 minutes. (About how long it takes for the boner builder to absorb) I crawled onto the bed and put the boy to massage my feet. -- Instructing him to massage both feet and push the “chi “ up to my nuts and follow it with a good licking and sucking of my toes. I relaxed and listened to music in the background. I watched the clock at the 10-minute mark. I had him switch feet and legs. The boy was damned good. -- the timer went off and I instructed him to keep going. After another 10 minutes, I slid my hand over his brief covered buns, to his nuts and discovered a very wet pouch.
I got up and pulled his very precum-filled briefs off. I grabbed the vaseline, and liberally slathered it on his turgid cock and shaved nuts. I grabbed another vaseline blob and re-lubed his hole making sure to tap on his prostate several times. Each tap elicited a small whimper. When I was sure his hole was well-lubed, I grabbed the enema hose and slid the douche nozzle up his ass. Past the flange feeding the hose into him. When a foot or so was up to his hole. (this was before I had invested in colon tubes) I crawled back up on the bed.
The boy resumed foot-sucking, I instructed him to pull my boxer briefs off and then lick both legs from my foot to my nuts and not to touch my cock until instructed. I also had him start squeezing his ass every 10 seconds. (it helps to let the ass adjust to the nozzle) By this point, there was a constant stream of precum dripping off his throbbing thick cock. My precum was pooling on my belly. I instruct the pig to clean it up without touching my cock. I move my cock aside and let the boy lick, more like lap up my sweet precum (Yes, it is sweet, not sour). When he got the last drop, I told him to give me his nose, I put the poppers under it and had him inhale, he took a long draft off the bottle, in each nostril, and then I instructed him not to exhale. But put my cock in his mouth. I took a couple of hits off the bottle, grabbed the pinch clamp on the enema bag counted to 10, and told him to exhale. I exhaled and I opened the valve. I grabbed his cock and started to wank it as he exhaled and started to suck my cock … we both let loose one hell of a moan as the rush of the poppers hit.
Enjoying the rush, I hear Pig let loose a nice series of whimpers. I look up and a quarter of the red bag has been delivered into his bowels. I coach him, good boy it’s all going in.
I closed the clamp and shoved my cock down his throat. I jerk his cock harder. I love the feeling of it throbbing in my hand. I could tell he was getting close to cumming. I stopped jerking his very hot throbbing member. (It was obvious that l the boner builder was working its magic). I grabbed the poppers, plugged them under his nose again, then took a hit myself. I pushed my cock down his throat and told him not to exhale until he feels the enema build … I quietly open the valve. I silently count and at 12 seconds I felt his mouth tighten sound my cock and heard him exhale - I exhale and feel the familiar rush- and the intense pleasure on my cock -- I let the bag flow- In our hours of pre-play discussion, Pig told me he and his brothers had gotten enemas every week since they were little and that his mom put the nozzle in and opened the flow on the bag and made him take it all in one big continuous flow, Any leakage and they started over. Based on that I just let the rest of the bag flow into him as I wanked his cock, making it throb. He moaned and moaned…The bag gurgles and gutters, now hanging flat and empty.
I told him he had to hold it for 10 minutes and not to let my cock out of his mouth once. I give him another hit of poppers. I popper myself, and lay back to enjoy the 10 minutes of bliss.
I let him keep sucking and I kept edging him. At the 20-minute mark I asked if he was ready to go release the solution, he shook his head no and kept sucking. I kept edging him … his cock was still hot and hard rock hard. At the 30-minute mark, I pulled the nozzle out of him and took him to the drain. I put him on the toilet - I put my cock in his mouth and told him to release the fluid and suck, he again took all 6 and a half inches down his throat and face fucked my cock, pounding my shaft again and again down his throat. Fluid comes out as it goes in, fits and starts, or one long swoosh. He sucked and drained.
I pull my cock out of his mouth and leave him to drain the rest of the way. I go to the kitchen to make another overfilled bag of very hot, Ivory bar soap and baking soda liquid silk.- I hear the toilet flush. I stop at the bathroom holding the overfilled bag so he could see it. And then go and hang it. I come back and have him step into the shower. I grab the handheld head and wash his ass, ordering him to pull his but cheeks apart as I take a bar of soap to his but cleft and hole.
I rinse his ass and hand him a towel and I go lay down after telling him to join me at my feet and lick. I watch his cock harden again. I throw the vaseline to him and tell him to stop sucking and grease the enema nozzle. I have him turn his ass to me as I re-grease his hole and balls and cock and insert the nozzle. I put my cock in his mouth, - start the flow, and let the hot solution enter him. I hear the gasp that all boys getting an enema make and push my cock down his throat. I jack his cock … I leave the bag running. And take my greasy hand and rub his belly feeling the warmth of the fluid radiate from it. I look at the bag and I see the gallon is in him and he is sucking like a madman-- He stops and I know the cramps are starting, I edge him harder and harder I hear him moan, I moan I feel the cum building fast in my nuts -- I keep jacking him harder and faster he is moaning, in pleasure and cramping I grab the poppers and slide it under his nose, he inhales, I take it a hit and start edging him faster. He has had that gallon in him for 20 minutes. I keep jerking him. He keeps sucking; I popper us, we exhale, he keeps sucking and I feel my cum explode and explode and explode down his throat.
The Pig doesn’t miss a beat He keeps sucking and that triggers the pig to cum. I look down to see rope after rope of thick cum escape him. My cock deep down his throat he is almost purring until the next cramp hits, I pull the nozzle out, slowly as I encourage him to squeeze his pink pucker and hold that enema. I send him to the toilet - I follow him in, and he sits down and keeps holding, I put my soft cock in his mouth and tell him to suck. I then say let it go. The floodgates open and out comes the fluid in one continuous stream. The boy is moaning. He grabs me to him. Pig is being the good boy not letting my cock out of his mouth. I hear him whisper through my cock thank you master thank you. I pull my cock away with a pop -- and the boy whimpers. I tell him to finish draining and ask permission to get up when he is done. About 10 minutes later I hear a “Master, I am done”… I yell back “Shower up, dry off, and put your briefs on- they are on the bedroom floor.” “Pig pull the play sheets and towels off the bed and take them to the basement and put them in the washer with a cup of bleach and Powderedcheer” (All my play sheets and towels are white and bleachable)
I had gone to the kitchen and grabbed two green Gatorades and hit my recliner. I hear the shower running, I just sit back in the afterglow of the intense orgasm listening to Michal Gettel’s album San Juan Suites enjoying the Advent speaker's fantastic staging and the acoustics of my hardwood floored living room.
I see the Pig head by me loaded down with sheets and towels He heads to the kitchen and downstairs. I hear the water running. And then “ I hear ‘ holy shit” from the basement. Then the pitter-patter of size 12 feet on the stair treads. The boy walks to the front window and opens the curtains. He then comes and kneels at my feet. I hand him a Gatorade and say drink. I finish mine. And look out the window, The boy chugs the Gatorade and lays down on my feet --like a contented dog.
We started at 2 pm it is now 6 pm the sun is gone, and it’s dark and snowing. Snowing hard. The first snow of the season. The pig lives 90 minutes south of Spokane. I turn on the tv to the weather channel and see in the 4 hours of playtime weather has been upgraded to expecting 10 inches and blizzard conditions. I know the boy pulled up in a pick-up. I ask him if he has snow tires on it or studs or just all-season radials. The pig replies “Just radials. I have an appointment for them to come to the farm and change all the vehicles to winter tires Tuesday.” I look at him and say, in that case, pig you may be spending a couple of nights. The pig replies “Yes Sir. “ I tell him, “The phones in the secretary - probably should call the farm and let them know you are staying until the roads are plowed.” The pig gets up and goes to the phone and makes the call. I hear him tell whoever was on the phone he was staying with a friend from college until the roads were clear and that it might be a couple of days. As he hangs up I tell him to take the enema bag to the kitchen and clean it. Explaining where to find the bleach and the hospital sterilizer.
A little bit of background, First, at the time this occurred I lived at the intersection of three steep hills and two of them are fucking slippery when wet and can be VERY treacherous. Driving in this type of weather can end up in a crash easily if you don't have excellent All-Season or studded snow and ice tires on. During this period I worked in State government for a region as the prevention and community outreach scientist. I commuted 30 miles each way, each day to work.
The Pig owns/runs a large wheat and canola farming operation. He has a Ph.D. in Farm Management and the farm has been in the family for nearly 100 years. The Pig is a “confirmed bachelor” but is all about family. His 70ish-year-old mom lives with him as well as a couple of younger brothers and their wives and kids In the big family Farmhouse. (it looks more like the Carrington Mansion than a farmhouse. His parents had 8 kids -Pig is the eldest)- his dad died 10 years ago after having a heart attack on a harvester. His dad's untimely death Left Pig as the head of the farm, house, and family. He zealously stepped up to his new status and took over the farm with his brothers and still managed to finish his Ph.D. in record time.
So with the health and safety calls made, I handed Pig an apron and gloves and told him to go to the basement and bring up some fire fodder. In the PNW at that time it was usually a blend of hard and softwoods and Presto logs and kindling. I move the antique screen from the fireplace and leave him to build a fire (after I reminded him to open the flue), I opened the front door and let Beau out to pee (Beau the big brown hound is a Big 140-pound Chocolate Lab. He is loyal, loving, extremely smart, sweet, and protective) and I grab the snow shovel out of the front closet and clear the sidewalk of about 6 inches of white powder, the air has that crisp fresh snow smell and energy.
I come back in and grab some sweats for the pig to put on with his t-shirt and boots and jacket. I have him move his truck to my secondary parking space off the alley, Like I said, my hill can be a messy disaster, more than once I have watched park cars get hit during snow and ice season outside my house.
Beau and I walk down the side of the house. And open the outside spigots. I stop and make sure the last hose is disconnected. I grab it and bring it in via the garage door. (nothing worse than a frozen hose) Pig backs into a parking spot as directed. I hand him a snow cover for the windshield and help him put it on, We throw Beau a couple of snowballs to chase and We all run in. “I have a couple of close-up chores to do. You and Beau run upstairs, grab water and get back down to your briefs.” I send Pig and Beau upstairs and I scurry around the basement plugging in the pipe heaters, shutting off the other outside water taps, and opening the drains leaving the pipes empty. I finished bundling the place up for a long winter nap. I run out and throw a warmth tarp over a couple of sensitive plants and grab some carrots and late-season tomatoes and radishes from the garden. (The house had french intensive gardens next to it that let me harvest and grow some stuff all winter.)
I got my chores done. I get in the house to find Pig and Beau curled up in front of the fire snoozing. I grab a quick shower to warm back up and clean off the first rounds of sex sweat and spooge. I pull on clean boxer briefs, sweats, and t-shirt. It is now about 7:30, my stomach is grumbling. It's too late and I am too tired to cook. I grab the phone and call Pizza Haven and order an extra-large Pepperoni and Mushroom and an extra large Ham/Canadian bacon, bacon, and Pineapple pizza. Both Pig and the dog are snoring. Beau has his front leg over Pigs’ shoulder snuggling with him. I make a cocktail and relax for a bit. Pizza Haven said the pizza would take an hour to get to me. After 30 minutes of fire time, I throw another couple of logs on the fire and watch the sparks. The boy is snoring, Beau is snoring, one of the cats is grooming on the couch-- It is a scene of serenity at its best.
I run to the kitchen and pull together a salad using the harvested veggies and tomatoes and Costco lettuce. I grab some salad dressings and paper plates, forks, and napkins. I throw them on the dining room table buffet style. I quietly open the back porch door and dig into the dry dog food sack to fill Beau’s bowl, I open a can of wet food and mix it in and set the bowl down very quietly I didn’t want him to bolt up and potentially scratch Pig, I didn’t check to make sure that Petco had trimmed his dewclaws.
Just about that time the front doorbell rings, pizza is here. As always the bell activates the bark. Beau is barking as I watch him gently untangle himself from Pig. I realize Pig is wearing just his white JCP briefs and a dog collar asleep in front of the fire. (still snoring) I run to the door expecting some vapid pot-smelling teenager and low and behold it is my friend Steven who is the general manager of Pizza Haven doing the delivery. I let him in. He sees the brief and collared-covered boy asleep in front of the fire. I grab the pizza and take it to the table. He keeps staring. I look at him and say “If you didn’t have to go back to work you could strip to your underwear and lay in front of the fire too” He responds “I don't have to go back to work-- you were on my way home that’s why I am here “ I add-” In that case feel free to get undressed and warm up”. ( I have flirted with this guy for the last couple of years) I hear him as he unzips his coat and takes it off, he bends over and unties his shoes and takes them off, shucks off his socks, and his shirt (revealing a 6 pack and nice chest hair) I watch him unbutton his 501’s and pull them off leaving him in black tight-fitting CK boxer-briefs.
I tell him to go to the fire and warm his buns as I open the pizza on the table. I grab a couple of bottles of wine and open them and three glasses. I grab some pizza and salad, pour some Chateau San Michelle, and sit down in my recliner. I tell Steven to grab food and wine if you want some. He does, Pig snores. I hear beau gobbling his dinner in the kitchen.
“So Steven I never thought I would have you in your underwear in my living room. I think you are the first nearly naked pizza boy I have had here.” I see Steven blush. “It was just too pretty not to join in”. He replied. “You missed one hell of a session earlier. Thus the sleeping Pig. You know I am a kinky old DOM, you know the master of BDSM and such right?” “I do sir, I have heard the rumors around the bar” “ You know that your car is going to be snowed in and you will be stuck in a short amount of time and you will be here as part of the rest of the scene'' I see visible a gulp and a “Yes Sir” “Steven you are how old? “ “28 Sir” “Do you have any allergies? Take ANY medications or have any injuries that will keep you from being on your knees and elbows?” “ No meds or injuries sir” “Do you live alone? Is there someone you need to call or a dog or cat that needs attention?” “I will need to call my roommate and let him know I will be late or not home until morning” “Good boy, What’s your waist size?” “32 Sir, why?” “ You need to match Pig in all ways-So that means a collar, then a couple, maybe three of good-sized enemas, a shower, white briefs for you.” another gulp. “Yes Sir” “get to the phone boy and by the way what do I owe you for the pizzas?”
Just as Steven finished his call Pig woke up. “Do I smell pizza?” “Yes, Pig” I responded. “We also have a new guest, meet Steven the Pizza Boy--- he delivers. He saw you all collared and in tighty whities and wanted to stay and play. We were just discussing that he needs to match you before we go further.” “Pig boy you need to eat something. and, while you do that I am going to go grab a Fleet to prep him for the enema bag.” I turn to Steven, “While I go set up for your deep cleaning and training I want you to talk to Pig about my expectations while you are snowed in.”
I ran and grabbed fresh protective sheets for the play bed, a stack of towels, and lube. I opened the toy drawers and pulled out another enema bag and hose, douche nozzle, and syringe. And an 18-inch black nylon collar. I took it to the kitchen and gave the bags a rinse. Mixed up a fresh batch of liquid silk and a double-sized boner builder. I filled both syringes with boner builder and filled the enema bag with liquid silk, and then proceeded to overfill the bag with the siphon technique. I took the bag back to the play space. I checked on Pig, he had finished eating and was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch Steven was next to him. I walk over and collar Steven. I run and duck in the play closet and grab a large fleet enema and some KY jelly. I go out to the living room. “Steven, I want you to lay over Pig's lap.” Pig, pull down Stevens's boxer briefs and lube his hole with the KY. I see Steven’s eyes get big. I hear an unsure “yes sir”. I watch with glee as Pig slides Steven's briefs down to expose a wonderfully furry ass. Pig opens the KY and puts some on his finger. I hear him tell Steve to spread his cheeks and watch him gently massage the KY into Stevens' hole. I walk over and hand him the Fleet. “Pig boy fills him up.” Pig again instructs Steven to spread them. I watch him pull off the green cap and watch it slide in. Pigs' strong farmer hands make short work of the 12 ounces of Fleet Fluid. I hear a little gasp from Steven as Pig pulls out the nozzle and puts the lid back on it and then slides up Steven's boxer briefs. “Steven I want you to roll off Pig's lap and then roll 360 degrees, and crawl back on Pig's lap. Pig watches the clock, he needs to keep that enema in 8 minutes. When time is up walk him to the bathroom and pull his boxer briefs off and leave him to drain. I am going to put the food away. I get “Yes Sir” from Pig. I go stash the leftover pizza, and wash up the empty salad bowl, wipe the table just as I am finishing. I hear pig give a “Times up” and watch him help the very cramping Steven to the bathroom, I hear Pig saying “Don't Let it out keep it in until I get you seated” “Hold it, hold it “ I hear the bathroom door close. And I feel Pig's strong arms around me. “Master, Thank You” I turn around and give Pig a big kiss. “No thank you boy.” sorry for the unplanned playmate but mother nature steered him here for a reason “
“No problem sir I think this will be fun.” I have Pig go grab the empty fleet bottle and fill it with tap water. “When you hear the toilet flush tell him to wipe up and kneel in the tub - give him the clear water fleet and have him release it right away down the toilet.” “Stay with him, when he is done take him to the shower and wash him head to toe, There are clean briefs on the bed for him and you so you match brand-wise. When done, bring him to me and have him kneel, make sure you point out the enema bag when you are putting his briefs on”.
I go and make another Makers Mark and 7, shut the aquarium lights down to moonlight mode, and light several candles. I change the music to Enigma and flop down in my recliner, book, and cocktail in hand.
I get a good 15 minutes of reading done when two brief covered boys appear.
“Round one is done I see. "Pig was he a good boy or do we need to get the paddle out? “ Steven’s eyes get big…”He was a good boy” “Steven, what happens next?” Steven stutters a bit but finally responds “ I get the big enema’s sir and get to suck your cock” “excellent - response boy” I hear Beau get up and go to the door. And groan as I look at the clock. “It's pre-bed run and potty time”. “You boys discuss the next phases of the session while I do a quick shovel and let Beau commune with nature”, we will be back in 20 minutes, and when I return I want both your asses lubed.:” “Wait, before I go, steven get on your knees and elbows, Pig gets on your knees and elbows next to him, I grab the KY tube off the coffee table and run to the kitchen for the two boner builder syringes, I slide both sets of briefs down, I grease the syringe nozzles, “spread em boys” and I slide the boner builder into stevens ass and push the plunger in. I move to Pig and repeat. I pop the boys’ briefs up and leave them to absorb -- I want you to massage each other's feet while I am gone.
With that Beau and I are out the door. The world is muffled with snow, you can barely tell I had shoveled earlier. There were at least another 4 inches on the ground and it was snowing hard still. I normally let Beau run before bed. but with the near white-out conditions, I had him stay close m to me as I shoveled my walk. I would have done the neighbors but I knew she was stuck at work for the next three days( She ran a kids rehab) - I would get Pig one and Pig two to shovel in the morning.
Beau finished his business, leaving lots of Pee Mail. We stomp off our feet and head back in. It is a beautiful site to see two boys loving each other in front of a fire
While we were gone the fire got restocked. I take off my coat and was about to take off my shoes when I remembered I had to run up to the attic and turn on the oil-filled heater and drop the insulation curtains. I dashed up the dusty steps and was back down in 3 minutes, and out of my shoes, pants, and in my underwear in 4. I grabbed my half-finished cocktail.
I Sat down on the couch, “Boys go make a cocktail and come and cuddle.” I opened the curtains so we could sit and enjoy the roar and crackle of the fire as well as the group cuddle watching the snow come down and enjoy George Winstons December on the stereo.
The boys curled up on each side of me and proceeded to massage my cold feet. And we watch the snowfall. I see a wet spot forming on both Pig’s and Stevens's white briefs. And I see that stevens cock is starting to throb the boner builder is kicking in
To be continued…
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