"Let's take a look at that asshole!"

Jeremy blanched. I had been playing with his cock for a while since collecting him from a lonely bench at night, stripping him naked, and tying him to my bed.

"Please," he said, for about the hundredth time, "Don't hurt me, okay?"

At least he wasn't begging me to let him go any more.

"Not too much," I assured him, "Just enough to make me happy!" I grinned at him in a less than reassuring manner, I'm sure.

He sobbed a little as I untied his wrists from over his head, leaving his ankles tied to the foot posts. I pulled him to a seated position, and I could see him eyeing the locked door.

"If you try," I whispered in his ear, "You will fail. And then I will hurt you, for real," My hand moved over his bare chest as I spoke. I twisted his nipple briefly, drawing a pained gasp and bringing tears to his eyes.

Grabbing a plastic zip tie from the night stand, I pulled his arms behind his back and fastened his wrists together. The plastic tie bit into the tender flesh of his wrists. I wanted to be sure he couldn't get free. And I wanted the strip to hurt a little.

"Where are we going?" he asked, sounding scared.

"Gotta get you cleaned up, Princess!" I told him as I released his ankles from the bed frame. Then I tied them together, with about six inches of rope between them.

He hobbled toward the bathroom, mincing his steps because of the rope. I didn't need to do this, I just wanted to make his life difficult.

Because I could. I was exerting dominance over his every move. I untied his ankles when we got to the bathroom, and helped him stand in the tub.

"Gotta clean up that asshole before I go to work on it."

"What?" he asked diffidently, "Why?"

"You don't expect me to put my fingers and my dick in a dirty asshole, do you?" I asked reasonably. I looked into his big eyes and smiled at him.

He jumped when the water from the shower hit his naked body. The spray was cold at first. I ran my hand over his wet chest and belly, enjoying the feel of the goose bumps on his skin, and his hard nipples under my hand.

His cock wilted a little, so I took it in my warm hand encouragingly.

When the water warmed up, I soaped his body, running my hands all over his skin, focusing on his cock, which responded nicely to my warm, soapy hands sliding over it.

"Alright!" I said cheerfully, "On to the best part!" Opening the vanity, I took out a large plastic bag with a hose attached. At the end of the hose was a plastic nozzle.

"Do you know what this is, Sweetie?" I asked the wet, soapy fourteen year old.

"No, what?" he asked nervously.

"It's an enema bag!" I replied, grinning.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Kids these days," I said, shaking my head in feigned disappointment.

"It's for cleaning out your poop-chute, Silly!" I filled the bag with warm water from the tub faucet, then hung it from a strap to the shower head.

"Hold still, Baby!" I told Jeremy, turning him to face the tiled wall of the shower and spreading his ass cheeks with one hand while brandishing the nozzle with the other.

"No!" he cried, "Please don't do that!"

I smacked his ass cheek sharply to get his attention.

"None of that!" I said, sternly. "You need this, and you're going to get it!" He wiggled his butt to avoid me, so I reached between his thighs to grab his balls in my free hand.

"Hold still," I demanded, giving his soft nut sac a gentle squeeze. That got his attention. He leaned against the wall with his shoulders and chest pressed to the hard tile and his legs spread, to avoid increasing the pressure I was applying to his testicles. This made it easier for me to insert the four inch nozzle into his anus. The nozzle is longer than required for the task, because I like it that way.

My new friend Jeremy whined when I pushed the hard plastic tube into his un-lubricated anus.

"Okay, Sunshine!" I said brightly, "Here it comes!" I opened the valve on the bottom of the bag, and felt the warm water coursing through the thin tube as it entered Jeremy's rectum. He whined as his bowels filled with water.

"Almost done!" I said, reaching to the bag and squeezing it, forcing the last of the water into Jeremy.

He howled as his belly distended.

I snatched a small black butt plug off the vanity top and shoved it into his wet hole while yanking the nozzle out quickly, trapping the water in his ass.

"Ooowww!" he cried, "Please let me go! It hurts! Please!"

I pulled him toward me, pressing his wet back and arms against my chest and soaking my shirt. It was worth it. I wrapped my arms around his thin, naked body and pulled on his hard nipples while reaching between his legs to stroke his cock.

"If it hurts so much," I whispered in his ear, "Why is your big cock so hard, hmmmm?" He sobbed as I stroked his swollen organ. I pushed against his rounded belly, and he cried out as cramps hit his abdomen.

I played with him in the shower for ten minutes while the water did its work. By the time I was ready to release the enema, he was crying and begging me to let it out.

"Alright, you big baby," I told him, "Stand still."

He resumed his position against the wall, bending uncomfortably to relieve the pressure in his guts, and I took the base of the little plug in my hand. I twisted it and pushing it in and out as water squirted around the plastic pug and trickled down his inner thighs.

I yanked the plug out quickly, and Jeremy screamed as water gushed out in a stream into the bathtub.

When his ass was empty, I leaned against his bare back and fondled him some more.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I said into his ear as he sobbed quietly.

"Now that you've done that one, the others will be a piece of cake!"

- - - - - -

Three more enemas left him cleaned to my satisfaction. It also left him defeated, emotionally, which was good. But I wasn't done prepping him yet.

"Almost done, Princess!" I told him, picking up a disposable razor from the vanity.

"What are you gonna do?" Jeremy whined.

"I'm going to shave the hair off your cock and balls" I told him matter-of-factly. I smiled when he started to cry.

"It won't hurt," I assured him, "Just don't move."

I spent a long time applying the shaving cream to his genitals. His cock stuck straight out from his body by the time his pubic area was coated in the thick white foam. It only took a couple of minutes to denude his abdomen, cock and balls. There wasn't much hair there to begin with.

"Now turn around and bend over," I told him. He stood looking at me, then at the razor.

"Why?" he asked weakly.

"Have to make sure your butt hole is smooth," I told him, "I don't want hair in my teeth!" His shocked, scared look was its own reward.

After his ass and the back of his balls were bald, I rinsed his crotch in the shower and dried him off. I took his elbow in hand and guided him toward the door.

"Mister," he said huskily, "Mister?"

"Call me 'Daddy', Jeremy," I told him.

"I need to piss."

"'I need to piss,' what?" I said, pointedly.

"I need to piss - please?" he said hesitantly.

"Well that's a good answer," I told him, "But not what I'm looking for."

He looked at me in confusion. His head was swimming from the circumstances he found himself in. The young teen had come with me willingly enough, when I had so boldly described what I wanted to do with his body, how I wanted to use him for my own sexual gratification.

But now that he was in my house, under my complete control, he was having second thoughts.

Not unusual. I was used to that. I stood and waited while he shifted on his bare feet, with his wrists bound tightly behind his back. I played idly with his cock.

"Uh, I have to piss ..... Daddy?" he said. I smiled.

"Very good!" I said. I took his shoulders in my hands and pulled his thin body to me and kissed him. I spent a good long time, running my tongue around the inside of his wet mouth, until he responded, sucking my tongue and moaning.

"Let's go," I said, taking his elbow and guiding him toward the door.

""But," he stammered, "I - I have to go!" He looked back at the toilet.

"Oh, you will!" I said, "Just not there!"

I left him standing by the bed while I took a large rubber sheet from the closet. I removed the sheet and blanket from my bed and laid the rubber pad on the mattress, then put the bed clothes back in place.

"Wait," Jeremy objected when I reached for him, "Don't, please. Just let me go to the bathroom, okay?"

"No, I have other plans," I told him, 'I'm going to watch you - and film you -wetting the bed." He cried as I dragged him to the bed. Jeremy tried to pull away, so I grabbed his balls again and yanked him toward the bed.

Works every time.

I tied him down on his back, this time with his arms spread wide and his ankles tied with them. It looked very uncomfortable, just as I had planned. His back was bent, and his legs spread wide apart, with his ass sticking up and his cock lying on his lower belly, pointed down.

"Please, Mister! Please don't do this!"

I smacked the back of his thigh sharply, making him yelp.

"What are you supposed to call me?" I asked him.

"Daddy!" he yelled, "Please, Daddy! Let me go to the bathroom! I'll be good, I promise!" His plea was getting me hot. I stripped off my wet t-shirt and unfastened my pants. I let them fall to the ground and stepped out of them. Climbing on the bed in my underwear, I crouched on my hands and knees, with my face over his genitals.

"No." I told him. I bent and kissed his hot, hard cock, "I'm going to watch you piss on yourself, and I'm going to record it and post it on the internet."

Tears fell from his cheeks, which made my cock throb. I kissed his cock, then his balls, sucking each small, oblong orb into my mouth, one at a time, as he sobbed miserably.

I held a bottle of oil up so Jeremy could see it.

"Now I'm going to oil you up and finger your asshole, Jeremy," I told him, "I'm getting you loosened up for my cock." He looked at me with a look of resigned horror.

"Can I please go to the bathroom?" he sobbed.

"Still on that, eh?" I said, pretending to think it over.

"Tell you what. If you can take three of my fingers all the way in your tight little asshole - all the way to the last knuckle - I'll let you go piss in the toilet." He looked terrified, but nodded.

"Okay," he said forlornly.

"That's the spirit!" I told him, "Now you just have to hold it until I get my fingers in there!"

"Please," he begged pitifully, "Hurry!"

"Wait!" I said, snatching my phone from the table, "I gotta get that on video. Beg me to put my fingers in your ass quick!"

"Pease, Mi - Daddy," he said, correcting himself, "Please - uh, please put your fingers in my ass - and please hurry!"

"Well that was weak," I said, "You'll have to learn to do that better." Setting the phone down, I reached for the oil.

I poured a trickle of the amber fluid on his balls, watching the thin stream as it coated his wrinkled little sac and oozed down toward his asshole, across that pretty little raised ridge between his balls and his anus. I ran my fingertip across that bulge. It felt rough and smooth at the same time, coated with oil as it was.

Jeremy moaned when my finger followed the oil to his anus. I traced the ring of muscle that was his sphincter, then pressed the tip against the puckered hole. His body tensed and he groaned as I forced the slick digit into his anus.

It slid in with no trouble, but I could tell Jeremy wasn't comfortable.

"Does it hurt, Baby Boy?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little!" he gasped.

"Good!" I replied. I forced my index finger into his ass, slowly, until it was buried up to the last knuckle.

Jeremy was crying.

"That's one!" I said brightly, "Ready for number two?"

"Oh, no! Not yet!" he gasped, "Can I get used to that one first?"

"Of course you can," I allowed, "Take all the time you like! Just remember, the longer you take to get my fingers inside you, the longer it will be before you can go pee-pee!" I used the baby-talk on purpose, to demean him even more.

While I worked my finger in and out of his asshole, I leaned forward and sucked the fourteen year old's balls. The oil was safe for human consumption. Cherry flavor.

Soon Jeremy was writhing on the sheets as I finger fucked him and sucked his balls.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh Mist - Daddy! Daddy!" he gasped, "Daddy - can you put the second finger in now, please?"

I let his balls slip from my mouth and smiled at him.

"You want another finger in your asshole, Baby?" I asked sweetly, rubbing my chin against his loose scrotum.

"Yes!" he said, "Yes please!"

I pulled my finger from his ass and cupped his balls, smearing the oil from his nut sac onto my fingers.

"Hang on, Baby!" I said, pressing the index and middle fingers of my right hand to his anus. They slid in slowly, but without much difficulty. I pushed them back and forth, forcing more and more of their lengths into his hot, silky hole each time.

My fingers went in to the second knuckle fairly easily, but then they got wider, and he squealed when I pushed deeper.

"What's the matter, Honey?" I asked, twisting my fingers in his anus to feel the soft, warm walls of his rectum.

"Hurts!" he gasped, "Please stop!"

"Can't stop, Baby" I purred, "I'm gonna get all three fingers in here. Only question is if I'll get them all the way in before you piss yourself!"

The bound teen sobbed as I pushed my fingers in deeper. He screamed when I gave the last shove that got them all the way in, and I kissed his thigh encouragingly,

"That's awesome, Sweetheart!" I told the crying boy, "That's great. Do my fingers in your asshole make you want to piss more?"

His head thrashed back and forth, his shaggy mane sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Ready for number three?"I asked, pulling my fingers from his asshole slowly.

"No!" he cried, "No more! I don't care if I piss myself! Please leave my ass alone!" Tears ran down his cheeks as he sobbed.

I took his rock-hard cock in my hand and stroked it slowly.

"Oh, I don't think you hate it as much as you say," I told him, "Or your big hot cock wouldn't be so hard, now would it?"

I kept a hold of his cock and pulled on it slowly as I lined up three fingers to ram into his butt. I bunched them together and twisted them back and forth while I forced them into his gaping anus.

He screamed and strained at his bonds as I pressed my fingers deeper, up to the first knuckle. By the time I had reached the second knuckle, his anus was stretched obscenely and his cheeks were bright red from all the yelling. His legs quivered, sticking out straight. The ropes tied to his ankles were stretched taught.

I continued to pull on his leaking cock as I forced my fingers deeper.

I pulled them out a little to let him recover, then pushed deep again. His response was amazing. His pretty pink lips opened soundlessly as I forced my fingers all the way in. When he got his wind back, his scream was high-pitched and girlish.

Beautiful.

I sucked n his soft, hairless testicles and jerked his hard cock while twisting my oily fingers in his distended anus.

It was magical.

I played with his ass and balls and cock for a few minutes, then pulled my fingers out of his rectum and released his cock, letting it slap against his belly.

"Well, you made it!" I told the sweating, balling boy. I leaned forward and stuck my fingers into his mouth as he opened it to cry - the fingers I had just pulled from his ass.

"Oh, grow up!" I told him when he gagged and tried to spit them out, "I just cleaned you out down there. It isn't that bad!"

I reached to untie his right ankle. He watched with interest, anticipating being released to use the toilet.

Instead of letting his foot loose, however, I shortened the rope and moved his ankle so that it was closer to the headboard and more directly over his head. I did the same to the other foot.

"Hey -" he objected, "Hey - you're supposed to let me go to the bathroom!"

"That is what I said." I admitted, "Unfortunately for you, I was lying!" He was now bent double, with his ass sticking way up and his cock pointed down - right at his face.

"In fact, I have insured that when you do piss, you'll be pissing in your own face!" I laughed and rubbed the back of his thigh, sliding my hand to his balls, where I fondled the smooth, hairless skin of his scrotum.

"Nooooo!" he wailed, "No! Please! You said I could go to the bathroom!"

I picked up my phone and turned it to video recording.

"Alright, Baby!" I called over his objections, "I'm ready when you are!"

It took another ten minutes before he couldn't hold it any more. I helped him along by pushing my fingers into his asshole occasionally and massaging his prostate for him. His body jerked when I did that.

It started with a trickle. I little stream of dark yellow that spurted from his cock head and splattered his chest and chin. He squeezed his pretty brown eyes shut, and I felt his ass muscles clenching on my fingers as he tried to shut off the flow of urine.

But he couldn't hold it. He groaned desperately as his cock sprayed a broad yellow stream onto his face. He closed his eyes and his mouth, so I reached down and pinched his nose shut while filming him with the phone in the other hand.

He opened his mouth to breathe, and piss flowed past his lips. He sputtered and moaned, trying to spit out the urine, but he had to swallow some. I cupped my hand under this spraying cock and gathered piss in my palm, then poured it into his open mouth.

"Oh - oh, God! Oh, God!" he moaned melodramatically. He peed for quite a while, having held it for so long.

When the urine flow trickled to a stop, I took his semi-hard cock in my hand and shook it, releasing the last drops of piss from the tip.

Jeremy was a mess. His hair was wet, and the sheet and blanket under the boy's head was soaked in piss. He kept his eyelids closed, because urine had pooled in the hollows of his eyes. His chest and neck and face were shiny with piss.

He smelled bad, too.

"Okay, Sunshine!" I told him as I got up from the bed. "I'll be back in an hour or so to clean you up! I'm going to have a couple of beers so I can come back and piss in your mouth before I untie you."

I smiled, hearing his sobs. Leaning over to speak into his ear, I said, "And you're going to swallow it all, too!"

He was crying softly to himself as I left the room, whistling.