“Maybe that’s not the right words, but you can’t deny it wasn’t the way either of us wanted the night to go. And maybe I won’t ever get into it, but I don’t want a single bad experience scaring me off.” As I rambled aimlessly about what led to this decision, I stared at the ceiling. Daddy kept petting me, humming when I paused to acknowledge that he was listening.
When I finished, Daddy didn’t respond. I listened to his breathing, trying to figure out if I’d bored him to sleep. He shifted beside me, propping himself up on an elbow. “Then I guess there’s only one thing to do.”
“Anything, Daddy.” I held my breath, waiting for his guidance.
“Strip.”
13
Matteo
Strip.A shiver raced through my body at the command. Daddy’s gravelly tone echoed off the walls of his bedroom. Before either of us could think our way out of this, I pushed down my undies and lay back on the bed.
“Not here, Angel.” Daddy pulled his arm out from under me and sat up. He crooked a finger as he walked to the bathroom. “We need to get you ready first. I want you clean before I get you all dirty.”
My heart raced, wondering how he intended to prepare me to get fucked. I’d read about the various things a good bottom should do, but the idea of him giving me an enema had me ready to bolt. Besides, it was unnecessary, because I’d done the most research on making sure I didn’t embarrass myself when we finally reached this point.
I stumbled as I shuffled my feet behind him. Daddy turned around, pursing his lips. “Are you coming or not, Angel?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I fought to will my feet into motion, wishing I had the cell phone that was still in my pocket, wherever my pants had wound up. Then, I’d be able to show him how meticulous I’d been over the past week, preparing myself for this eventuality.
I froze when he pulled out a huge rubber bulb. He turned on the taps and held a finger under the stream, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied. “If you want to get to the fun, you need to come here.”
“I… I don’t need that,” I argued, pointing to the supplies on the counter. Daddy ignored me, filling the bulb.
“If you want to have sex tonight, you will get over here and put your hands on the counter,” Daddy demanded. “Do you or do you not trust me to take care of you, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded without hesitation, but still I couldn’t move. “But really, I’m probably clean enough already. I’ve been careful about my diet to make sure there weren’t any problems.”
“Is that why you barely ate anything at dinner tonight?” Sure, we could go with that. I hadn’t eaten because my stomach had been tied in knots, knowing what I hoped to accomplish tonight. “I’m proud of you for being proactive, but that’s not going to get you out of routine hygiene, Angel.”
Routine? What in the ever-living hell was he talking about? The idea of suffering through an enema once in a lifetime made me shudder; hearing that Daddy planned to make this aroutine?Nope. Not happening.
“Now, would you like to get in place or should we go back to bed?” Daddy asked. He leaned against the vanity, appearing calm and patient, but I could see the fire in his eyes. He was serious about this; if I refused the cleansing, the night’s fun would be over.
The porcelain of the sink felt like ice beneath my palms. My head hung low between my shoulders as I widened my stance. The sooner Daddy started, the sooner I’d be cleaned out. This was one step I would be forced to endure for his sake.
Smack!I yelped as fire broke out across my butt. Daddy reached between my legs and massaged my balls.Crack!“Such a beautiful boy,” he praised, sliding his hands over my burning flesh. “You’ll take everything I give you tonight, won’t you, Angel?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I panted. My butt burned and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to dodge the next blow or lean into it. Daddy kept one hand on my dick, stroking slowly as his other assaulted my flesh. Closing my eyes, I blocked out my fears, fully absorbing the pain and pleasure of every blow. “More, Daddy. Please. Need… more.”
Daddy kept me on edge, sometimes striking hard and fast, other times barely allowing his fingers to graze my butt. My mind swirled for a while, trying to anticipate what was coming next, then everything went quiet. I no longer caredwhatwas about to happen as long as Daddy kept going. My dick leaked a steady trickle of pre-cum as I bowed my back to get closer to him.
Then he was gone. I longed for more of his touch as the thoughts that plagued me started to awaken again. But before I could beg him to keep going, I felt the press of something cold and hard at my entrance. Logically, I knew what was about to happen, but I no longer feared it. I craved it because Daddy wanted me clean and I’d do just about anything to please him.
“Such a good boy,” he praised me, rubbing my back with one hand as the other inserted the nozzle into me. “If you like this, I’ll buy you a kit for the shower so you can get yourself ready whenever you need Daddy’s cock inside of you.”
God, I wanted that. All of it. I clenched my eyes closed and pictured myself in the bed on my hands and knees, presenting myself for Daddy’s inspection. The rush of warm water as Daddy cleaned me was uncomfortable, but not painful like I’d imagined it’d be. Within seconds, I pleaded with Daddy to make it stop, to let me sit down on the toilet, but he kept going.
“We’re almost done,” he assured me, his voice low and words measured. “You’re doing so well. You’ve made me very happy.”
His praise made the discomfort worthwhile. I clenched my muscles as tight as I could when he started pulling the bulb nozzle out of my butt, terrified that I’d release nasty water all over the bathroom floor. Daddy led me to the toilet. As soon as my butt hit the seat, water came gushing out of me, along with a sigh of relief. I’d read horror stories of boys whose daddies made them hold the water in, and I couldn’t figure out how that was possible.
“Good job, Angel,” Daddy whispered, dragging his fingers through my hair. It was only then that I realized what I’d just done in front of him and my face burned as brightly as my backside. I tried burying my face in my hands, but Daddy crooked a finger beneath my chin, forcing my gaze up to his. “Take a minute and then we’re going to do it again.”
“Do we have to?” I whined, jerking out of his grip. “I already told you I’ve done everything I’m supposed to so I’m ready. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Yes, I’d survived my first enema, but I wasn’t eager to go through it again.
