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Discipline is the Mother of Invention Part 2 Much can be known about the inner workings of my mind---my undeveloped sexuality and interpersonal relationships by knowing my beginnings and my unhealthy attachments and unresolved issues with my Father. Without delving too deeply at this time, it is enough to know that I view most men, regardless of their age and women as well as my potential Father and Mother figures. I look for the approval---the acceptance of myself through my (usually) sexual interactions with other men and women. Part two begins with me in the car of the quiet, dark , stout man that I had met by accident in the town park. We had broken the ice with one another there, in the woods and now it was the moment to take things to the next level! I had not lied when I told the stranger whose car I was now in, traveling to an unknown destination (his home) that I had never been penetrated or penetrated another male! Also there was the matter of discipline (mine) that I had attempted to broach with my new friend--this dark and too quiet man? I did not know what the next couple of hours might hold for me, but I was determined to see it through! His house--which was really a mobile home on private land was very close to the wooded park where we had first met---probably less than three miles into Maine, he pulled into a dirt road on the right and then another three hundred yards through the woods brought us to his home! He stopped the car and as he was getting out simply said: follow me. I followed him up the rickety and somewhat decayed steps through the screen and outer door into a carpeted living room, dimly lit. He told me to wait a moment and I saw him peek his head into a closed door just beyond the living room and on the left. He said something to someone inside---sounded like he was just informing someone that he was back and asked after the persons welfare---I could not hear the muffled reply. He closed the door and nodded for me to follow him. We walked down an even darker hallway---the home smelled and looked lived in and not in the best of cleanliness! I could feel an excitement in my stomach and surrounding area---a warm disturbance of the unknown! At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom with its own small accompanying bathroom---a half bath, I was later to discover---sink and toilet. There was a large, disheveled bed in the center of the room---he said only one word to me----it was a low but commanding word---strip! Because he seemed to be of so few words, I decided to say nothing unless directly asked---I striped. As I was taking all my cloths off---I did not dare to look at him and he turned and left the room, closing the door on me. I assumed that he wanted me on the bed and again assumed---face down? I lay there smelling the odor of his body---sheets that needed washing but otherwise, allowed my mind to go blank. I could hear him doing something down at the far end of the house---the kitchen? I lay there for some time and a shiver ran over my naked body---I felt completely defenseless---vulnerable to whatever was in his mind to do---I knew that I would just let him do it. I heard the thump on the carpet---felt the vibrations of his approach and he opened the door and closed it as he entered the room. He came over to me and I could hear him unbuckling his belt---pulling it off, through the loop guides---he laid the leather strap on my bare ass and said not to make a sound. He reached over and turned on a radio on the nightstand---turned the volume up---one of those conservative talk shows. I turned my head to see him double the belt and he began to slap my plump cheeks with it---lightly at first just so that I could feel the weight of it and its potential to deliver pain. He kept that up for a bit and then gradually started to increase the power of the blows---I do not know how long it went on---he hit me again and again with a force that made me begin to worry if he knew how much he was hurting me? I bit my knuckle as the blows started to raise welts on me---I could feel them---the hot stinging blows! Finally he stopped---there were tears in my eyes but I had resisted crying out---I did not want to give him the satisfaction, besides---I was still thinking about whoever it was in that first room that he had spoken briefly to and wondered if we could be overhead and discovered? He dropped the belt on the bed and went out again---I did not dare to move and wondered with some degree of growing fear, what would be next? I had not long to wait---he returned minutes later---I looked to see him carrying some things into the room---he placed them on the bed. He reached over to my ass crack and with his strong thick thumb and forefinger spread my cheeks---exposing my hole, he took a plastic nozzle---thin but probably 5 inches long and told me to hold still. I could feel him sliding it into me---all five or six inches of it---he must have coated it with something slick/greasy because I hardly felt it going into me! Once he had it fully inserted--he held it fast by pinching my anus to the slender plastic tube. He picked up something that looked like a small football and turned a small dial just underneath and raised the bladder device up over me, as I felt something very warm flowing into me---filling me with some unknown liquid! When I felt full---to the point of bursting he had evidently emptied the rubber enemas contents into me--using a wet wipe at the point that the plastic nozzle entered me---he withdrew the thing and pushed the wipe tight into me---just at the entrance of my hole and again being a dark man of few words told me to go to the toilet! |
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