“Then I guess I will have to go cook breakfast. I am still hungry.” She looked at his shriveled cock. “You don’t look playful right now anyway. Hey, I thought you needed to pee! Turn about is fair play. Bring it over here and let me watch.” James staggered to the edge of the porch. When there was no immediate result Marci grinned, “Do you need me to help you James?” He blushed but performed for her and to her satisfaction. “That little critter is pretty handy! Since I don’t have one of my own, you will just have to let me play with yours. OK James?” She smiled. “Don’t worry, I take gooood care of my toys.” She patted him on the head and went into the house to cook. Marci definitely had enjoyed her weekend with James. So much so that she now wasn’t sure she wanted it to end. She felt a strong bond growing between them and knew that James felt it too. As she cooked she thought about how much James turned her on and how nice it was to wake up in his arms. If he didn’t watch out she might just decide to keep him. He would make a good pet. He was dependable and trustworthy, warm and cuddly. Or at least as dependable and trustworthy as anything with balls could be. Men were not smart and needed a keeper. James was lucky to have wandered around this long without a keeper and not gotten in trouble. She was beginning to feel almost an obligation to him too take him off the streets and give him a home. As the biscuits cooked she made Mexican omelets and hash browns. She poured him a big glass of milk and a little glass of orange juice and put on a pot of coffee. She stuck her head out the door, “James you need to wash up. Breakfast will be hitting the table in about 10 minutes.” He hadn’t moved and was still looking a little dopey from his morning tube cleaning. “What’s the matter Honey, you don’t look too spunky. Auntie Marci will fix you up after breakfast with a nice warm enema.” James jumped up, “I’m moving Marci, I feel GREAT! I was just relaxing and enjoying the scenery. I don’t need an enema, Really!! Can I help you with anything before I go wash up??” He was so cute when he thought he was in trouble. “No help needed Honey, just go wash up and breakfast will be on the way. Don’t worry honey I will take good care of you, you don’t have to be shy or embarrassed. Now scoot before I remember how much I prefer your bottom red.” He was gone in a flash and the sounds of running water came back to her from the bath. When he came back into the kitchen he asked, “Marci can I put on some pants and a shirt please?” “Sure Baby Boy, go ahead, it won’t take me but a second to skin you out of them later if I need to.” She smiled sweetly at him. He reddened but was quick to go and dress. Marci had a few minutes and decided if this was going to be a formal breakfast she would dress too. When James came back, Marci had pulled on a pair of cutoff blue Jean shorts and a little T-shirt that gave James the desire to drag one wing run in a circle and crow. The cheeks of her ass were framed in denim and the shape of her nipples was clear through the T-shirt. “Jesus Marci you are more naked dressed that you are when you are nude. All I can say is VAAAvoom!!” “James, you have more “whoremoans” than any man I have ever seen.” She looked pointedly at his crotch. “You know what they say, “You can’t keep a good man down.” Until this weekend, I hadn’t known just how true that was.” Breakfast was lively with lots of laughter and just a general happiness that was pleasant and just the mood Marci wanted. James helped her clean up afterwards and they took their coffee and returned to the porch swing where they cuddled and talked as they watched the morning warm and the country side come alive. “James, this weekend has been all that I had hoped it would be. I hope it was as good for you. I hate to see it end. I am afraid that I have failed you in my efforts to effectively lower your sperm count. I am afraid that it might be more of a chore than can be dealt with on just a short weekend. I think you may need long term therapy.” “Why Auntie Marci, I thought you were doing a wonderful job of getting my surplus reduced. I think though that the country air and the company I have kept this weekend has cause production to go wild. I fear that with out further treatments I could damage myself. Would you consider taking on a longer term of treatment in hopes of heading off future problems by say daily treatments until it is under control?” Marci smiled and kissed him deeply and thoroughly. “James, your pants are too tight, I think we need to do a treatment right now or you could faint from low blood pressure. I know just the exercise you need.” She pulled him up from the swing and true to her earlier word, skinned him out of his clothes in seconds. She sat him back down and went into the house with his clothes and left him with instructions to wait there. In a couple of minutes she returned with a huge 4 quart enema bag brimming full and with a big bat nozzle in her hand. “Come on dear.” She took his hand and led him out to the picnic table under the shade of the big live oak tree. There was a small rope with a loop knot tied in it every 2 inches hanging from a branch. Marci hung the bag and then pulled her shorts off and her T-shirt. She hopped up on the table and lay on her back with her ass at the edge of the table. She put her ankles up on James’ neck and pulled him to her. “Fill me up James, and while you are standing there watching, maybe you can find some place to park that stiff little telephone pole of yours and really fill me up. You are a good boy, I ‘m sure you’ll come up with something. I bet if we do this three or four times a day for say the next ten years we can get things under control.” “I don’t know Marci; I thought you said you were willing to do some long term therapy. I can’t see that being nearly enough time to get me under control.” Their laughter rolled over the hills as he filled her up and then filled her even more. THE BEGINNING* Rewrite 8/13/11 3/11/04 Questions and comments to texdanl@yahoo.com Or you can find me at my work shop at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fictionfromdanl/ Or my home at http://enemas4themind.ipbhost.com/