by J. A. Rock
Aiden wound his arms more tightly around his
partner. “Sounds like better than I deserve.”
“It’s over, forgiven. Let’s go to the Bear Trap.
You’re still a few burgers short of your ideal weight.”
Aiden froze. The idea of a greasy burger in his
backed-up system was not pleasant. “Um, maybe
somewhere a little… lighter?”
“You pick.”
Aiden chose the Corner Café where he’d met
Keaton at Hera’s urging. Maybe Keaton would let him
get away with just a salad.
The interview went pretty well. It embarrassed
Aiden to admit it to himself, but the residual sting in his
butt made him feel calmer, more focused as he answered
the manager’s questions. He left feeling relieved, if not
completely optimistic.
Lunch was pleasant. Keaton didn’t chide when
Aiden ate only a garden salad and part of a roll. Aiden
knew he had to do something. He’d tried a laxative a
couple of days ago, but it hadn’t helped. He was wary of
buying prune juice, sure it would rouse Keaton’s
suspicions. No way in hell was he going to a doctor.
Aside from the expense, which he couldn’t cover, Aiden
couldn’t imagine calmly telling a doctor he couldn’t take
a shit.
“Only another week and a half till your audition,”
Keaton remarked.
“Thanks, I’d almost forgotten,” Aiden said
sarcastically.
“You should do your monologues for me.”
“Are you kidding?”
Keaton shrugged. “You’ll have to do them in front
of the program directors. You might as well get used to
having an audience.”
“ I ’ m very used to performing in front of an
audience.” Aiden picked at the remains of his roll.
“They’re terrible. I don’t want you to see them.”
“Well, if you change your mind… I’m eager to see
your talent firsthand.”
“There’s another talent I’d rather show you,” Aiden
said suggestively.
“Oh? What might that be?” Keaton asked.
“You’ll have to wait until we get home.” He
grinned at Keaton’s blush, and an idea suddenly
occurred to him. “Or I could show you right now.”
“Now?”
“Meet me in the men’s room.”
“Aiden!”
“Keaton.”
“This isn’t a nightclub.”
“I know.”
“What if—”
“It’s a single stall,” Aiden said. “We lock the door;
no one else comes in.”
“But what if someone sees us both go in there?”
“I’ll go first. You follow in a few minutes.”
“Jesus.”
Aiden grinned lasciviously. “I promise, it’ll be
worth it.”
He slid off his chair and hurried down the hall to
the restroom.
* * * *
Keaton glanced around, sure there was a neon sign
over him indicating what he was about to do. He’d never
had sex in public, unless you counted a couple of
encounters in dungeons that hadn’t really done much for
him. But his cock certainly liked this idea; it strained
against his jeans to the point where Keaton had a
ludicrous urge to shush it.
He rapped on the men’s room door and heard a
click as Aiden undid the lock. With one last glance at the
empty alcove, Keaton opened the door and slipped
inside. Aiden immediately pulled him into a hungry
kiss, which Keaton returned with vigor, kneading
Aiden’s ass, bringing their cocks into contact through
their pants.
Aiden unzipped Keaton’s jeans and knelt, taking
Keaton’s balls in his mouth and sucking, lapping. Keaton
gasped, trying to hold back moans. Aiden ran his lips up
and down the side of Keaton’s cock, stopping to trace the
ridge under the head with his tongue. Keaton went up
on his toes. He twined his fingers in Aiden’s hair. Aiden
had discovered early on just how sensitive Keaton was,
and he was a terrible tease now.
Aiden took Keaton deep in his mouth, sucking and
swallowing around Keaton’s thick shaft. Keaton
whimpered and began to move in Aiden’s mouth,
fucking Aiden’s throat with short thrusts. He couldn’t get
enough of the wet heat of the boy’s mouth, the way
Aiden sucked and slurped so hungrily, uttering a soft
moan every now and then as Keaton thrust deep into
him.
Keaton’s body stiffened, and he came, shooting
down Aiden’s throat in a wonderful, hot spurt. He
released Aiden’s hair and pulled up his jeans. Aiden
stood up, wiping his mouth, smiling in a way that was so
self-satisfied Keaton had to laugh.
“That was very naughty,” Keaton purred, nipping
Aiden’s ear.
“Why don’t you punish me?” Aiden whispered.
“I just might, when we get home.”
“Why not here?”
Keaton froze. He wasn’t sure if they were on the
same page, but he had a sudden, intense urge to put his
self-satisfied little brat over his lap, to watch the boy’s
pale cheeks shiver and squirm and turn pink under his
palm. Which was strange. He’d never really been turned
on by spankings, nor did he think it was a good idea to
conflate sex and discipline in Aiden’s mind. But one look
at the hazy arousal in Aiden’s eyes told him that Aiden
was hoping he’d do just that.
Without letting himself overthink, Keaton put
down the lid of the toilet seat and sat, patting his thigh.
“Take those pants and shorts down and over you go,” he
ordered. He thought he saw a tiny smile play over
Aiden’s lips as the boy scrambled to obey.
Aiden was rock hard as he took down his pants and
settled over Keaton’s lap. Keaton swallowed as he
looked at the sight before him. Aiden’s smooth, white
buttocks—round and taut, as perfectly shaped as any
Greek sculpture’s, quivering in anticipation of Keaton’s
attentions. Any color from this morning had faded.
Keaton felt his own cock stirring to life again. He wanted
to spank Aiden, wanted the boy to yelp and kick, wanted
to feel that soft flesh grow hot as he smacked it.
Keaton hesitated. What if someone came to the
door and heard them?
Then they’ll hear the sound of a brat getting just what he
deserves. “This is for being a corrupting influence,” he
growled, mock menacingly. Aiden’s giggle turned to a
yelp as Keaton brought his palm down sharply on his
bottom. Keaton spanked quickly, covering his entire
target in a matter of seconds, loving the way the rosiness
looked in the dim light of the bathroom. Aiden’s
breathing was fast and rough, and occasionally his
elbows bumped against the toilet and his shoes
squeaked against the tile floor as he struggled to
maintain his position.
Keaton lifted the boy’s shirt higher, increasing his
sense
of exposure. Aiden put a hand back to shield
himself, and Keaton caught his wrist and pinned it
against the small of his back. “No you don’t,” he
whispered.
He began to whack the backs of Aiden’s scissoring
thighs, then concentrated on the lower curves of his
bottom, smacking upward so that each blow drove
Aiden forward on his lap, and Aiden’s weeping cock
rubbed against the denim of Keaton’s jeans. “Bad boy,”
Keaton scolded. “I ought to spank you every day for a
month for bringing me in here.”
“You liked it.”
Keaton grinned and completed another circuit of
spanks on the rapidly reddening cheeks. Aiden twisted,
and Keaton increased the force of his blows,
administering a last resounding swat just as Aiden came
across his lap. Keaton rubbed the hot flesh briskly. Aiden
struggled to breathe again. “Get up. We’ve got to get our
check.”
“You should probably clean up first,” Aiden
teased.
Keaton swatted him.
“Ow!”
“Behave until the bill comes, or I’ll put you over
my knee in front of the entire restaurant.”
Aiden laughed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Who knows? I never thought I’d accept a blowjob
in the men’s room of the Corner Café.”
“I am a bad influence.”
“Very.” Keaton kissed him. “But I love it.”
He sent Aiden out ahead of him with another swat,
then stayed behind and wiped the boy’s cum off his jeans
with a damp paper towel, unable to stop smiling.
Chapter Seventeen
“You’re really turned on by spankings, aren’t you?”
Keaton asked in bed that night.
“Yeah.” Aiden was facing the wall, which made
Keaton inexplicably anxious. He wanted to see Aiden’s
face while they had the conversation he’d determined
they needed to have. “Pain in general, I guess.”
“I liked what we did today. I liked spanking you.”
Aiden rolled over and smiled. “It was hot.”
“But you’re not turned on when I discipline you?”
Aiden shook his head. “No. It’s like you said, a
different mind-set. I hate knowing I’ve disappointed you.
And it’s not sexy, the way you spank me for punishment.
It’s embarrassing.”
Keaton nodded and stroked Aiden’s hair back from
his eyes with one finger. “The only thing I like about
giving you a disciplinary spanking is knowing you’ll
feel better at the end. I don’t like hurting you. I don’t like
embarrassing you.”
“But today?”
“I knew you wanted it. And it was fun. A game. But
there was something real too. It was so hot, the way you
wanted the pain. And I liked giving it to you.”
“Well, you are a top.” Aiden stroked Keaton’s
chest.
“But I’ve never been that kind of top. Whips,
chains, dungeons… boys wearing collars… I’ve done all
that before, but I never got much out of it.”
“We could do it sometimes, couldn’t we? When
we’re both in the mood? Not, like, whips and chains. But
you spanking me, for fun?”
“I think I’d like that.”
Aiden snuggled close to him, and Keaton felt an
overwhelming gladness at having him in his arms. “You
spank hard for such a nice guy.”
“That ass of yours begs for it.”
Aiden’s body tensed suddenly, and he rolled onto
his back, one hand on his stomach.
“What’s wrong?” Keaton asked. Aiden seemed out
of sorts tonight.
“N—”
“Don’t say nothing. You’ve been telling me that all
evening. The truth now.”
“Don’t laugh.”
“Okay.” Keaton was confused.
“I can’t go.”
“What?”
“I can’t—go to the bathroom. I can’t shit.”
Keaton set a hand on Aiden’s stomach. Aiden rolled
away from him and curled into a ball. “How long has
this been going on?”
“Five days?” Aiden said in a small voice.
“I see.”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal at first. My body’s
just not used to eating regularly, and I thought I just
needed some time… but now it hurts really bad.
Laxatives don’t help much, and I don’t know what to
do.”
Keaton uncurled him, pulling him closer. He
rubbed Aiden’s stomach, and this time Aiden let him,
sighing softly. “It might be a good idea for you to see a
doctor.”
“No! Keaton, seriously, I don’t want to see a doctor
about this.”
“Any particular reason why?”
“I hate doctors. They never help, and I can’t afford
one anyway.”
“Money is not an issue,” Keaton said firmly. “If you
need medical help, you’ll get it.”
“It fucking is an issue! But I wouldn’t want to go
even if I was a millionaire.”
Keaton decided not to press the matter. “You said
you tried laxatives?”
“Yeah, pills or whatever.”
“Suppositories?”
Aiden shook his head.
“What about an enema?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Very serious. It’s the quickest, easiest, and most
immediate solution.”
Aiden’s mouth fell open. “But it’s—But I can’t—It’s
gross.”
“What makes it gross?”
“What do you think? And it’ll hurt.”
“Have you had one before?”
“Fuck no.” Aiden was wide awake and tense now.
Keaton stroked him reassuringly.
“It isn’t painful. It may cause some cramps, but they
won’t last long. And when it’s done, you’ll feel much
better.”
“I think I’ll just wait this out,” Aiden said uneasily.
“You really want to go a minute longer than you
have to feeling like this?”
“It’s better than having a fucking nozzle up my
ass.” But even as he spoke, he curled up with an arm
around his belly as another cramp hit.
“I’ll help you. It won’t be so bad.”
“God,” Aiden whispered. “You’re sure it won’t
hurt?”
Keaton felt a rush of warmth for the boy. One thing
he loved about Aiden was that, even at his most
vulnerable, he never sounded whiny or pathetic. Even at
his brattiest, he was intelligent, thoughtful, and capable.
Now he stared at Keaton, needing reassurance but not
sounding desperate or overwrought. Keaton stroked his
jaw. “It’ll be uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt.”
Keaton waited, holding his breath. Aiden had made
a huge stride toward trusting Keaton. But would he
decide to trust him on this?
“Okay,” Aiden said finally.
“Good boy,” Keaton praised.
“Now?”
“No reason for you to keep suffering.” Keaton
climbed out of bed.
“Keaton?”
“Hmm?”
“It’s—This isn’t a punishment, right? For not telling
you?”
“Jesus,” Keaton said, sitting back on the bed.
Aiden hurried on. “It’s just I know some people in
the scene use enemas as punishments.”
“Do you really think I’d do that? Use a medical
procedure that scares you as a punishment?”
Aiden shook his head. “I just don’t always know,
Keaton. I’m sorry.”
Keaton rubbed his shoulder. “This is to help you
feel better. It’s going to be just fine. Wait there.”
Keaton went to the closet in the hall and retrieved
what he needed. In the bathroom, he filled the red rubber
bag with warm water and saline solution. He connected
the tubing and let some of the solution flow onto his
hand, checking the temperature. He grabbed a thick
towel and returned to the bedroom. Aiden lay quietly on
his side, covers pulled up to his chin. Keaton reached
over him and removed the painting that hung on the wall
over the bed.
“What are you doing?” Aiden asked shakily.
“I’m going to hang the enema bag on this hook. It’s
about the right height.” He set the painting on the floor
and hung the enema bag, then snagged some lube from
the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed beside
Aiden, rubbing the boy’s shoulder through the blanket.
“You ready?”
“I really don’t feel well,” Aiden said quietly.
“Let me help you feel better.” Keaton peeled back
the covers.
Aiden shifted. “This is so fucking awful.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you mind?”
“Not at all.” Keaton spread the towel out on the
bed. “Here, lie on this. That way you don’t have to worry
about leaking.”
“Oh God.” Aiden shut his eyes.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“It’s disgusting.”
“Shh.”
Aiden lay on the towel.
“Good. Bring your knee up toward your chest.”
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“You’re doing fine. There you go.” Keaton stroked
his hip. “Now I’m going to lubricate the nozzle and slide
it inside. Then I’ll start the solution flowing. It’ll feel
strange at first. You’ll feel very full, and like I said, there
might be some cramps. Hold the solution inside you as
long as you can, and then when you’re ready, I’ll help
you to the bathroom.”
“Fuck. Okay. Let’s do this.”
Keaton squeezed some lube onto the enema nozzle,
