Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Full Treatment (Mb, extreme-ped, enema, anal, semi-nc) By Silent Steps -------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. If you are under eighteen years old, or if it is illegal in your community to read explicit stories depicting sex between adults and minors, or if you are offended by such material, close this and go do something else. Do not contact me attempting to arrange illegal activities or the trading of illegal material. In short, let's keep this legal - that way, we can keep it fun. Thank you. -------------------------------------------------- Michael hated going to the spa. That is to say, he hated having a health nut for a mom. Today was yet another one of her long soaks, which could last as long as two hours. Two hours! For a seven year old, it may as well have been two years. Sitting alone in with only his handheld and a coloring book for company. It wasn't nearly enough to occupy a little boy. The spa always felt a bit like a hospital, just with more modern art pieces. The 'relaxation area' was nothing but a big empty waiting room, and all of the treatments happened behind various doors, just like doctors offices. And since it was late in the day, the place was particularly empty and silent. It's a real shame nobody else was there that day, because despite the grouchy expression on his little face, Michael was exceptionally pretty to look at. His head was packed with fluffy blonde hair, and his little nose held up a cute pair of spectacles - rather precariously since he had such a smooth nose bridge. The lenses seemed to highlight his freckles and pale complexion. He was wearing a little gray t-shirt and some brown shorts, his hairless little legs dangling out toward the little brown flipflops dangling from his small feet. Cute, impatient, curious, and left all by himself. A boy like Michael was bound to get into trouble sooner or later. ~ Dorian was a very tall man with a long, black pony tail that reached the middle of his back. His face suggested he might be native American, although he himself wasn't aware of any such lineage. He was handsome, which was was helpful in his line of work. Guests could be a little... uncomfortable with the services he offered. His was the most specialized aspect of the spa - the enema treatment. In many ways, he was perfect for the job. As a former proctologist, Dorian knew everything there was to know about the human rectum. But also - though he didn't advertise it - he had a little bit of an anal fixation. As long as it was clean, there was nothing hotter to him than good, hard anal sex. But he never got off on his job, for one simple reason: little boys weren't allowed on his table. The truth is, Dorian was 100% a boy lover - his sex life consisted exclusively of jerking off to little models, nudists, and erotic stories about boys. He was completely convinced that nothing in this world was as luscious as the round, hairless ass of a cute little preteen boy, even though he had never had a taste... yet. Today was going to be Dorian's lucky day, for as soon as his last scheduled client walked happily out his door, a tiny, blonde-headed cutie peered in around the corner. ~ Little Michael just hadn't been able to sit still. He'd decided to leave the waiting room and wander. He didn't know what this room was, just that it was an open door. Catching eyes, the man and the boy looked at each other for a moment. For Dorian, it was love at first sight. The kid was beautiful. It quickly occurred to him that nobody would be checking on this room for hours. His brain worked so fast at this, it nearly scared him. He knew he had been prepared to go after his desires for a long, long time, but there wasn't even a beat of hesitation. "Hello there, big guy. Are you lost?" "No." Michael calmly replied, peering around the room. "Are you a back rubber?" Dorian smirked a little at the unintended humor of that question. "Sort of, yeah. Where's your mommy and daddy at?" For a moment, Michael just peered around himself. The spa was pretty empty other than he and this man. Then he shrugged his small shoulders. "Mommy's still in the bath. I have to wait a long time." "Oh yeah? How long?" The boy shrugged. "Couple hours." Dorian's heart skipped a beat. "Wow! That's a long time to sit all by yourself." "Uh huh." Michael smiled, feeling like he was being understood for a change. "Hmm... well you can come hang out with me, I don't have another client today." Michael was neither a timid boy nor a particularly suspecting one. He stepped into the office as soon as he was given the offer, and peered around curiously at all the things inside. Dorian knew that he was going to have sex this child. He had to. He couldn't live his whole life without this crossed off of his bucket list. Moving slowly, he passed by the small child and closed the door to the room for privacy. The child didn't seem bothered by this in the least, nor did he hear the door being locked. Michael walked up to the table centering the room and looked up at it. "It this where you give back rubs?" "Yes. I give very -special- back rubs here, in fact. The very best kind." Michael looked at the strange tubes beside the bed centering the room, canting his head curiously. "That's what I use." Dorian explained. "You rub backs with this?" The boy asked, puzzled. "Oh, no. I massage INSIDE your back, not on the outside like other masseuses. It's much better, you see." Michael blinked and turned to face the tall man, looking up from so far below. "You use a needle or something?" "Oh heaven's no! It's supposed to feel good, right? Needles aren't fun." Dorian smiled as he saw the boy nodding with agreement - he was doing a good job buttering this kid up, for his first time at this. "Ok. How do you do it?" Dorian went straight to the point. "I put that tube over there up inside your butt." As one might expect, this put the child into a giggling fit. "That's so weird, hahaha! Really?" "Really! It's the best." Dorian explained. "It feels good, AND it's good for you. I bet you'd even love it. It's like you're all tingly inside the tummy." "Really?" Michael stopped giggling and folded his hands behind his back. "Well, that's neat..." Dorian looked around, drumming his lip with a finger. "Y'know... I'm not supposed to, buuuuuut...." He pretended to be chewing this over, but only for a moment. "I could always show you." Michael frowned up at the older man. "Mommy says I'm not allowed." "Well, what if we keep it a super secret. Wouldn't that be fun? You won't get in trouble that way." That's one way to spin it, Dorian thought. "Really?" Michael beamed. "You won't tell my mommy?" How could this go any more perfectly? Not only was this child making it so easy, but he'd keep it a secret on his own volition. Dorian's heart was pounding furiously. "I promise. Just hop up on the table and pull down your shorts and undies for me. It'll feel amazing, I promise." By now, Dorian was fully erect in his pants. He was going to fuck a precious, innocent child, whose tiny bottom looked so pert in those little shorts. He watched with awe as the little cheeks wriggled while the boy climbed up on the table. Michael lay out on his belly and propped himself up on his elbows. "Now, pants down, buddy." Dorian said, lust charging his voice as he walked behind the child. "Or are you too shy? Only grownups get to do this for a reason." The boy immediately protested "Nuh huh, I'm big enough." "Well, your little shorts and undies still need to come off." Michael looked up at the man, obviously blushing despite his insistance. But what was his alternative? Go back out and be bored out of his mind? Besides, this was supposed to feel really good. That's what this nice man said. "Kay." He said, still eager to prove what a big boy he was. He lifted his hips up and unbuttoned his shorts, thumbing at his underwear. Dorian beamed as he got an eyeful first of the undies, which were small and adorable. He loved to look at boys in their little briefs, especially those with cartoons on them. But he actually drooled when he saw what was inside. Two perfect, pale globes, the hole between them a hot pink color. Down below, the two smooth undersides of two sweet little balls. Little boy parts, at last. He swallowed heavily and walked up, running his fingers lovingly across one of the tiny cheeks. The boy twitched. Dorian pulled the two cheeks apart and peeked inward. He wasn't bothering with gloves as he usually did. He just relished in the soft, smooth skin as he gazed into the pinkness - goodness, was there even anything to clean? With his free hand, Dorian picked up the nozzle he used, thumbing off the cap. Then he pressed it up against the boy's anus. Michael whimpered a bit at the chilling feeling. In the nozzle went, slowly spreading the tight little ring he was fully intending to fuck. He pushed it in deeper than usual, sliding it in and out a little to test the kid's reaction, before finally pulling the switch. For little Michael, it was the strangest sensation he'd ever known. It wasn't that bad having something slide inside him, he discovered. But at first, the cool water pouring into him felt a little alien and he wasn't so sure he should be doing this. But there was something else. Something hd really liked. "I feel... my tummy..." the boy whimpered, squirming. Michael grinned wickedly. He was pumping far more into the child than normal, making sure those intestines were as full as full gets. The boy could feel his tummy expanding toward the table, could hear the bubbling noises deep down inside him. Then, just as quickly as he was filled, the boy was emptied. The colored water coursed back into the bag, causing the boy to sigh with relief.... then came the next round. As he pumped the waters in and out of the child, Dorian rubbed the tiny cheeks of his little butt, squeezing at them. After all, he was a masseuse. "Feeling okay buddy?" "Uh huh... it does feel nice." The boy admitted. By now the water filling the child and emptying was crystal clear. It was time to take this further. Dorian drained the boy, then pulled the nozzle from his small rectum. "Ok, lift your little bottom up for me." He said. It was the sexiest sight ever - a little boy's bald sac and taint, his clean, pink little ass, lifting up as if to be bred. And it soon would be. But first, Dorian had to taste the child. So he sank down onto his knees, noticing as he did - to his delight - that the boy was erect. He leaned up close, nuzzling at the tiny balls. "Whatcha doin -(TM)?" "Shh, just relax, buddy." Dorian leaned in and pressed his tongue wet and flat across the boys sac, drawing it up. The child tasted so sweet. Unable to help his actions, he sucked the skin of the preteen scrotum until the balls drew into his mouth, where he suckled them warmly. The boy softly moaned. Releasing the little balls, Mat drew his tongue up over the boy's anus. It tasted wonderful, still wet, still sparkling clean. He shoved his tongue right inside, pulling the cheeks apart in his hands as he began to eat the boy out. Still moaning in his adorable little boy voice, Michael didn't seem to be able to inquire further about what was happening. It must be part of the massage, he reasoned. It felt incredible! Is this why mommy likes the spa so much? Do they do this to her, too? Dorian fucked the child with his tongue for a few minutes, getting as familiar as he could with the layout. It was chilled at first from the water, but his efforts soon had the outer parts toasty warm again. He pulled off with a slurp. "You taste great, kid." "Haha, that's funny..." the boy said, his voice weak. "Now, you said you liked the feeling of being all full, didn't you?" Dorian asked, as he unbuttoned his pants. "Uh huh... are you going to do it some more?" Dorian grabbed a small bottle which sat on the enema device, and turned it over on the boy's ass. "Actually," he said, as he began to pour the lubricating syrup on that pink little hole, "this is the third, best part of the massage." "That feels warm..." "Mmmhmm." Dorian said, as he used his finger to push the lube into the boy, then began to stroke it over his cock. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck a preteen child. Little Michael felt this nice man climbing up behind him and looked over his shoulder, confused. He couldn't see Dorian's big, aching erection swinging into place as it readied to commit its first act as a pedo cock. "Keep your bottom up." Dorian explained, leaning in to kiss the boy on the face. He was so beautiful! "Whats that?" whined the boy, as the head of an adult penis kissed his lubed, seven year old hole. "It's what I'm going to massage you with." Dorian whispered, pushing gently. The little pink ring was fully relaxed, so it easily parted for him. In went the adult's cock, gliding into the silky, warm depths of a small child. At last, here it was, a real boy cunt. Michael made the most adorable sounds as he was penetrated so deep. It was a good thing these rooms were practically sound proofed - privacy and all that. The tiny grunting and whimpering was music in the air as Dorian's furiously erect cock filled the child completely to the hilt. A heavy set of balls rested against tiny, smooth ones, showing that man and boy had united fully. After a few seconds pause, Michael looked up at Dorian, his cheeks bright red. "I-is that your wiener?" "It sure is!" "You put your wiener in my butt?" This was a very new idea to the child. Dorian just grinned. "Well, my hands are too big to massage you inside, right? So this is what I use instead." "Oh." That kind of made sense, Michael thought. "What's the matter, does it hurt?" "Only a little." The child said, steadying himself on his hands. "But it's kinda cool. It's all warm and stuff. The water was kinda cold before." "That's right, it will help warm you back up. And because you're a boy, you have a thing called a prostate inside your bottom. It's real sensitive, which is why this is such a special massage." "Oh, okay. That's weird." "I know." Dorian smirked. "Now, I just have to slide it back in forth inside you." "Okay." Michael regarded the whole thing as innocent - this must be what grownups do when they get massages after all. Even so, there was something else - his own little 'thing' couldn't stop being hard, and for some reason, he liked having his tummy feeling so full of that body part. The water had reached the depths of his bowels, but this fat object inside him stretched and filled his body much more completely. Dorian held the child by the waist, closed his eyes, and began to fuck little Michael. He pushed it in, and out, in, and out. It was everything he'd dreamed of, so warm and so tight. And such a receptive boy this was, his rump staying up in the air and his little cock stiff as a board. The soft whimpers of a little boy's voice started up as the gentle thrusts pressed on. "Feels good, big guy?" Dorian asked. "Uh huh." Gradually, the 'massage' sped up, harder and harder. The boy only made sweeter sounds the more rapidly Dorian's prick slid in and out of the tight oriface. Soon, he was pumping so hard that their balls swayed and bounced together. "M-mister..." the boy whimpered, gripping the stationary pillow of the bed and looking over his shoulder. "What is it, champ?" Dorian grinned back, still pounding away. "My wiener is gettin' all tingly." Dorian smiled, and reached down around the boy's waist, curling his fingers around the small, stiff member. "That's a big part of the massage." He said, as he began to stroke the little dick in time with his thrusts. "O-oh... w-why?" The boy whined, but he quickly answered his own question. Suddenly, Dorian could feel the tight walls of Michael's anus clamping even harder as the boy loudly moaned, his little penis twitching between Dorian's fingers. The boy was cumming from being butt-fucked! What a natural-born little faggot! Gripping the spasming cock in one hand and a handful of the boy's hair with the other, he began to pound even more fiercely, eager to seed the child now. "Ahhhh~" the boy moaned, now feeling so good his mind was pretty much buzzed. The mating continued - firm, wet slaps of adult cock into tight, hairless boy bottom. Two rooms over, in a dimly lit room, the child's mother lay back in her tub with cucumbers on her eyes, enjoying the soothing chemicals around her naked body. Blissfully unaware that her precious child was being bred furiously and aggressively nearby. Amazingly, the little hornball had a second orgasm. Once again, Michael's little rectum gripped its invader as his body tried vainly to ejaculate. That was all Dorian could take. He wrapped his arms around little Michal's chest and pulled the child upright, sitting him in his lap - and came. He came harder than he had ever come in his life, firing what felt like a liter of sperm upward into the colon of this beautiful, beautiful boy. As load after load of semen fired from his dick, Dorian kissed hungrily at the boy's throat. He felt so happy and so proud of what he had done. No one would ever be able to undo this - he had bred a little boy butt, and he had bred it well. His sperm was finally where it always belonged - inside of a child. Settling Michael down on the bed, Dorian pulled his cock slowly from the child's slippery little rectum. A bit of semen semen followed him out, and he dabbed it up with a washcloth. "That felt cooooool." Michael cooed, smiling up at this nice masseuse with a dizzy expression. "It sure did, champ." Dorian agreed, lightly patting the kid's well-fucked rump. "You're lucky, usually only grown ups are allowed THAT kind of massage." "You promise not to tell." The boy cautioned. Dorian chuckled inwardly - this couldn't have gone better. "I promise." Once the boy had his little shorts back on and was able to stand again, Dorian opened the door to his office and peered out into the empty waiting room. The boy stepped out, giggling at himself for having gotten away with that. Dorian closed the door and began to pack up, a big shit-eating grin plastered upon his face. Half an hour later, the boy's wet-haired mother came out of another room to see her child playing on his handheld in the waiting room. He bounced up and hugged her, then they took each other's hand and made their way outside. "Thanks for being a good boy and waiting for mommy." She said. "It's okay." Michael replied. "Are we coming back again next week?" The woman beamed down at her son. "Oh? You don't mind?" Michael beamed right back, his little cum-filled anus twitching excitedly at the thought of another 'special' massage as they walked out the door. "I don't mind!"