Medicine Time for Little Boys  (M+b,nepi,toddler,oral,medicine,enema,anal)

by Cherry Pie

   

STORY DESCRIPTION: Don inspects his three-year-old son and discovers a
                   "problem" that can only be solved by fucking him back 
                   to health.  It's a good thing Uncle Stevie is in town, 
                   because young Michael is going to need all the medicine 
                   he can get.


   
CHAPTER ONE:


   "Daddy?  What are you doing?"

   "Shhh," Don whispered, moving his hand lower to cup his three-year-old
son's ass, loving how tiny and plump and round it was.  "Quiet down angel.
Let daddy touch."

   Little Michael whimpered and tried to pull his towel down to cover
himself, but Don was too strong.  He lifted the towel up and away until
there was nothing Michael could use to keep Don from seeing his private
areas, completely clean and bare after his bath.

   Don leaned forward and smelled his son's neck, catching the whiff of
fresh baby wash that seemed to always cling to the young boy.  Don couldn't
imagine a more erotic scent.

   "Daddy," Michael whispered, his words coming out shaky in a way that
should have made Don back off, but all that came to mind was the image of
his baby boy, his little angel, whispering `Daddy, please Daddy, please!'
on his cock, words coming thick and heavy from the large member thrusting
in and out of him.  "Daddy please!" Michael whimpered, completing the
fantasy.

   Don groaned and allowed his finger to slip between the two plump, round
cheeks of his son's ass to circle the tight virgin hole he wanted to claim.

   "Quiet angel." Don said.  "You remember what I said about being a good
boy?" Michael choked out a sob, but he nodded and stayed quiet otherwise.
"That's right.  I want you to be good for me now Mikey.  Open your legs."

   Michael held his chubby little thighs together stubbornly, not wanting
his daddy's hands to keep going.  He was scared, more scared than he
remembered being in his whole young life, and the hands on his plump bottom
felt uncomfortable, wrong.

   "Open your legs."

   This time it was an order, and Michael couldn't stop the tears from
falling as he obeyed.  Don's hand came down on his rear, smacking hard
enough to have Michael sobbing.

   "You listen the first time I ask!" His daddy said sternly.

   "I'm sorry." Michael whimpered.  The finger around his hole pressed
harder.

   "I forgive you angel." Don said, distracted by the little whimpers his
son was letting out at the contact.  "I'm doing this for your own good. 
Just need to check and make sure you're healthy."

   Michael bowed his head in shame.  His daddy would never do anything to
hurt him.  Why did he even think he would?

   "Get on the bed.  I think I found something."

   Found something?  Was that bad?  He didn't want something bad to be
happening to his back parts.  Michael was confused, but he did as his daddy
asked, sitting down on the bed even though he was still naked.

   His daddy smiled at him and shook his head, obviously amused by whatever
he'd done.  "Not like that," Don said.  "Up on your hands and knees.  I
need to be able to see you."

   Michael blushed and turned around, hiding his head in the pillows,
ashamed as his backside was completely exposed to his daddy.

   "Good boy Mikey." Don praised and Michael shivered at the thickness of
his daddy's voice.  He'd never heard it like that before, but it sounded
like he was crying, like whatever he saw was really bad.

   "I'm gonna do something angel." His daddy told him.  "It's gonna feel
cold, and it's gonna make you feel full, like you want to get rid of it,
but I need you to hold it, okay?  We have to clean you out."

   "Okay." Michael answered, bracing himself.  Something small and hard
probed his little hole, slipping inside just barely before he understood
what his daddy meant.  He cried out as he was filled to the brim with cold
liquid, wanting to do just what his daddy said not to.

   "That's a good boy.  You're doing so well."

   "Daddy!" he sobbed.

   "I know.  Just a little bit longer." Don was mesmerized with the sight.
His son's small hips twitched as he took ounce after ounce of the enema
fluid, sobbing loudly, making Don swear he could hear it slosh inside of
him even though he knew it was impossible.  "Almost done."

   "Please!"

   "There you go."

   "Daddy please!"

   "All done.  Hold it in baby." Don removed the nozzle from his boy's
tight hole and smiled wide when his son did as he asked and squeezed his
hole closed to keep the fluid in.  "Good boy.  You took it so well."

   Michael couldn't stand it.  He sobbed into the sheets, burying his head
in so that his daddy wouldn't hear him cry.  It hurt so much that Michael
was sure he'd never felt anything like this before.  He wanted whatever was
inside of him out.  But his daddy's hand was rubbing circles onto his back,
and it reminded him that he was just making things worse.  His daddy was
trying to help him, and all he could do was cry about it.  His daddy was
soothing him, trying to make him feel better even though it was his fault
in the first place.

   "Stand up Mikey.  Off the bed." The words were calm, soothing, and
Michael did as his daddy asked.

   It was even worse standing up.  He could feel the fluid inside of him
move, pressing against his rim, wanting out, but he knew he couldn't let
it.

   "Go to the restroom son." Don said.  "Let it all out." Michael looked up
at him with red-rimmed eyes, unsure of what he'd heard.  His daddy smiled.
"Go potty Mikey.  I'll be right here when you're done."

   Michael bolted to the restroom and Don couldn't help but shiver as he
thought of how clean his son would be inside and out, and just how much fun
it would be to make him all dirty.

   It took a minute for Michael to finish, and in the meantime, Don grabbed
some supplies.  Lube was a priority.  He may have been sick for wanting his
son this way, but that didn't mean that he was completely depraved.  He
eyed the condoms in his bedside drawer, but thought better of it.  He
wanted to feel that tight heat around him, stuff his baby boy, his little
angel, full of come.  He didn't want or need a condom for that.  Besides,
that wasn't what he had planned.

   He watched his son walk hesitantly out of the restroom to stand at his
daddy's side.

   "Just two more times angel." Don said.

   Michael bowed his head and kneeled like he was supposed to, crying as he
was filled to the brink again.  It felt like more and more fluid was added
each time, that he could feel it stretching out his stomach with how much
there was, like he would choke on it if he breathed too deep.  But just as
it started getting too bad, his daddy would stop and send him to the potty
so that he could be emptied.  By the third time, it was easy to get the
fluid out of him, and he felt better than he had in a while.

   Michael came out of the restroom looking happier now that they were
done. The tenseness in his shoulders was still there, but it wasn't as
pronounced as it had been before.

   "You ready angel?" Don asked, holding up a different bottle than before.

   "Th...there's more?" His toddler son sounded so distraught that Don felt
the urge to bury himself in the little boy's tight ass right then and
there, but he held himself at bay.  "You...you said...you said only two
more times!"

   "I'm sorry Mikey, but I just needed you clean.  I still haven't gotten a
chance to inspect you yet."

   Michael began to cry, harsh sobs that shook his entire frame, and every
single whimpering noise that came from his mouth went straight to Don's
cock until it was hard in the confines of his pants.

   "Come here angel." Don beckoned, and Michael rushed over to him, running
across the expanse of the bedroom to bury his face in his daddy's soft
t-shirt.

   "I...I don'...li...hic...like it."

   "I know Mikey.  I know."

   "Th...then why?" he sobbed.

   "Because I have to make sure you're okay.  I want my little boy to grow
up big and strong.  Don't you want to grow up big and strong?"

   Michael couldn't speak through his hyperventilating, so he just nodded
against Daddy.  He didn't know what was wrong with him.  His daddy was just
making sure he was okay.  There was no reason to act like this, but he
couldn't help it.  The touches were strange, not horrible, but not good
either.  He wasn't sure he liked them, but when did he ever like things
that were good for him?

   "You're so strong angel." His daddy praised, and Michael couldn't help
but feel better at it.  If Daddy thought he was strong, then maybe he could
do this.  "You're doing such a great job.  I just need to finish checking
you out, okay?"

   Michael got his crying under control and whispered, "o...hic...okay."

   "That's a good boy.  Back on the bed."

   Michael didn't sit this time, already knowing that his daddy wanted a
view of his hole.  And, damn, was it a view!  Don licked his lips at the
sight of the puffy pink hole that he knew would be a stretched out red by
the end of the night.  Don coated his finger in lube and began teasing his
boy, just touching.

   The finger that circled his rim was cold and wet, and it pressed against
him hard, making him gasp.  "Daddy!" he cried out.

   "Shhh..." Don soothed.  "It's okay angel.  Daddy's here."

   That calmed him down a little, but the finger was still there, circling,
circling.  Then it slipped inside for a moment, making Michael choke out a
sob in surprise, but it was gone before he could really protest, circling
the rim again.  It became a pattern--circle, circle, slip, circle, circle,
slip.  Each time the finger slid inside, it went deeper and deeper until
his daddy's entire finger was nestled in him and he was crying outright at
the sensation.

   His daddy stayed there, deep inside of Michael's hole, until the cries
turned to small hiccups and the muscles inside relaxed enough that he could
thrust freely.  Michael didn't expect it when his daddy pulled his finger
out suddenly, or when he thrust it back inside, repeating the sensation
over and over again to watch the pucker twitch around thin air, expecting
his finger to still be inside.

   "Daddy!"

   Don didn't respond.  He continued with his thrusts, basking in the tight
heat that enveloped his thick finger, clenching and squeezing in all the
right ways.  He knew it would feel so good when it was surrounding his
cock. Even so, he knew that it would be a while until his young son was
ready.  But he had all the time in the world.

   Don became rougher and rougher with his thrusts, forcing his finger past
the tightening ring of muscle until it was accepted without protest. 
Michael's sobs died down, his entire body lax with the knowledge that his
daddy wasn't going to stop even though it hurt so bad.

   One finger became two, and Michael cried out then, a hoarse scream at
the intrusion, but his daddy didn't thrust anymore like he did the first
time, so he quieted down soon enough, telling himself that it wasn't so
much that it hurt as it was that it surprised him.

   Don crossed and uncrossed his fingers inside his son's channel,
spreading them out every so often to stretch the tight muscles.  Michael
was being quiet now, so he didn't worry so much about hurting him.  He was
careful enough that he knew his baby boy wouldn't tear and that there would
be no permanent damage.  The small amount of pain that existed now would
shadow in comparison to the pleasure he would bring his boy later.

   The pain dimmed almost immediately for Michael.  Not even a minute
passed with his daddy's two fingers inside of him before he no longer
wanted to protest.  It still wasn't pleasant, but it was tolerable.  When a
third slipped inside, Michael hardly mumbled a complaint.  He was stretched
out further than he'd ever thought capable, the sensation nearly the same
as the fluid that had been inside of him, except this was much more solid,
and the movement was something to get used to.

   The fingers were gone suddenly, and Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
If the fingers were gone, that meant that his daddy was surely done
inspecting his hole.  Maybe it wasn't that bad.  Maybe that was it.

   But then he felt something else at his hole, something harder than his
daddy's fingers, something thicker, and it forced it's way inside,
stretching him out all the way until he could feel it deep inside of him.
His hole clenched tight once it was fully nestled, but his insides were
still wide, trying and failing to find a comfortable place for it.

   "That's a good boy." Then the hands were gone completely, no longer
soothing him, and his towel was put back in his hands.  "Now go get
dressed," his daddy ordered.  "Uncle Stevie is gonna be here in ten minutes
to watch the game." Michael nodded and moved to leave the room, wincing
when every movement jostled the thing inside of him.  "Don't take it out."
Don said sternly.  "I found something, and it's pretty deep.  We're gonna
need to fix it later, once you're stretched enough."

   Michael didn't have it in him to cry anymore.  His tears had dried up
while his daddy's fingers probed at his insides.  "Okay, Daddy," he said
instead, trying to be a good boy for him.

   Michael waddled slowly into his own bedroom and closed the door behind
him.  Uncle Stevie was coming soon, which meant that he needed to dress
quickly, but the thought of putting on pants was daunting for the little
boy, as it seemed as if even lifting his leg had the thing pressing against
him in a spot that made him flinch, though he didn't know if it was
pleasure or pain.  Strange is what it was, little Michael pulled on a
little pair of tracksuit pants that were loose enough they wouldn't touch
the thing in him at all, let alone move it.

   Any t-shirt would do after that, so he chose one at random and slipped
it over his head just as the doorbell rang, signaling his uncle had
arrived.

   "Hey Stevie." He heard from his bedroom.

   Michael tried to ignore the sensation in his rear that demanded
attention and went out into the living room to greet his uncle.  "Uncle
Stevie!" he called, excited despite himself.

   "Hey, Mikey!"

   Michael went downstairs as quickly as he could, wincing with every step,
until he was tight in his uncle's arms.  "I missed you." he said.

   "Yeah.  Sorry I can't be around so much.  Work isn't close."

   "It's okay." Michael said, forgiving him instantly.

   "I brought you something though," His uncle said with a smile.

   Don smirked as Steve unexpectedly picked Michael up and held him on his
hip.  He watched his son's mouth part in a tiny gasp, tears threatening to
pour as the anal plug was jostled inside his baby boy's tight little ass.
Steve didn't notice anything amiss, too busy pulling something small out of
his pocket and handing it to his nephew.

   "What is it?" Michael asked, taking the book that was just small enough
to fit in Steve's pocket.

   "That, Michael, is a special book, just for you.  It's a book of angels,
but more important, it's all of the angels that are supposed to be in the
Angel Michael's garrison - your garrison."

   "Mine." Michael whispered, cradling the book to his chest.  He still
felt the thing inside of him--it was hard not to with his uncle moving his
arm so often to readjust him--but the feeling was overshadowed by the book
he held in his hands.

   Michael threw his arms over his uncle's shoulders and held him in
another hug.  "Thank you." he whispered.

   "You're very welcome." His uncle replied, like always.

   "Alright boys," Don called, pulling them away from their chick moment.
"Game time!"

   Steve smiled and set Michael on his feet--something the young child
appreciated immensely, even breathing a sigh of relief that wasn't caught
by either adult, and followed Don into the living room.

   Michael stood awkwardly by the couch, watching the game, listening to
the catcalls when the cheerleaders danced, the cries of anger when the
other team scored, and the cheers that erupted when their team won.  Three
hours passed as Michael stood around, trying his best to ignore the stretch
of his hole and the flush of his little prick that wouldn't go down as hard
as he tried.

   "Mikey?"

   It took a second for Michael to realize someone was saying his name.  He
turned his eyes toward the sound, surprised when his Uncle Stevie was right
in front of his face.  "You okay, Mikey?"

   Fine, Michael tried to say, but all he could get out was the letter F
and a low moan.

   "You're not looking so good." His uncle worried.  "Don, I think
something's wrong with Michael."

   Don held his smirk at the concern in Steve's voice and pasted the best
caring father expression he had on his face.  "You alright angel?" He
asked.

   Michael shook his head, no.  He knew that it was whatever his daddy had
found in his rear that was making him like this.  Nothing else would have
made Uncle Stevie and Daddy worry so much, but Michael couldn't even speak
out enough to tell them that.  All he could do was pant and whimper, hips
twitching whenever he accidentally jostled the plug.

   "Come over here." Don said.  "Come sit on my lap.  I'll make you feel
better."

   Michael shivered as that tone entered his daddy's voice.  He must have
been really worried if he sounded like he was going to cry again.  Michael
walked to his daddy and crawled gingerly onto his lap, careful of the thing
inside him, but unable to keep it from pressing deeper.

   "You sure he's okay Don?" Steve asked.

   "No problem Stevie.  Here..." Don lifted Michael's face up to meet his
eyes.  "You wanna go sit with your uncle?"

   Michael didn't want to, but he knew that Don was testing.  He nodded and
scoot over until his backside was directly on his uncle's moving thigh,
causing him to gasp as the plug moved inside of him.

   Steve held his nephew tightly, a slightly confused expression on his
face that had Don unable to hold back his smirk.  Steve's hand slid down
the small of Michael's back to cup his ass, no doubt feeling the plug he'd
put in his boy.

   "Don?" Steve asked, voice shaky.

   "Yeah?"

   "What...?"

   Don grinned.  "Thought we could play, Stevie."

   Steve groaned, noting immediately when his nephew stiffened in his lap
as he toyed with the plug.  He wasn't able to do much more than that before
Don was calling out, "C'mon, Mikey!" and leading them both to the master
bedroom.

   "Daddy?" Michael questioned, extremely shy now that his uncle was there
to bear witness to his humiliation as well.

   "Your uncle is here to check and make sure I don't miss something.  We
have to have a second opinion in case I'm wrong."

   Michael nodded as if it made sense - in that childlike mind of his, the
explanation probably did - and climbed on the bed with the same amount of
trepidation as he had the first time.

   "Be a good boy for me angel." Don whispered.  He began pulling at the
toy, stretching his son's hole around the base of the plug only to force it
back inside.  He basked in the glory of his son's pitiful cries as he
continued the assault, knowing full well the conflicting sensations that
were flowing through the small boy.  There would be pleasure by the end of
the night, but they were still a ways from that, and Don knew that, for now
at least, Michael had to be feeling pain of the stretch.

   "Daddy!" Michael choked out, trying to get his daddy to hurry up so that
he wouldn't have to feel that painful stretch that made his little prick
leak, wanting to be touched too.

   "Your daddy found what it is Mikey." His uncle said, breaking his focus.
"It's real deep.  He's gonna have to go inside you to help."

   "I...inside?" Michael questioned, trying his best not to begin crying
again.

   "Yeah Mikey.  He has to fill you up all the way.  If he can't, then
you'll stay like this."

   Then Michael did start crying.  He didn't want it to stay - didn't even
know what it was, but he knew it had to be bad for it to feel like this. 
He didn't know what they wanted from him, didn't know what he was supposed
to do.  He let one of the sobs out of his chest just as the plug
disappeared from his loose hole, and then hands were on him, big and warm
and not his daddy's, but offering comfort nonetheless.

   "Shhh..." Uncle Stevie whispered.  "You're such a big boy Mikey.  It'll
feel better in a minute.  I promise."

   Michael cried again, this time in surprise as something soft and warm
and wet flicked over the sensitive outside of his hole.  "Wh...what was
that?" he asked, scared.

   "It was your daddy," His uncle answered.  "He's trying to make you feel
better."

   Michael nodded and accepted his daddy gratefully.  His uncle was right;
it made him feel much better.  He gasped as his daddy took another swipe at
his rear, wetting it even more than it had been.  Whatever he was doing
felt good, and he surprised himself by pressing back into it.

   "Good boy." His daddy praised.  His voice was garbled, like he had his
mouth full, but he knew it was his daddy nonetheless.  Michael beamed,
shivers of sensation rolling through him.

   Don could feel his son's arousal against his tongue.  The soft pucker of
the hole in front of him twitched with every slow glide against his
perineum.  He pointed his tongue and slipped it past the stretched out ring
of muscle, loving how easily his baby boy parted for him.

   Unlike the last time his daddy was in his rear, there was no pain, no
confusion.  His daddy was helping him, making him feel better.  Michael
pressed back against the sensation, wanting it to go deeper like the other
thing that had been in him, but it didn't, just stayed on the surface,
making him frustrated with how much he wanted it.

   "You ready Mikey?" Uncle Stevie asked, eyes glued to the sight of his
brother eating out his young, still-in-preschool nephew.  "Your daddy is
almost ready." Michael nodded, unable to keep his small hips from
twitching.

   Don pulled back and swiped at his young son's hole one more time before
grabbing the lube and slicking himself up.  He pressed the head of his cock
into his son's heat, clenching his teeth to keep himself from coming.  It
had been so long since he'd felt anything that tight.  "Christ, Mikey," Don
groaned as his baby boy's hole convulsed around him.  The small, tight
channel tightened even further with every inch he forced into him, and Don
couldn't do anything but gasp as he pressed inside.

   He was so caught up in the sensation, that he couldn't even hear the low
whimpers his young son let out.  The thing inside of Michael was much
bigger than the plug, stretching the small boy wider than he thought
possible.  His hole hurt, but there was something inside of him that
tingled with the contact, so he focused on that, trying his best not to cry
out or scream, wanting to be a good boy for his daddy.

   "You're doing great," his uncle praised.  Then he leaned down and
captured Michael's parted lips, kissing him.  Michael accepted it
gratefully.  It felt nice, reassuring.  Uncle Stevie was there for him,
trying to make things better just like Daddy.

   Don's breath hitched in his throat when he saw the two kissing.  Little
Michael looked so innocent, even with his daddy's cock buried in his ass as
he made out with his uncle, small, plump lips parting just right, letting
out the cutest little whimpers that Steve swallowed right up, tongue
darting inside to taste his nephew.

   Don pulled his cock back slightly and pressed in again, testing the
waters.  Michael moaned, but didn't protest, his lips still interlocked
with his uncle's, so Don repeated the action, pulling back a little further
and pressing in harder.

   His angel looked like he could take it, so he pulled out to the tip and
pounded his baby boy's ass, loving the mixed cries of pleasure and pain
that he drew with every hard thrust.

   Michael could feel the cock inside of him, throbbing as if fucked in and
out of his hole.  Before that day, nothing had ever been inside of him, but
now he couldn't even remember what it felt like to be empty.  Michael
couldn't move, was frozen in place by his daddy's hard cock, though he
could still feel Uncle Stevie's lips, pressing light kisses to his parted
mouth.

   "I found something else Mikey." Uncle Stevie whispered against him. 
"It's in your mouth." Michael shivered in terror, more tears sliding down
his red-flushed face.  If it was in his mouth now, that meant it wasn't
getting better.  It was spreading.  He whimpered at the thought of it being
everywhere, not just in his rear and his mouth, and he couldn't help the
tears that formed with the thought.  "It's okay," soothed his uncle, "I
know how to make it better.  I have some special medicine that'll make it
go away.  It's what your daddy's going to give you too, but I'm gonna give
it in your mouth, and all you have to do is swallow it, okay?"

   Michael nodded gratefully, thanking his uncle without words for helping
him.  He wanted to speak, to thank Uncle Stevie out loud, but the only
sounds he seemed capable of producing were whimpers and moans from his
daddy's large cock, making him tingle inside and out.

   Steve unzipped himself, taking his cock out to bob up against his
stomach.  He'd been rock solid since Don was tonguing Michael's little
hole, and the relief he felt was unparalleled.

   "Open wide Mikey." Steve ordered, surprised when Michael did just as he
asked.  Michael parted his lips, opening his jaw as far as he could for his
medicine.  He knew what was coming, but nothing could have prepared him for
the thick member thrusting itself into his mouth.  The pressure in his rear
was forgotten as he tried to accustom himself to choking down his uncle's
cock, trying to make it fit somewhere it didn't.

   Steve gasped and groaned, trying not to thrust hard into his nephew's
mouth, but loving the friction that Don created as he pounded his boy's
hole.

   "You have to suck it Mikey." Steve said, panting.  "The medicine won't
come out of you don't."

   Michael swallowed and nodded around the cock in his mouth, sucking as
much as he could.  It was harder than he thought it would be.  His daddy
had him whimpering and tingling all over, and the thickness in his mouth
wouldn't give him enough room to suck as hard as he wanted to, but Uncle
Stevie stroked his back in silent praise, and Michael figured that he was
doing good.

   A small glob of something came from his uncle, thick and bitter, and
Michael figured that that was the medicine he was supposed to take.  He
swallowed it, shivering in distaste.  He hated medicine.

   His daddy thrust harder and harder, making it hurt again, before he
stopped completely.  Michael felt something wet deep inside of him, and he
knew that that was what his uncle had been talking about when he said that
Daddy had to fill him.  It was probably the same medicine he was getting
from Uncle Stevie.  He swallowed another glob gratefully before his uncle
pulled out with a smile.

   Michael angled his head up, hoping for another kiss, and Steve granted
it.

   "Did I do good Daddy?" the small boy asked, voice hoarse.

   "Yeah angel.  You did great.  And you're going to be just as good for
Uncle Stevie, aren't you?"

   "But..." he almost cried when he realized that he wasn't done.  "But I
was good, wasn't I?"

   "You were great Mikey." His uncle reassured.  "But your mouth only
needed a little medicine.  I have to put the rest deep inside you like your
daddy did." 

   Michael could feel more tears pricking at his eyes in anticipation of
taking his uncle's length inside of him.  It was big, bigger even then his
daddy's had been, and it scared him to think that he would have to feel the
stretch of his Uncle Stevie's cock inside of him so soon after his daddy.

   "I don't want to." Michael whispered.  "Please!"

   Michael looked up, eyes begging, to Don's soothing expression.  His
daddy petted his hair and looked at him sadly.  "You can't get better if
you don't take your medicine, angel."

   He knew his daddy was right, but even with the tingling, it hurt, and he
knew that Uncle Stevie's thickness would be more than his daddy's.  "Come
on, baby boy," his daddy pressed.  "Get up on Uncle Stevie's lap."

   "But..."

   "Now Mikey!" his daddy ordered, and Michael had no other choice.  He
straddled his uncle's hips, feeling the thick member along his backside.

   Steve rubbed a generous amount of lube on himself, not wanting to hurt
his nephew any more than he had to, and then started to press steadily
inside, ignoring the rush of tears that his cock forced from his nephew's
eyes.  He knew the boy was in pain, but that didn't deter him.

   "It's okay Mikey," Steve soothed, once his cock was buried fully inside
his young nephew's tight little ass.  "Move whenever you're ready."

   Michael nodded, grateful for the period he was given to adjust.  When
his daddy gave him his medicine, he hadn't waited, just made him take it.
Uncle Stevie was letting him do it, and that made him want to be a good boy
for him.

   He lifted his hips up as high as he could go before his uncle stopped
him, then slid down on his cock, surprised when it didn't hurt as much as
he thought it would.  The tingling grew, making him pant and moan for a
whole other reason, and he repeated the action.  Up, down, up, down, he
fucked himself on his uncle's cock, hearing the squish of medicine inside
of him, but that just made it better.  He could feel it leaking from him,
dripping down his thighs, but for some reason, it just made him feel
better. That had to be the medicine working, he decided.  It made him feel
real good.

   Michael bounced on his uncle's cock quickly, taking it deeper and deeper
until he had the whole thing in him, something he never thought possible.
His thighs hurt, his back hurt, his whole backside hurt, but he couldn't
remember ever feeling this good before, so he kept going, bouncing harder
to increase the tingling.

   There was a tap on his chin that had him opening his eyes, only to
glimpse his daddy's leaking cockhead by his mouth.  He didn't even wait for
an order this time.  He opened his mouth and sucked like Uncle Stevie
taught him, swallowing down glob after glob of bitter medicine that made
him feel so good.

   "Great job angel." His daddy's praised.  "Almost done.  You ready for
your medicine?  I'm gonna give it to you all at once, okay?"

   Michael nodded.

   "Here it is."

   Michael held his uncle deep inside of him as a thick rush of medicine
filled his mouth, choking him.  He remembered to swallow at the last
minute, but he couldn't keep some from dripping out of his mouth.  There
was just too much of it.

   Michael let out a sob at the loss.  If he didn't get it all, then they'd
have to keep going, but his daddy soothed him, petting his hair in a way
that Michael discovered he liked immensely.

   "What's wrong baby boy?" His daddy asked.

   The thick cock inside of him twitched at the nickname, forcing a hiccup
from him, but then it was still.

   "I...I didn't get i...it all daddy." he said tearfully.

   "That's okay angel.  Daddy will give it to you."

   Don wiped up the tendrils of come that coated his son's chin and fed
them to him.  Michael sucked on the fingers gratefully, cleaning them off
and swallowing every drop of come his daddy gave him.

   "What do you say?"

   "Thank you." Michael whispered shyly.

   "You're welcome Mikey.  You still need to get the rest of your medicine
from Uncle Stevie though."

   Michael nodded and lifted his hips once more to continue fucking himself
on his uncle's lap, but Steve stilled him.  He looked at his uncle,
confusion plain on his face.

   "I'm going to turn you around," Steve explained.  He lifted Michael's
leg and maneuvered his nephew without removing the cock from his ass so
that they were back to chest.  Then he held the boy by the crease of his
knees, legs together, and guided him up and down on his own.

   Michael screamed when Steve shoved him down on his cock, but the sound
was all pleasure.  His little hole wasn't so little anymore, and it could
definitely take the pounding his uncle planned on giving him.

   "Uncle Stevie!" Michael begged, and Steve knew just what his nephew
wanted.

   He repeated the motion, not letting Michael do anything but take the
huge cock that thrust hard into his ass.

   Michael whimpered and cried, screamed every so often whenever Steve
drove in particularly hard, but he was a mess of fucked-out pleasure by the
time Steve filled his ass with come, watching it drip out of his gaping
hole, too stretched out to keep it in on his own.

   "Plug?" he asked.

   Don smirked and handed it over.  Then Michael's hole was filled once
more, and both of their loads were sealed inside.

   "Daddy!" Michael cried.  "I need...need..." He sobbed in frustration,
crying but not knowing why he was doing so.  All he knew was that he needed
something, but he wasn't sure what.

   "It's okay angel.  Daddy's here to take care of you, remember?"

   Something hot and wet wrapped around his little baby prick then, giving
him something he didn't even know he wanted.  Like the pleasure he'd felt
in his backside, the shivers reached up his spine and reverberated through
him.  His daddy sucked just a little, and Michael could feel something
coming.

   "Daddy!" he called.  "I...I'm gonna..." He pushed down his embarrassment
with a sob.  He had to warn him.  "I'm gonna pee!"

   "It's okay Mikey." his uncle said soothingly.  "Go ahead.  Your daddy's
waiting."

   Michael came with a shout right into his daddy's mouth.  Don swallowed
the tiny tendrils, sucking lightly as he did so to prolong his young son's
first orgasm.  When Michael collapsed against the bed, completely tuckered
out, Don knew he'd done good.

   "Holy shit Don." Steve said, staring at the fucked out version of his
nephew like he couldn't believe they'd done it.

   "I know, right?"

   Steve exhaled shakily.  He knew how this was going to play out.  Mikey
thought everything was over, that he'd never have to take his daddy's cock
again, but Steve knew better.  `Have to do this regularly', Don would say,
or `looks like it's back'.  Then he'd pound into his baby boy's tight ass,
fucking the protests right out of him until it was such a regular thing
that Mikey wouldn't even question it when Don ordered him on all fours.

   If things went well like they had just now, Mikey would even come crying
to Don, `Daddy, I think it's back', or `it hurts, Daddy.  Please take care
of me'.  And Don would smile and nod and say, `I don't know, baby.  I might
have to inspect you first'.  He'd finger his son, but not more than that,
and he'd refrain from anything of a sexual nature for weeks, months even,
until Mikey forgot.  Then he'd start all over again.  By the time Mikey
would realize what was happening, he wouldn't care.  He'd be begging for
his daddy's cock, coming just from having something filling him up.

   Steve knew all of this from experience.

   "I remember when you looked like that Stevie." Don whispered, turning
lust-filled eyes toward him.  It was the same look Steve remembered from
his childhood, and it promised nothing but a pleasure he could only feel
when he rode big brother's cock.

   
THE END
   
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