Jacking With Jack

Jacking With Jack 4 and 5

By Gerste

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 4

Mrs. Dolhurstel took in the scene before speaking, visibly impressed by the girls' initiative and ingenuity: "Now girls," she said, "That is not exactly what I meant when I said we should clean Jack inwardly. This is what I had meant." So saying, she held up an enema bag and approached the bath tub. The girl doing the scrubbing withdrew the toothbrush from Jack's anus with a disappointed expression on her face, which was almost as immediately replaced by one of curiosity. In point of fact, she was intringued at the prospect of what this could mean.

Mrs. Dolhurstel took Jack's toothbrush from her and placed it in its holder on the sink. Seeing this from his obtuse angle, Jack protested, "Mom, I can't use that shitty thing."

Mrs. Dolhurstel shot back, "You can and you will. And watch your shitty language! Besides, it looks as if it is not that soiled, just a little brown. But she did do a magnificent job cleaning your rectum."

Mrs. Dolhurstel then went to the sink and, sealing the rubber nozzle end of the attached hose to the faucet head, turned on the water to fill the enema bag. She had earlier put soap in the bag.

As the bag was filling, Mrs. Dolhurstel proceeded to examine Jack's effete body, which went limp in her hands due to learned submission. She even parted his buttocks and peered inside him, since his anus had been slightly dilated by the girls. After a few minutes of this, she looked over at the sink, where the bag was now bulging from the infilling. She then detached the bag and instructed the girls to retrieve a rope from a certain kitchen drawer. Shortly thereafter, a girl re-emerged with the requested item. Mrs. Dolhurstel withdrew two rubber srtips from her pocket, then lifted Jack up by the ankles. This done, she had the girls hold onto his legs, such that he dangled upside down as they did, while she tied the rubber strips to his ankles. One girl pulled on Jack's penis, as if to lift him thereby, while other girls (here two of them) held him up by his thighs. A fourth girl inserted three of her fingers into Jack's anus and used that as a "handle," as Jack groaned in obvious discomfort.

While the girls held Jack upside down, his head a few inches from the ground, and his arms akimbo, Mrs. Dolhurstel swung the rope over the sturdy shower beam and tied the ends of the rope to Jack's feet, each foot having one end of the rope. The rubber strips around Jack's ankles kept the rope from biting into his flesh. After hoisting Jack up, the girls were elated to see him so vulnerable. The girls still played with his penis in this position, as if it were theirs for the taking.

Mrs. Dolhurstel was not quite satisfied with this arrangement. Turning to one of the girls, she instructed her to retrieve a second rope from the same drawer. Soon the girl returned and produced the second like item. Taking the rope, Mrs. Dolhurstel instructed the girls again to hold up Jack so that she could untie one of the ends of the rope. They did so, and she did so, so that only one ankle was tied to the overhead beam, which was strong enough to hold Jack's 66 pound frame (= 30 kilograms). She then tied the other rope to Jack's other ankle, and spread Jack's legs wide apart, separating the rope ends accordingly, such that his legs were pulled apart at a 48 degree angles with respect to the beam and floor. Mrs. Dolhurstel then attached the enema bag to the same beam, at the midsection points bewteen the attached ends of the ropes. She inserted the hose end into Jack's anus, and allowed gravity to fill Jack's intestines with the soapy elixir. Then she stood back and watched her handywood with exuberance, and the girls, enthralled by this "proper" procedure for cleaning a boy, molested him with zeal, probing his vulnerable body as if it was their own property, as instructed.

Mrs. Dolhurstel instructed her son, "You must hold all of this in, and not spill a drop." Beeds of sweat began to form on Jack's brow.

While all this was happening, we return to the living room, to find our three tormented lads groaning, more from pain than pleasure, as their tormentors, feverishly masturbating the poor trio, took turns. Mrs. Huzxel (Jack's aunt Adrienne) instructed the girls to catch the boys' issue in a paper cup, following Mrs. Dolhurstels' instruction. "We wouldn't want to stain the carpet," she said, "after all, these aren't bed sheets."

As per instruction, while one girl masturbated a boy, and a second inserted her finger into the boy's anus to stimulate his prostrate, a third held cup under the glans of the circumcised penis to catch the semen. Even though most of the lingering ejaculations were "dry," there were still some residual spurts remaining. Vince's orgasm's were all dry, but for a few droplets.

Meanwhile, back in the bathroom...

Jack's muscular, small abdomen looked slightly distended from the large volume of soapy water in his intestines, as the enema bag emptied. Jack gritted his teeth and his jaw muscles tensed as he strain to hold in the liquid. Mrs. Dolhurstel withdrew the hose from his anus. Gravity helped Jack hold in the large volume of liquid, but it was obvious he would not be able to do so much longer. Mrs. Dolhurstel knew this, and decided to prolong his agony but five more minutes. She didn't want to see the girls get sprayed with fecal matter. Eventually, she lowered Jack down and allowed him to use the toilet; and even then, he was only allowed to touch his anus to wipe, never his genitals, which were no longer "his." Jack found this dehumanizing and humiliating, as the girls continued to watch him and complain about the "smell."

Jack was then told to return to the bath tub as a new set of girls entered the room to clean him, and one filmed the whole thing with a digital camera. Jack didn't think it could get worse than this, but he would soon learn otherwise.

End of part 4

Part 5

Meanwhile, back in the living area, Jack's aunt, AUNT Adrienne, while surveying the scene of boys being forced to endure multiple forced orgasms, anounced triumphantly, for everyone to hear, "This ought to teach you boys never to masturbate again."

By this time, 9 year old Vince, who at that point was being masturbated by his twin sister (Dorothy), was balling like a tormented 9 year old. Dorothy regarded his duress with scorn and japed, "Well, it serves you right, Vince. You shouldn't have Jacked off."

"No dear," admonished Aunt Adrienne, "Vince is not being...err...punished for pleasuring himself. It was Jack's pecker that is guilty of that peccadillo. Vince is guilty of repressing that urge. So we are relieving him so that he would learn that hypocrisy is also wrong."

Dorothy looked at her imperious aunt and acted as if she understood such twisted logic, saying, "Oh yes, of course!" Then turning to her molested twin, "Yeah, Vince, don't be such a damned hypo...hyp..."

"Hypocrite!" corrected Aunt Adrienne.

Dorothy: "What she said!"

Vince, too young to "understand" this foolishlness, could stand it no longer. He would speak, even if it meant further reprisals: "Well, I don't understand any of this! Damned if I do, damned if I don't"

Aunt Adrienne, sharply: "Don't say damn! It's a sin!"

At this point, the masturbated brother Mike, the 10 year old chatty sibling who over-uses the expression, "What the fuck!", broke in: "But she called him a damned hipocrite [he wasn't good at spelling]! And I understand that 'damned' in Vince's sentence just means doomed!"

Aunt Adrienne turned several shades of red, as much from embarrassment as from shame at having been correctly corrected by a boy a fraction her age. She repulsed, "Oh, so now we're a god-damned smart ass, are we?"

Mike: "No, just smart!" Mike managed this riposte despite wincing at the culminating discomfort he was feeling in his groin, from being overly masturbated anteriorly and posterially (as one girl masturbated his "shaft," and a second massaged his prostrate through fingering his anus).

Aunt Adrienne: "Oh, perhaps you wouldn't mind if I 'smarted' your ass with my ass-whip?"

Despite all his ongoing torment, Mike shot off yet another sally before his infuriated aunt: " 'Smart' is not a transitive verb. Besides, is not molesting children more of a sin than a damned 'damn' word?" Mike, with his superlative good-looks, gave added meaning to the expression, "being cute," at about that moment.

Aunt Adrienne, incensed at the boy's pertinent impertinence, redounded, "Who's molesting whom? Do you see anyone being molested?"

As if to answer, and in preparation of the same, Mike turned around him to look at all of the girls taking turns molesting him, Vince and cousin Dale, at that moment an action in progress. But before the boy could answer verbally, his aunt made the following announcement: "Girls, listen up! We have a crusader here! Little Mikey thinks he's being molested! The little ingrate doesn't know just what molesting IS."

Then turning back to her nephew Mike, she said, "Is it not molestation when you jack off that pecker of yours, I mean, ours?"

Mike, correcting her: "But it's Jack who's accused of Jacking..."

Aunt Adrenne, correcting herself: "I mean, when Jack jacks his... I mean, our pecker, on his body?"

Mike: "But why is that molest...?"

Aunt Adrienne: "Because, smarty-pants, I mean, smarty-ass [she recalled that he didn't have any pants on], it's not YOUR dick to Jack off, it's ours. It belongs to everyone BUT you. If you touched one of these girls inappropriately, THAT would be molestation, understand?"

She didn't wait for him to answer, but continued where she left off, "...because their genitalia is theirs, theirs alone, and in no circumstances yours. But 'your' junk is really ours; it belongs to everyone but you, and perhaps to other boys, we haven't decided about that one yet."

Mike and the two other boys wrinkled their foreheads in confusion, and in part out of pain at the continued molestation. Seeing, Aunt Addrienne furthered, "If genitalia were towels, the girls' would be marked 'hers' and the boys', 'hers' as well."

The boys' foreheads creased in further confusion, unable to grasp the marital reference, much less the concept, which didn't seem to have any substance anyways. Now it was her son's turn. "Why," remonstrated 12 year old Dale Huzxel, "why is..." but before he could utter another word, he was struck by his mother's disapproving countenance as she shot a stern glance his way. He knew not to cross his mother. The other two boys also picked up on this non-verbal communication and decided to quit their salvo before things became even worse for them. But it was too late. Aunt Adrienne had decided to escalate matters. As she was about to address the group of girls concerning her refractory subjects, she heard the mouse-like voice of the main culprit of this whole affair squeak his return from the bathroom. She turned to see her nephew, Jack, being led by the penis by a girl, walking towards her with his mother by his side. His mother was the first to speak after Jack "squeaked," "I'm back."

Mrs. Dolhurstel: "Girls, how many of you have smelly fingers from sticking them up the boys' assholes?"

The hands of every girl in the room, and most of the grown-ups, shot up at once.

With a wry smile, and an indescribably diabolical look on her face, Mrs. Dolhurstel announced, "Then I think it's time these other boys have THEIR insides cleaned as well."

To be continued.

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