Little Fantasies: A Little Kinky

A fun challenge on The Den led to this.   There is use of the naughty thermometer so if that's not your thing you might want to skip this one.



Little Fantasies: A Little Kinky
Characters: Alex/Julien


I never thought I was kinky.  I mean, yeah, I'm a gay man who likes spankings, but that's not really a kink.  Spankings are everywhere, and well, spankings are fun.  For the most part.  Alex, my partner, has given me a real spanking a couple of times.  At the time they hurt, and not the pain for pleasure kind of hurt.  But still I don't think of that as kinky.

We do use the naughty thermometer when I'm sick.  Sometimes Alex uses it on me even when I'm not sick.  There's this delicious thrill of someone taking care of me through dominance that I just crave.

OK.  Maybe I am a little kinky.

I like ass play, so maybe that's my kink.  A lot of people like that-men and women, so it's not a crazy kink.  Sometimes, ass play can be dominant care-taking too.  Let me explain it to you.

Flu season started off with a vengeance a few weeks back and as I work for a company that installs special software in schools, I was exposed to the little demon bug.   It started with my muscles and joints aching.  The flu progressed to a cough and a fever.  But it was the start of school and I wasn't paying much attention to my body.  I had a ton of schools to get set up.

Now, Alex does pay a lot of attention to my body.  For that I'm very thankful!  We've a pretty healthy sex life and our kinks, for lack of a better word, mesh.  Alex likes ass play and he likes my ass in particular.  Once he learned about my desire for spankings and dominance, he took to it like a fish to water.

About the third day of my aches and cough, I'd woken up with his finger in the place the sun doesn't shine.

"Damn, you're hot, baby," Alex said.

"Mmmfph." Was my reply.  I'm not much of a morning person and as bad as I was feeling, I wasn't at my most articulate.

Alex pulled his finger out, patted my butt gently, and said, "Wait right here.  I'm going to get the thermometer.  I think it's more than just your usual sexy hotness."

Being the good partner I am, I stayed in bed and waited for him.  Feeling like death warmed over and having absolutely no energy at all might have been a factor in obeying him too.  But that's neither here nor there.

I soon felt cold air on my backside as Alex pulled back the covers, lowered my boxers, and then gently, firmly, inserted the thermometer.

Now I have to tell you all that playing with the thermometer when you are healthy and in the right frame of mind is fun.  It's sexy.  But when you are sick-its almost intrusive.  A good intrusive but still intrusive.

I squirmed a little as the small glass rod slid in and then froze when Alex gave my hip a slap.

"Stay still.  Let it get a good reading," he commanded me.

I laid still, but my stomach started to feel queasy.  That's not too unusual.  My stomach has a mind of its own and often is the messenger for all my emotions.  It tingles when I'm aroused; clenches when I'm afraid; drops when I'm startled.  Sometimes its hard to figure out just what it is I am feeling when my stomach does all three at once.  And sometimes I mistake those feelings as nausea.

As soon as he pulled out the rod, my stomach made its intentions clear.  I jumped from the bed and made it to the bathroom just in time.  I think I threw up everything I'd eaten in the last week.   When it was just dry heaves, I laid my head on the cool porcelain seat.

"I called us both in.  You've a fever of 103.2 and I think you've got that flu bug that's been going around," Alex said from the doorway.

I answered by dry heaving some more.  When I was finally finished, Alex helped me to bed.   Once I was all settled, Alex gave me some Tylenol and water to help bring my fever down.  But all it did was bring up everything I'd eaten the week before.

"See what you did!" I groaned out.  "You can't give someone medicine when they are throwing up!  You did that on purpose.  You just don't want me to stay in bed."  Yes, I'm an angel when I'm sick.  I'm so rational and reasonable.

Alex helped me up and put toothpaste on my toothbrush.  After scouring out the vile taste in my mouth, I all but crawled back to bed.

Pulling the covers up over my head, I mumbled out, "Leave me to die in peace!"

Then when I heard the door shut, I cried a little.  I know real men aren't suppose to cry, but I was dying and my loving partner had just left me!  Yes, yes, I know I told him to, but people on their death beds often say things they don't always mean.  Finally after a few manly sniffles, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke a little later to Alex shaking me gently.

"Julien, come on, baby, I need you to turn over for me," Alex said.

I amazed myself with my articulation skills as I said, "Mmmfphm."

"Come on.  Let me get this in you."

I let Alex manipulate my body, turning me onto my stomach.  I might have let out a little whine as he pulled the blankets down, but it was a little whine.   Then I felt something....odd at the entrance to my body.

It was slick, bullet shaped, and Alex inserted it with his finger.  And he left his finger inside me, keeping the little bullet inside me.  My body tried to expel the foreign object, but Alex's finger kept it in place.

"What?"  Astonishing I was able to complete a full sentence.

"Its a suppository.  You can't take anything orally while you are vomiting but you need to get this fever down."

A suppository?  I didn't even know they still made those things!  I thought those went out with our great grandparents.  I'd never had one before.

"Finger out." Again I marveled at my ability to talk in full paragraphs as sick as I was.

"No.  Not until it's dissolved fully or you'll just push it out."

As I laid there with a medical bullet and his finger up my ass, I didn't know whether I liked this or not.  This is that dominant care-taking I'd told you about earlier.  You're sick, you're dying, and here someone you love is taking care of you.  By gentle force.  And there goes my stomach: tingling, clenching, tightening, dropping, doing a square dance and the Macarena.  But I was too sick to really enjoy it.

After a few minutes all I felt was his finger and then I felt it slip out of me.  Alex kissed me softly on my head and said, "go back to sleep.  Let the medicine work."

Being the good, obeying partner I am, I fell asleep right away.

I woke a couple hours later when Alex came back in.

"How're you feeling?"

"Mmmok," I said as I took stock of my body.  I was damp and icky and my muscles still hurt but not as much as they had earlier.

"You've been asleep for about four hours.  I'm going to check your temperature again."

I rolled over and Alex slid the rod in again.

"Its down to 101, but I'm sure the suppository is starting to wear off.  I'm going to give you another."

My mind thought it was a good idea, but my cheeks clenched together.  How can things be arousing and scary at the same time?  I have no idea but that's how I felt about the suppositories.  But my cheeks relaxed when Alex gave them a sharp swat.

"I don't want to force it into you, but I will if you don't give me any other choice," Alex said.

Hmmm, now there's a thought.  But maybe something to think about when I'm not dying of the flu.  So I relaxed and felt him push the little bullet inside me again.  Like before, Alex kept my body from pushing it back out by leaving his finger inside me.  And like before, once the bullet had melted, he gently pulled his finger out.  I was asleep before he left the room.

For a couple of days, this was our routine, then I started to feel better.  The flu bug had run its course.

"How did you know about suppositories?" I asked Alex on about the fourth day.  We were cuddled up on the couch watching the sci-fi channel.

"Those spanking sites you kept leaving up by accident," Alex answered.  "A couple of the stories talked about rectal thermometers and suppositories.  I never thought we'd use the suppositories but when you couldn't keep the Tylenol down, I remember them."

"I can't believe pharmacies still carry those things!"

Laughing Alex said, "I asked the pharmacist for them. You wouldn't believe how many medicines come in suppository form."

I just looked at him.  Did I want to use them all the time?  Did he?  Did we want to use them in play?

And that's where I'm at now.  Its been several weeks since I've had that flu and in that time I've conquered my fear of talking with Alex about things.  Things like dominant care-taking, gently forcing care-taking.  Is that kinky?  I don't know.  But right now, Alex has a certain look on his face and a jar of suppositories in his hand, so I'll leave each of you to decide if that's kinky or not.

The End.