“I know you have other needs,” I finally told him. I had to take care of him, at least. “You aren’t going to want to admit you’re hungry or that you have to take a shit.”
He cringed at my bluntness, and it was a near thing on my end to keep from flinching, too. I wasn’t usually this crass, but then, I’d never kidnapped anyone and held them hostage, either.
“But you’re not going to like the alternatives,” I informed him. I paused, canted my head to the side, then admitted, “You aren’t going to like any of the options, though.”
Was this too much, too fast? Was I going to break him before he even had the chance to turn into what I wanted him to be?
“You are such a sick fuck,” he snarled. “I’m not into scat. You’re gonna take me to a fucking bathroom, because I’m not going to dothatdown here.”
“No,” I said.
He must’ve seen something in my eyes he didn’t like, cold and immovable, because he edged back more. His back pressed against the concrete wall.
“But we still have to clean you out.”
“Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ, this isn’t happening,” he muttered, closing his eyes and burying his face in the blanket. “I’m going to close my eyes, and I’m going to wake up in my own bed. Alone. Without you here. It’s going to be a really crappy nightmare, but I’m gonna go fuck my girlfriend and forget all about it.”
I waited.
He opened his eyes.
“You’re still there,” he bemoaned.
I snorted. Had he really thought that would work?
“We’ll tackle two things at once,” I told him. “Your behavior will determine what you get to eat. If you’re good, you’ll get a nice meal. If you give me trouble and I have to chain you down… not so much.”
He didn’t like where this was going. I could tell that much.
He was right to worry. I went to one of the cabinets I’d installed along the wall and opened it, searching for the sterile enema kit I’d bought.
He didn’t seem to understand what it was at first. But when I started putting it together, he gave me this dumbfounded, deer-in-headlights look.
I used the hose to fill the bag, and I attached the screw onto the end, making sure the clip keeping the water in place was firmly attached. The hook on the filled bag would be easy enough to hang on one of the cell bars, ominous and a warning he couldn’t ignore.
“What the fuck is that?”
I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or pleased that he didn’t seem to know what it was. I’d definitely be his first experience here — the first of so many things.
“This,” I told him, working the nozzle onto the end of the hose, “is called an enema kit.”
His face drained of color. “No. Oh, no.Fuckno.”
I smiled grimly at him. “Would you rather have an accident? I’d have to squirt you and your blanket and bedding down with water to make sure you’re nice and clean.”
“I don’t have to go that bad, dude,” he told me, shaking his head furiously. “Nope.”
“So you’re refusing?” I asked him, the words formal enough to be ominous, like I was asking him to sign his own death warrant.
He hesitated, staring at me.
“Enemas aren’t pretty,” I told him. “Especially not the first. You’ll be humiliated,” and my cock loved that idea with a passion. “But it would be controlled. It would all go down the drain instead of…” I gestured over the cell. “Somewhere in there. Probably the corner. If you were a dog, you’d get your nose rubbed in it, even, but…” I gave him a brittle smile. “I’m not into scat either.”
He’d still have to be the one sitting down there, smelling it, knowing he’d shamefully had to defecate in the corner. He would hate me for it, but he’d remember that I’d offered him a way out. It wasn’t much better, but it would still allow him some dignity.
Some.
I could see it in his expression, the way he paled and he realized how limited his options were.
