With a choked sob I couldn’t hold back, I brought it around to my ass, wincing as the thin nozzle slid in. It was easier than I’d thought it would be, but that was probably the only part of this that would be easy.
“Good boy,” he said.
He could take his “good boy” and shove it up his ass.
There was something soothing about his voice, though, something I couldn’t help but cling to in that moment. It made me want to cry all over again, because it almost sounded like kindness.
I knew better than to think that was what it was.
“Such a good boy,” he repeated.
I gritted my teeth to keep from snapping at him.
“Now, I’m going to start the water,” he said.
I went still. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want that at all.
“Please don’t,” I whispered.
That time, he heard me. “It’s this or the corner,” he said, like I really needed a reminder.
I’d already committed to this, even if I didn’t want to admit that at all. I swallowed hard and shook my head, bracing myself.
It didn’t matter how much I fucking braced myself. Thesecond the cool water started to rush inside of me, propelled by gravity, I let out a choked sound. I didn’t know what I’d been expecting, but this wasn’t it.
I’d thought it would be more bearable, too, not that I’d already be begging for it to stop. But the first cramp left me gasping in pain. How did people do this? My body cramped again as the water continued, relentless.
“Good boy,” the man kept saying, like that was going to make a goddamn difference.
I sobbed, and somewhere around the third or fourth cramp, I could feel it where my ass tried to push the nozzle out. A little bit of water drizzled down to my thigh, adding to my disgust.
To my shame.
I reached around, holding it in place even as I cried and begged for him to stop.
He didn’t, not until he told me, “There we go. Now you just need to stay there for a few minutes before I let you release the water.”
I shot a look at him, my eyes red and my cheeks tearstained, in utter horror. I had tostaylike this? I couldn’t handle it for another second, let alone for a few minutes.
“We’re already going to have to do this again,” he told me, his voice some mock-soothing thing, like he thought the gentleness would really do anything but piss me off.
“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t—”
“You can,” he told me. “For your master. And you will.”
“You aren’t my—”
“Hush,” he said firmly.
Time passed in an endless haze of cramps, of the cold water in my bowels, of my stomach bloated and distended.It rose until it consumed me, everything, every fiber of my being..
Finally, he told me, “Take out the nozzle, then you can crawl to the drain and let it out.”
I closed my eyes, miserable and unable to even think up a retort. He wanted me to take it out, then move, then…
“You can do it, Toby,” he said, and I could hear the fucked-up softness in his voice.
The snarled “fuck you” that was about to pass my lips was choked back when a fresh wave of pain swept over me, and all I could think about was letting it all go. I removed the nozzle-plug-thing from my ass, and instantly, more water was spilling from me.
