“Hold it in,” he encouraged. “You can do it. It’s only for a few seconds.”
Sobbing despite my best attempts to keep myself from doing just that, I managed to crawl to the drain. By the time I did, I was about to lose it — in more than one way.
I barely managed to get there before I released it just in time to hear him tell me to do that. Motherfucker. If he thought I was going to wait any longer, he had another thing coming.
I couldn’t even describe how it felt if I wanted to. The relief, the horror, the humiliation, the realization that someone was watching me do this — watching me, and probably getting off on it…! All of it made up the pieces of a whole, and the entire picture was horrible.
I gave in and cried, my shoulders shaking as my ass emptied over and over again.
“Good boy, Toby,” he said again as the silence descended over us at long last. “Now… It’s time to do it again.”
“Again?” I squeaked in panicked protest. I shook myhead. No. No. This wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t deal with it again.
“You’re going to do it as many times as you have to until that water runs clear… then I’ll clean you up,” he promised me.
“You’d just leave me here like this?” I whispered in disbelief. “If I don’t do it again?”
His voice was so even that it sent chills racing through me all over again. “Yes.”
I believed him.
The next enema wasn’t any better.
So fucking help me, neither was the third.
6
Griffin
His humiliation had been beautiful to behold.
The way he squirmed and writhed and whimpered… He would be doing all of those things from pleasure before he knew it. He wouldn’t believe me if I told him that, but I knew.
He would come to prefer the pleasure over the discomfort and pain… Not that daily enemas weren’t going to be a part of our routine. He’d have to get used to the discomfort because I was enjoying seeing his misery entirely too much.
My cock was hard as a rock in my pants, and I had to adjust them a little to make myself more comfortable.
I’d thought he would give more fight about the enemas, but he’d given in without much vitriol. He deserved a little bit of a reward, which meant I wouldn’t just hose him down. I’d have to clean out the kennel, though.
I needed to give him a break, or he was going to snap. He needed kindness from my hand, which meant using the grooming tub I’d had put in just for him. I could get the water nice and warm to clean him with, dry him off, and put him back in the kennel with his blanket. I grabbed a towel.
“Such a good boy,” I praised, and this time instead of a hateful look, he just cast an exhausted one in my direction. We were definitely on the verge of taking it too far before he was ready.
This would be the first time I opened the kennel since he’d gotten there, but if there was any fight left in him, it wouldn’t last long. It wasn’t like he could get out of the basement without my help anyway.
I got the key to the cell out and inserted it into the lock, twisting it until it clicked. I grabbed the tubing and hung it over the cell bars so I could more easily clean it later. He was still there, in the middle of the room with his ass over the drain, shivering violently.
I wrapped the towel around his midsection, provoking a startled look from him, then hoisted him into my arms. He was small for a man, feminine even in the right light, and he was easy enough to carry over to the tub. He gave a half-hearted struggle but stopped trying by the time we got there.
He wanted to be clean, and that only gave me more ideas for ways to get him to bend for me. If he wanted it badly enough, he’d obey me just for the sake of a bath.
I lowered him down into the tub, pulling the towel from around him and tossing it at the foot of the stairs. It was dirty, just like he was.
I turned the water on, making sure to get it up to temperature, and I wanted to push him just a little more. I wanted to see how far I could go with him. Did I want to really risk it?
“This is a grooming tub,” I said, letting the water run over my hand. “It’s for dogs. Are you a puppy?”
The words were a trap, of course, and he’d know that.
