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themselves pushed away.
    “No, not yet. Take off your robe. It’s time for your enema.” I was trembling, on the edge from his fingers brushing against me as he had undressed me, afraid that if he touched
my breasts I would come. I knew that by allowing my anticipation to build, my orgasm would be much stronger.
    As he dropped his robe, it was evident he was very excited. His cock stood out from his body, rigid, oozing pre-come and pulsing so hard I could see it from a few feet away. Shuddering in
delight, I motioned for him to get into position and reached for the lube. His head was resting on his arms, his tight round ass sticking up, his legs spread allowing me access to his cock and
balls should I desire it.
    The lube was cool as I squirted some onto my fingers, then I reached over and began to insert it into his twitching asshole. Parting his ass cheeks with my left hand, it dawned on me that he had
shaved his cock, ass and balls for me. His usually furry skin was as smooth as glass. My nipples tightened at the thought of his cock and balls being lathered in shaving cream.
    I slid my finger into his ass in one smooth fluid motion, feeling his ass tighten at first and then begin to relax for me. Grinning knowingly, I decided to torment him for a while. I took my
time sliding my finger in and out, lubing his rosebud, watching it wink. Just by listening to his moans and feeling him squirm, I knew he was getting impatient.
    Finally, I reached for the tube and slid the fat nozzle inside his ass. I turned on the flow, gently at first to give his body a chance to adjust. After he had taken a quarter of the bag, I
opened the clamp all the way. When the water started flowing faster, I listened to him grunt as the cramps started, knowing he could take the full two quarts without my stopping the flow.
    “Don’t be a baby, you can take this! Did you already clean yourself out for me today?” I asked reaching over and lifting the bag off the hook.
    “Yes, twice already, though I knew you would only do it again,” he grunted.
    “Fine, then I am only going to give you this one.” I lifted the bag higher so that the last two pints rushed in, grinning wickedly when he groaned and tensed up.
    “Oh God, take it easy!” he groaned, pleading with me, but I just smiled.
    “Easy? This is easy! If you complain, I’ll refill the bag and you can take that too. Do you want me to add more water to the bag?” His pained moans were making me hotter, even
as I knew my refusal to be merciful was making him hotter as well. I reached out and began to stroke his ass and thighs.
    “I need to use the John now ,” he insisted but I just stroked his ass and thighs telling him to behave and hold it for me. He was squirming now, his round ass twitching as he
tried to find a comfortable position. Watching him twitch was almost too much for me and I reached between his spread legs to take his cock in my hands. Tormenting him was heaven, I reflected, then
I began to jack him off, smiling as I felt his uncomfortable twitching ease and his cock harden still more. After a few minutes of teasing him, I was dying to try getting my hand up his asshole.
Hastily removing the nozzle, I sent him to the bathroom.
    While he was in the bathroom, I flipped through the magazine. My eyes widened in renewed disbelief at the pictures, my stomach fluttering at the thought of doing the same to him. Was my whole
hand really going to fit inside his asshole? I still found it hard to believe but I was more than ready to try.
    I jumped as the bathroom door opened and he came out, his entire attitude suddenly extremely submissive. The intensity of his submissiveness was frightening because it was usually I who was
submissive to him. Wondering at this change in him, I stared at him for a few moments before realizing he was nervous.
    Finally, he broke the silence. “I never realized how large your hands looked until now.” He chuckled nervously as he continued,