Nothing — not even fisting — rivals the ultimate degradation, the impossible submission, the zenith of anal humiliation of letting another man give you an enema.
You’ve lost all control. How far will he shove the hose up your ass? What temperature will the water be? How much water will he make you take? How long will he force you to hold it in? What if you can’t hold it in that long?
And then the most awful moment: You still have another minute to go, but suddenly your asslips start quivering uncontrollably, you realize you’re moving your ass in wide circles, your brain tells you to arch your back and stick your ass up to let gravity help.
But it’s only delaying the inevitable. When the first trickle of water drips from your undulating asslips you emit a surprisingly loud gasp. You turn around to see if he noticed. He did. But he’s grinning, looking you straight in the eye, before making sure you watch his eyes travel back to your straining, wet asshole.
"Don’t you dare let go before time’s up, pussyboy!" he laughs. You both know it’s all over, but you’re determined to hold out as long as possible.
You start bucking and rocking, doing anything to try to retain control of your twitching, weakening anus. A small spurt shoots out, and you realize your embarrassingly small penis just peed a little, too.
"DON’T DO IT!" he yells, then smacks your asshole as hard as he can.
You cry out at the painful surprise, and reflexively lose all rectal control. As you spray like a cat, you hear him laugh as he unbuckles his belt.
"Bad boy! I’m going to give you an over-the-knee spanking, then I’m going to give you another enema. And another. And another. We’re going to do this all day, until you can hold it in as long as I say!"