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No. No, I won t. No. Oh, look at that prick jerk. Impressive.
He shook his head. You don t have to. I ll do it. Not to worry, my dear, you don t have
to do anything at all. I will take care of everything. He let his cloth slide once more along the
little wrinkled hole and then continued to wash Dent, cloth sliding over the muscled legs,
stroking the insides of Dent s thighs. One thing at a time, and this would always be the first
thing.
Stop it. Let me go. I don t want this. Mm-hmm. Not at all. Use your safeword then,
lovely man.
You really are almost perfectly formed, he told Dent. Such a lovely specimen. Not
entirely perfect, of course, but then that would be boring. He rinsed out his cloth and began to
wipe away the soap. Enema and sound today, my dear? he asked, laughing softly with
anticipation. Seeing Dent filled both in front and behind would perhaps be perfect. Lutrell s prick
was quite swollen, his balls beginning to ache; he worked at keeping his moan silent.
No. No. I don t & Dent shook his head. I can t. Let me up. What do you need for me
to give you to get you to untie me?
Just a few hours, my dear. He smiled up at Dent as he used a soft towel to dry Dent s
skin.
He grabbed the bottle of alcohol and soaked another cloth with it, quickly and efficiently
wiping Dent down. There. He laughed and clapped his hands together. All clean. All ready.
Time for us to begin!
Dent shivered, shook, nipples hard as little rocks.
Have you ever had an enema before? Lutrell asked as he went to double-check the
temperature. Oh, good, warm enough. Not that he d thought Dent was cold, oh no, those shivers
had nothing to do with the temperature.
Let me go. The fighting started again, Dent s voice loud.
Lutrell wondered if that was a yes or a no. All in good time, Dent. You aren t a prisoner,
after all. He giggled again, excitement bubbling through him.
He chose the clear, thin plastic tubing. It would take longer to fill Dent with it, but it
would feel less invasive as well. They would work the beautiful man up in size, both with this
and with the sounds.
Let me up, you crazed madman! Dent s eyes were fastened on the tubing, cock full and
dark.
He cackled, wondering how many names Dent would come up with before the session
was over. He put on his surgical gloves and lubed his fingers up, along with the tubing, making
sure Dent could see what he was doing.
Dent shuddered, shaking for him, the scent of need strong.
Lutrell sublimated his moan into more laughter, the sounds escaping him, keeping him
from rubbing off against Dent. There would be time enough later for his own pleasure. He slid a
finger against Dent s hole, the heat delicious, the way it spasmed a delight. I ll open you a little
first. Not a lot, it was the liquid that would do the opening, the stretching.
Dent arched, tried to pull away from him, heels thrumming on the table.
There s nowhere to go, my dear, and relaxing will make this easier on you. Of course,
the fight Dent was having with himself was magnificent, and easy was not nearly as
rewarding.
I m going to make you sorry you did this &
Mmm. Tight, almost virginal. Maybe truly virginal. He laughed, delighted by this fact
more than he could say. I make it a rule not to have regrets.
He pushed his finger in, forcing it past the tight ring of muscles until it was in to the first
knuckle. He wriggled it slowly. Oh, once Dent was clean, he was going to taste this virginal hole.
Dent stilled, eyes closed, body moving around his finger, trying to push him out.
If you do that with the tubing, you ll make a huge mess. He giggled, waving the tubing
and the enema bag full of warm water and a mild antibiotic.
The motions stopped. Why are you doing this to me?
Because it s what you need. It was as simple as that. And as complicated.
Dent shook his head, tugging hard, denying what Lutrell knew was truth. Such a struggle.
Dent was making it so hard on himself, denying his needs, denying what his body needed.
Lutrell blamed a lifetime of conditioning. Who knew what nonsense Dent had been taught was
manly?
He slid his finger in and out of Dent s hole, pushing a tiny bit farther each time until it
was going in as far as his second knuckle. Dent s body knew what he needed, his hips beginning
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