Mizuyuki's Point Of View
For a moment Mizuyuki thought his brain gave up on processing. Everything was coming into understanding and focus too slowly to formulate proper thoughts.
When we talked about enemas earlier, I assumed I would do it myself.
'Now here this guy is, essentially telling me he's gonna watch me take a shit? And he's completely serious! He basically looks like he's thoroughly looking forward to it!'
While I stood there in blatant shock, he stared at me in expecting silence.
'I don't think I can do this. It's so fucking embarrassing I could die! Ugh but that look in his eyes, he looks like he would really enjoy it. Why though? What a frikkin pervert!'
Taking a deep slow breath, and then slowly exhaling it, I ran my hands through my long bangs, brushing them out of my face. Then I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. It's not like there was another option. It was a hard point underlined in the contract that I had nonchalantly put a check mark by without a second thought.
I draped my shirt over the edge of the tub behind me, shortly followed by my pants and boxers. All that remained were the gray tank I wore as an under shirt, and a pair of black ankle socks. I took off my socks, the cold tile filling me from the bottom up with its chill. I tightly gripped the hem of the tank I was wearing, pulling it down over my naked lower half. It was my last line of defense.
I looked up at the Perverted Sadist, hoping he would say it was a joke and that I could do it myself, but all that greeted me was a horny, taunting smirk.
With no other choice I lifted the hem over my head and placed it atop my other clothes.
"Fuck."
I heard a muttered curse, not wanting to turn around and see the face he was making, I busied myself with neatly placing my clothes in a partially folded stack on a counter beside the tub. I heard a chain clink and instinctually turned around to see what it was.
Only to witness Stephen walking towards me with a larger version of the leather cuffs he had shown me earlier. The one glaring difference was that this copycat had extra features. Something that clearly resembled a collar.
Stephen stopped a short distance before the drain in the center of the room.
"Come here." His deep heady voice echoing through my body and the room.
I slowly made my way over to him, making a point to step around the drain and not over the dark imposing hole.
'Living in New York, I think my fear of drains is justified.'
I stopped just about an arms length away from him. His threatening aura more palpable up close.
"Put out your wrists."
I slowly did as he asked. Feeling the soft warm leather tighten around his wrists, and the heavy length of chain between them, I inadvertently took a deep breath.
"Lift your head."
Raising my head slowly I glanced at his crotch, only to audibly gulp in surprise. Both the gulp, and the deep breath, getting caught in my throat.
'He cannot be serious! It's freakin massive, even when confined!'
Slowly, I raised my head feeling my entire body heat up. The blood rushing to my face, neck, and shoulders in rapid succession.
"See something that you like?" Stephen said, licking his lower lip. My eyes could do nothing but follow his tongue, until it slid back into his mouth. Then, I felt his hand on my chin, raising my eyes to meet his.
"You don't have to answer. It's written all over your face. Try not to play with my patience too much. I'm holding myself back for the first time in my life."
I swallowed dryly at the lustful intention behind those words. I felt the collar tighten comfortably around my neck. It was soft, and didn't restrict air flow very much. I could still swallow comfortably and move my head without discomfort.
"Good boy. You're being exceptionally more docile than I gave you credit for." Stephen said, running a hand through my hair, while rubbing my jawline with his other hand.
For some reason, his praise felt better to me than any caress given. Stephen then took out a remote from his back pocket, and held down an arrow pointing downward. A slow groaning hum could be heard, right before the sounds of chains clinking above me.
Glancing up I stood transfixed, watching a hook with many different types of chains connected to a wooden slate, descend towards me.
It stopped just at eye level, the longest chains reaching my midsection. He pulled a chain and linked my right cuff to a loop on the collar. Doing the same with a second chain and my left cuff. He linked a final chain from the wooden board to the chain connecting my cuffs together. The deep realization that I was completely immobile save my feet, weighed heavily on me.
Then, Stephen disappeared from sight and I heard a rustling behind me and more chains.
'Just how much is he going to tie me up?'
My body began to tremble. Whether it was due to the cold, the fear, or the curious anticipation I couldn't tell. For all I knew, it could be all three.
"Ah!"
Just then, I felt a sudden warm grasp around my ankle, making me yelp softly in surprise. When a low groan pierced my ears, my trembling intensified.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm just cuffing your ankles too. Okay?" He asked, rubbing the incepts of my ankles as if to reassure me.
"Yes." I replied breathlessly.
He then made quick work securing my ankles to the metal loops welded into the floor. Then he came to stand in front of me.
"Black leather looks so appealing on your soft pale skin. It suits you very well. You're so mouth-watering." He said, while pushing my bangs from my face.
'What the hell do you even say back to that? "Uh, thanks... you too?" Kill me now...'
Then he walked towards a cart, that was between the tub and the shower heads, he wheeled it over towards me, stopping right before my hips.
"So... given that this is your first time, I have prepared an assortment of enemas for you to choose from. As I mentioned before, even if it doesn't feel that way, I care about your comfortability. The enemas to choose from have an aphrodisiac effect to them. Ranging from mild, medium, and extreme. I will let you choose which one to use."
To be honest being a virgin to everything, had its drawbacks. I wish I knew more about all of this to make an informed decision, but I didn't and time wasn't on my side. Plus I had no way of knowing how a mild dose would affect my body, not to mention the extreme one.
"The...m-mild one. P-Please." I choked out, nervously.
"Hmmm..."
Stephen then opened the top drawer and took out a pack that looked similar to an IV bag from a hospital, a long plastic tube, and a slender cone shaped plastic tube. He hung the pack on the same wooden board my cuffs were connected to. He pierced the mouth of the pack with one end of the plastic tube, then attached the cone to the other end of the tube.
He then disappeared from my view again, this time placing a warm hand on the small of my back.
"Bend over." He demanded, while also gently pushing on my back. I lowered my chest towards the ground my head resting on my left bicep.
"Good." He said, firmly groping my ass in the process. "Take a slow, deep breath."
As I did what he commanded, I felt something slimy being inserted slowly and deeply inside my ass. Once the hard plastic tip was completely inside, it was quickly followed by a probing finger that was much thicker than the tube.
"Ugh..."
It all felt gross and uncomfortable. He probed around inside me for a bit longer, before coming back around to face me. All the while wiping his hands on a damp towel. Then, he turned a valve between the tube and the pack, and I could see the liquid drain at a slightly threatening pace.
Stephen placed the towel on the cart, all the while never breaking eye contact with me. Since I was still in a bent position I had to strain to look up at him. That is, until he dropped down to his knees in front of me.
The sudden movement made me flinch. With him in this position I couldn't see anything but him and his massive erection straining against his slacks. I could do nothing but swallow.
Then, giving me the most sadistically lustful gaze I had ever seen in my life, he took my cock in his hand and stroked it in one fluid motion.
"Ah... Uhm.."
I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back my moans that echoed in the spacious room. A redundant action in hindsight, since he then took me into his mouth with no hesitation.
"Ah! Ugh...Mm.."
The feeling inside his wet and extremely hot mouth was indescribable. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight my vision flickered, even behind my eyelids.
It was in that moment my body heated up to a suffocating degree. There was a deep seated itch growing, that demanded to be scratched deep inside me, and my dick grew uncomfortably hard inside his mouth. With the next down stroke of his mouth on my dick, I could do nothing but throw my head back as my body was racked with unimaginable pleasure.
"Ah! W-Wait, please. Uh! S-Stop, it f-feels weird!" I gasped out, my vision flickering in random spots.
There was no reply, only intense thrusting while he took me to the hilt repeatedly, in quick succession.
Then, there was a gurgle from deep inside my stomach, and I was beginning to feel increasingly full. Glancing up at the pack, I noticed it was already almost empty.
"Don't spill a single drop." Stephen groaned around my cock still in his mouth.
Making my body tremble even more violently than before. Then without another word he slid a finger deep inside me again. This time churning the contents around on purpose. When he added a second finger I finally understood what he meant about, 'not spilling'.
"N-No, please w-wait. D-Dont move... Ugh!... Around i-inside me l-like that. Ah! Please... I-It's gonna spill o-out."
My plea's fell on deaf ears. The pleasure mounting from him grinding my dick in the back of his throat, and his fingers filling me more than the enema, I was quickly approaching my limit.
"Ah! Fuck! Ugh..." I groaned loudly.
In the next instance everything stopped. The enema completely drained. Stephen's mouth moving on my dick, and his fingers moving inside me. Everything stopped. Then there was a deep heady growl coming from underneath me. I looked down and locked eyes with the man responsible, only to be met with narrowed animalistic eyes.
"Ah!"
His grip tighten around my throbbing dick, on the brink of release.
"Mizu... did you just try to cum without my permission?" He asked, eyes glimmering with pure animalistic arousal.
'To be honest, something must be wrong with me. Had he not had my dick in a vice grip, I would have surely ejaculated the moment he growled my name like that.'
I didn't know what he expected me to say in this moment, so I just opted for the truth.
"Um... yes?"
Flashing me an evil grin, he abruptly stood. He opened the second drawer and removed something I couldn't see very well. Then he pushed the cart back against the wall. Then, he extracted the enema tube from my body and the pack from the hook, throwing it away in the wastebasket in a corner.
He walked through the doors to the 'Playroom' he mentioned earlier. A moment later, he came back with a folding chair that clanged loudly against the tiled wall and floor. He was then suddenly right in front of me, smiling that same devilish grin. His aura all but daunting, and permeating the air around him.
"I think you should learn a little more about patience, Mizu." He said with a dark chuckle that echoed loudly throughout the room.