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again, breathing hot and heavy across his back, enjoying violating his ass.
    “ Evan—”
    “ Hush.” His finger popped out, and before Jamie had a chance to sigh with relief, or tense up again, something harder, colder, and plastic slid inside him. The finger felt much better. Less alien.
    He endured it for a few seconds but couldn’t get used to it. “This is awful! Evan, I can’t—take it out!” But it was too late. The water had already invaded his breached fortress, foreign and unwanted. He groaned—mostly in abject misery. Evan’s chest rested against his back, providing a cloak of blessed warmth as he leaned over him and began caressing his distended abdomen, round and round, circling counterclockwise, moving in a hypnotic rhythm. The hand felt nice; everything else below that hand—not. “How could anyone like this?” he asked, confused and resentful. “It’s awful. And fucking embarrassing.”
    “ It’s all about control. The giving and taking of it.”
    Control? “I don’t get it.” Jamie wanted to keep Evan talking, anything to take his mind off the weird and confusing sensations: the thing he knew was in his ass but wasn’t bugging him exactly; the water—the idea of the water going up there—the cramps and worse, that peculiar fullness increasingly getting…fuller. Horrible.
    “ Some people get enemas solely for the physical sensations—there’s a kind of euphoria you get from it that’s like nothing else you’ll ever experience. You’ll feel it afterward, that peaceful emptiness. At least I hope you will. Lots of people like it. So much so that some even get addicted to it.” Round and round went the soothing fingers. “And sometimes people just like being clean. Inside.”
    “ Ugh! Do not tell me more.”
    Evan laughed softly. “Not just for anal sex—and you say I have a dirty mind—although there is that aspect, yeah. It can also make you more sensitive, more receptive to pleasure. And some people respond to having an enema forced on them, as punishment, or just as part of a power play between a dominant and his submissive. There are people with a powerful desire, the need to obey—to hold until told. It can be a powerful exchange.”
    The fullness, the achy pressure, increased as Evan told him tales of nasty things. The water stretched him inside and…and…. Jamie shuddered again. He couldn’t describe how it felt—fucking peculiar. When’s it going to be over? How much water can possibly fit inside? Surely there was enough up there by now? “Evan—”
    “ Not yet.”
    Trying to ease his sore guts, he wriggled. Evan usually did know best, the prick…but this? Trying to ignore his body and its painful protests, he focused on what Evan had said, worked away at the puzzle of a concept he simply didn’t get. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard of this stuff. Hadn’t wondered. “What part do you like?”
    “ What do you mean?” Evan sounded a little breathless. Because, kinky shit he was, he liked this.
    “ What’s your kink?” What isn’t your kink?
    The hand on his belly kept stroking in silence. Maybe Evan didn’t plan on answering? But then he did. “I guess I just like…being in charge. Calling the shots.” He chuckled. “Having my way.”
    “ Don’t you always?”
    “ Almost never, actually. And that’s the thrill of it. I like being in command of someone else’s pleasure. I get off on it. I want them to be mine.”
    The fullness was driving him crazy—wasn’t it enough yet? Talking to the evil mastermind of sexual deviation sort of helped to take his mind off everything. Yeah. Sort of. “You like…boys?”
    “ Men . I like men.” Evan began rubbing his back in concert with his belly. It kept him grounded, able to accept the relentless surge threatening to overwhelm him. “I just like them young. Pretty. Smooth.” Evan tickled him behind the ear. “Alive.”
    “ As opposed to them dead ones?” he gasped as a vicious cramp bit his