Summer Enema
I put the long nozzle in my mouth and suck on it to release some slobber. Niko is sprawled on the wide armchair, his ass up and and propped on one of the cushions. He's looking out the window at the crowd rolling over the boardwalk. 'Looks like a nice place.'
'It is very nice,' I slide the 8-hole nozzle deep inside his asshole, hang the enema bag on the coat hanger, and open the valve to release a steady stream of water into Niko's back end. It's nice the AirBnB has a free-standing hanger, solved us a problem.
'750ml of salty water is heading your way, how are you feeling?'
'I don't feel much of anything.'
'Want some sugar-free candy?'
Niko looks back at me, unsure if I'm serious. 'That might be too much...'
It might be, I have no idea. We haven't done this before. 'Have a handful,' I throw him a bag of colourful jellies and he obediently picks up a few, starts chewing.
I grab my backpack and pull out two bundles, a pair of sweatpants and a pair of knee length shorts, both pristine white, thin cotton, perfect for summer. String ties, quick release. 'These are your outfit choices, which one do you like?'
Niko contemplates the options like a judge in a fashion reality show. 'Shorts,' he says. 'You're strangely nice today.'
'Good choice. And I'm always nice so don't know what you mean.' The truth is I don't care. 'But if you don't behave out there, you're getting punished.'
'How?' Niko giggles.
'I don't know yet, maybe I'll lock you out for the night. We have one key. Eat more jellies.'
The progress is slow and I can't help checking the water level on the bag every minute. I'm tempted to rip out the nozzle out of his ass and fuck him into a puddle but this would spoil the whole evening. At least Niko is happily munching on the jellies, he must have forgotten he's dealing with Satan's own confectionery.
The sun is low and the music is blaring outside when the enema bag is finally empty. Niko is moving slowly with a pensive look as he puts on the shorts and a white t-shirt.
'All OK?' I ask.
'I think so.'
Maybe it wasn't enough. But how can it not be enough? Between the enema and the jellies it should be 5 minutes before a Chernobyl level disaster.
'Remember. No running, if I stop you stop, don't leave me behind. One lap around the block and we see how it goes.' Niko nods and we leave the apartment.
The stairs prove to be the first hurdle. One flight down and Niko is hanging on the banister trying to decide which leg to use next. I'm not sure if I should push him down or wait. If this ends right here, we risk a very low guest rating. Also, wouldn't be much fun. But after a minute, Niko pulls himself together and makes it down to the front door. I send him out into the setting sun with a thump on the back.
The boardwalk is full of people. At least three different buskers are vying for attention creating a musical chaos nobody can possibly enjoy. The mega cluster of bars is looming to the left and I point Niko in that direction.
I let him get ahead to watch his ass and gait. He's doing fine, nothing looks out of the ordinary, slight tightness in his butt but that's to be expected. I lose him for a moment in an outflow of people leaving a burger joint and have to catch up but I didn't miss anything.
We stop at a few restaurants to have a pretend look at the menus, I'm pretty sure Niko is not interested in dinner. Then we reach the street lights to cross into the square. These light take forever to change and Niko starts looking distracted.
Across the street we get on a foot bridge and Niko stops suddenly mid-step. I keep going since he's supposed to keep up but Niko is lagging behind. So I turn back. He's hugging a lamp post, staring into the distance with unseeing eyes, his hand grabbing the waistband of his white shorts.
'Cassian, I think we need to go back.'
'Go back?' I laugh. 'This wasn't the deal. We go all the way to that breakfast place then around. Now scoot.'
I grab his arm and he slinks away, losing some height in the process. 'Don't touch!'
Oh, I'm going to touch him, eventually. But for now, I let him make his own move. Niko peels himself off the post and starts walking but now he's not bending his knees. I pull out my phone and start recording. He is moving like an alien wearing a dude's skin. His ass is so tight it looks like he's making diamonds in there.
'You shouldn't have had so many jellies,' I express some constructive criticism but it's lost on Niko. We almost make it to the end of the bridge before he stops again and, in the absence of a lamp post to call a friend, lowers himself to the ground, knees fused together all the way.
It looks hilarious and I can't help laughing while I walk around him to record the look on his face for posterity. He's pale as death now and his skin looks almost translucent. Why did he go down like this? It's going to be really hard for him to get up.
So far we have been flying under the radar but now one guy filming another who appears to be getting ready to pray on the kerb is starting to attract attention. We get some looks from the passing audience and one slightly drunk girl decides to be of help.
'Are you OK?' She asks and comes up to Niko. 'Do you need help?'
I start laughing again and get a very unfriendly look from the girl. Her friends are gathering around us and I decide to correct my ways.
'Sorry,' I say. 'You're right, I think he needs help.' I grab his arm and give him a tug. Niko squeals, his knees separate and he plants one foot on the ground landing in a position of a knight pledging undying love to his damsel. A bubbling noise leaves his ass and a long dark stain runs down his shorts. We have touch down. Pretty fucking early, too.
I hoist Niko to his feet and the brown stain widens. He's trying to turn his ass towards me and away from the gathered company but I take a step aside.
At this point our helpful friend realises the extend of her mistake. She takes a step back, 'you need a doctor, man!' And she walks off pushing her friends along. 'Junkie!' I hear her shout from a distance. Poor Niko doesn't even drink.
I let go off him, curious whether he will go down again but he stays upright, swaying slightly and looking around at the people staring at him as if he's just woken up. His butt still clenched like gates of a fort under siege.
'Keep going,' I growl to make him get back in the game. He starts walking but has lost some of his resolve and with more gurgling the back of his short turns into a filth rag, thin fabric sticking to his thighs, first dirty rivulets running down his bare calves.
We make it to the square, the throng of people behind us spreading wide. He's now leaking continuously but the stream is surprisingly light. Something needs to be done about this.
We get to a brightly lit shop front, phone cases, ugly toys and assorted souvenirs sitting in a window framed in garish halogen lights. I resume recording, feel around in my pockets and find the nearly empty bag of jellies. I throw it to the ground by Niko's feet.
'Hey man, you dropped something,' I say loud enough to make a few people turn. Niko looks at me with pleading eyes. I shake my head and point at the baggy. He looks down and it take him only a moment to accept his fate. He bends down to pick up the trash and his ass expels a fountain of watery shit.
Laughs, curses, and insults explode around us. Niko doesn't know which way to turn and just stands there crumpling the candy bag in his hand and breathing heavily. I'm glad I wore a long jersey because I'm fully hard now.
Some concerning noises start coming up from displeased onlookers and it sound like a few guys are getting angry. We don't need a fight though so I grab Niko by the neck and push him forward.
'He's just sick, OK?' I say at nobody in particular and we keep walking through the crowd. Niko no longer makes an effort to hold it in, he must have come to the conclusion that speed is his friend but as a result he's farting out ample measures of shitty fluid with each step. And we're not even half way through the circuit.
I'd happily parade my shit leaking friend through the town but also notice a couple of guards on patrol looking our way. I don't need him to get his arrested, a lonely wank is not in my plans for tonight so have to think of something.
In the meantime, Niko comes up with his own idea. He tears himself from me and trots awkwardly towards a trash bin. I'm torn between the need to record the proceedings and applying defensive measures against the local law enforcement. Also, I have no clue what he is planning to do.
Niko is at the bin, turning around and pulling at the strings of his short. He wants to shit in the bin, the idiot, I realise and catch up to him in a few long steps. His shorts are half way down by then, displaying the full view of his shit splattered ass.
'No, you dumb ass, not here!' I pull his filthy shorts back up and make him move again. He's holding on to his loose waistband and stumbles along, squealing and panting, apparently unable to speak a human language any more.
We might have overdone things a little. I drag Niko by his shirt through the crowd parting like the Black Sea before us. There's no chance we're getting into any of the local establishments without having the cops called on us but there is a row of porta-loos on the far side of the square beside the carousel.
I keep up a good pace, Niko is now releasing a continuous flow of happy juice from his ass. It doesn't stop when we get to the loos and I throw him inside one of the free-standing cubicles and follow in.
It stinks of stale piss in there but Niko quickly upgrades the olfactory features of the place to those of a septic tank. I put the toilet seat down and sit on top of it, wiping sweat from my forehead.
'B-but...' Niko says through gurgling farts and looks at me with uncomprehending eyes.
'Turn around, you little shit bitch!'
Niko takes a moment to process the order, then shuffles around in the tight space. I yank his shorts down and pull him on my lap.
That dirty asshole is looking right at me and pumping shit with no control. I close my hand around his hole and feel the warmth licking at my skin. I have to get in there.
I push in three fingers and open him up. Shit is flowing over my hand and down my legs. Now we're both dirty pigs. Niko starts moaning. The pinky goes in next and then the thumb, I'm up to my knuckles in shit. My left hand is wrapped around my cock under Niko.
I start to punch slowly into his asshole and the movement of his hips is helping things along. My knuckles break through and my hand is swallowed into his hole. It's so hot and snug in there, my cock is kicking against my other hand. I pull out of him and get rewarded with a massive shit squirt. I push in again; it takes no effort to enter his slippery hole and I start twisting my fist inside him.
Niko's face is pressed against the door, his hands planted against the frame. His noises are getting loud, the plastic door flexes and pops as he pushes himself deeper onto my hand. If that door opens, we're definitely getting arrested.
This thought makes me realise I've had enough foreplay. I yank my hand out of Niko and pull him down on my cock. A bit of sliding around and I'm inside his shit faucet. He plops down with his full weight and I start pumping my hips. I want to get deeper. I want to crawl up inside him and roll around in it. He's leaning on me, my face is full of his hair as I bite into his sweaty neck and unload all the excitement of the evening into his shit hole.
We take a few moments to rest and breathe. Shit keeps flowing.
'How do we get back to the AirBnB?' Niko asks eventually.
Good question. I have not planned this far ahead. I have not planned for this end to the evening.
'I think there's a bus.'
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