Page 84 of Bottoms Up

“No soap or glycerin in this one,” I said. “But since we didn’t rinse you between rounds, there’s still plenty in you, lining your bowels. More than enough to add to your fun.”

I lifted the bucket to the hook and uncoiled the tubing slowly, deliberately, letting the scent waft into the air.

His hole was already red and twitching. Trying to spasm around the nozzle that wasn’t even in yet.

Time to rectify that.Heh.

When it was in and the balloons inflated once again, I gave his balls a slow, deliberate squeeze.

He flinched and jerked. Breathed through it without making a single vocalization.Perfect.

I opened the clamp.

The rush of fluid streamed into him. Hit hard.

Atlas screamed.

Loud. Raw. No restraint, no discipline. No decorum left.

“FUCK!”

Not acceptable from our big, strapping pain-toy.

I paused the flow, a valve to turn the pain down fast, and crouched beside him. Let the silence settle.

“Were you asked a question?”

He shook his head — eyes wild, body trembling violently, breath hitching through clenched teeth.

“Were you asked a question?”

He shook his head. Eyes wild. Sweat poured down his face. He couldn’t breathe properly.

“I’m sorry, Sir… I…”

I slapped his cheek. Not hard. Just enough to get his attention.

“That’s ten minutes off your time at the end. Ten minutes of suffering you’ll be denied.” I let that sink in. “No speaking unless asked a direct question.”

He nodded. Frantic with pain. His entire body shaking.

But still obedient.

I stood. Turned the flow back on, retrieved the cane from the wall, and stepped behind him. Waited for the worst of his screams to fade from the second rush of water.

The backs of his legs were bare. Beautiful.Vulnerable.

The first stripe landed just beneath his ass, across both thighs. A brutal kiss of the cane.

He flinched hard, but didn’t scream again.Yet.

Another. And another.

By the seventeenth, he was sobbing. By the twenty-fifth, his body shook so hard I paused to recheck the restraints.

Still in place. Still fine. All secure.

I wrapped a rubber ball stretcher around the base of his balls. Clipped on the weight — three pounds, enough to stretch him mercilessly, to drag everything down while his guts were forced to hold the heat inside.