Dominant man has a bottom securely bound and fills up his holes; his mind and world. Dominant talks the bottom through a scene of deep physical confusion and manipulation. He is in control of what goes in and out. See story tags; I believe they are a fair representation of the content.
Story is told from POV of the bottom. He is a trans man but there is not really any indication of that. My feeling is that this plot and the two people involved only makes sense as two men. But, due to the lack of sexual anatomy mentioned (for both) and the lack of gendered language (re: bottom), it could be read with a different combination in mind.
Story is focused mostly on the bottom's asshole and what is beyond, with occasional appearance of faceholes. Even though it's basically a rather long enema story, there's no poop.
I have no interest in world building or explaining who these people are. Not only does this story contain no sex, it contains no plot.
The dialogue is styled the way it is intentionally.
Anal Plug × Enemas × Dominance × Submission × Bondage × Breathplay × poppers × Gay × afab bottom × Inflation × Dubious Consent × verbal dominant × Gags × Forced × E-stim × Non-Consensual Drug Use × Sadism × domination is the plot × Breath Control × Extreme Bondage × Smut × Fear × Humiliation × Teasing × Silence × Electricity × Confusion ×
I felt him inserting an object deep into my right nostril. I started to panic and hyperventilate.
Sssshhh... I need you to take a couple of slow, deep breaths. Good, now hold for about ten seconds while I get the caulking in. I wouldn't want any of this stuff to end up in your lungs! I felt a thick paste being injected around the object. It expanded a bit as it quickly set, stretching my nostril, a sensation whose existence I had never contemplated, much less expected to experience. Counting slowly backwards from ten to zero, he gave a tug on the appliance, which I now felt secured to my skin and nose hairs. It would not be easily removed.
My terror increased to an even more intolerable level when he said, Almost done. This is a very special moment, let's enjoy it. Plugging your very last hole.
I felt a certain resignation to my death and an end to this suffering as he repeated the procedure on my left nostril, and the most important question I had ever had in my mind was answered: No, they were not hollow tubes.
Hold your breath again, please.
I fought the panic and for some reason, obeyed him, and held my breath as he took it away from me. As he counted again from ten to zero, I wondered what mutilations he would commit against my corpse.
Feeling the same tug as he checked the adhesion, my chest tried and failed to rise. Deep in my belly, sobs formed but found themselves unable to leave my body in the usual way, so instead built up and wrapped themselves around the giant objects installed in my bottom holes. As I struggled to breathe, my guts seemed to simultaneously grip them tighter, pulling them deeper, while also opening more.
Oh my, I heard him mocking me. What's wrong dear?
After a pause he chuckled and suddenly there was air rushing through my lungs.
You didn't think I'd forget to unclamp the tubes did you? You really should have more confidence in me. I barely heard him as I savoured the oxygen, which had a mild chemical scent. Do you like poppers? They're going to be a friend to you during the next procedure.
There were too many things happening simultaneously. My thoughts in messy, miserable conflict with each other. Everything was happening so fast, while time also seemed to stand still. As the poppers hit, I felt deep, confusing and upsetting gratitude to him for allowing me to breathe.
Now, he said. I struggled to understand his words as they floated through my awareness, mixed with every other piece of information being sent to my brain, which felt as though floating. Now since I have been so considerate in thoroughly stuffing your every single hole, just like you need, and even went so far as to opened that clamp for you, I think you should return the favour and open for the next step.
His words were my only reminder that there was something outside my body, they were the sole confirmation that the whole world had not in fact been stuffed into it. But even these precious words which anchored me to the outside had still to compete with the turmoil in my mind. Even once I managed to parse the meaning of the individual words, their meaning evaded me. Somewhere in the chaos I wondered how I could open any more than I already was. My body was stretched taught in ways I could hardly even contemplate. How could I possibly be any more open? And yet, in the haze of poppers, the thought that I can always be more open, and that this was very enjoyable, floated by, seemingly from outside myself.
I fought to calm down and attempt to comprehend what was happening to my body and mind. Then, an understanding gripped me from my bowels. First, I felt the heat, then the pressure. An image of the anal appliance with so many tubes coming out the back flashed in my mind as finally I became aware of the liquid that was undoubtedly flowing through one of them.
Overwhelmed by this new insight, my chest heaved and sank. I was desperate in my need to escape, to have my body under my own control, to scream. But the future held only still, quiet, excruciating endurance
He rubbed my belly gently. I noticed the smell of poppers had disappeared and I was now breathing clean air. I was still floating a bit, and his hand on me felt divine. It occurred to me that he'd hardly touched me directly while setting things up and disconcertingly, I noticed that I had missed this. My flesh felt radiant under his touch. Against the thorough restraints, I tried to arch my back up towards him. Thwarted, I instead used the only muscles available and pushed out my abdomen into his hand.
That's right. Open yourself, let me in. This is an awfully big bucket I've got here. It's all going inside you. I'm going to fuck you so deep.
A cramp hit and I cringed, unable to cry out or stop the hot fluid. As though he was waiting for this cue, I felt the giant ballon in my asshole expand.
See how you are getting more and more open? We thought the appliance was as big as you could fit only a short time ago. But now, it's even larger. The water will help you relax and loosen up.
But loose was not how I felt. My suffering abdomen tightened and struggled to stop the water from flowing in. But of course it was relentless.
Here, have some of this joint to help you loosen up. I heard the sound as he exhaled, and my lungs felt warmed by smoke. This was not expected, and I suddenly held my breath in pointless indecision. For a moment I attempted to decide if I wanted to be stoned or not before remembering how overpowered I was. Abject, I felt this man's intrusion not just in my body, but realized he would also overwhelm my mind, inserting himself just as easily. He let a quiet, mocking laugh as I compliantly breathed his used air.
There you go. Don't you remember how happy you were when I opened that clamp to let you breathe? He was now reproaching.
You are to be grateful for any air I give you. I'm the one who decides what, or if, you breathe. To emphasize his point, my air supply was cut of while he spoke. I felt the smoke I was forced to hold passing from my lungs to my blood to my brain.
The lack of air didn't last nearly as long as the first time. But the communication was clear.
For a moment I felt genuine, if shocking, gratitude to him for allowing me to empty and refill my lungs with more hot, grassy air, which he forced me to hold for a few seconds. Quickly though, came disgrace at being made to comply with his every whim, that my most basic body function was subject to his will. With the warm water still steadily flooding into me, I felt a deep sense of subjugation.
I was beginning to feel waves of cannabis wash over me when the massaging was withdrawn. I felt the sweat being towelled off my stomach and lower back. Then, spots of cold wetness followed by pressure. He was sticking small objects to me. Four on my stomach, one on each side and two on my back. Then, a pause as I could think only of how to either stop the water from entering me, or to accommodate the huge volume.
The two options, while conflicting, were both miserably impossible. The intrusion was intractable, inevitable. Yet I was also unable to yield to the debasing and physically stressful treatment.
This will help you even more. I felt a tickle coming from two of the objects on my stomach. It was joined by the two on my back and my left side. In sequence, each pair of tickles became more tingling a little at a time until almost painful. Then, a switch from steady vibration to a slow rhythmic pulsing. Over a few seconds, the intensity would ramp up, hold briefly then fade back to a tingle. A soft hum in the earbuds began to accompany the pulses, becoming louder and quieter in time with increasing and decreasing intensity.
Now, I want you to focus on your intestines. His tone was calm and soothing. I smelled the poppers again, faintly. I want you to think about the water flowing up through your body. It might be a little uncomfortable, but I am here to here to help you to yield. You must yield, you must comply. You must welcome the filling.
I'm going to turn up the power on the electrodes now. At first it will seem like pain, but I want you to feel how they help you pull the water into your body. The waves of power are there for you to ride, not fight. There is no fighting this, there is only acceptance.
I was high on pot and poppers and distracted by a severe cramp as I noticed the two electrodes below my navel were getting stronger. The crescendo was slightly stronger each time. Suddenly a threshold was passed and my abdomen spasmed viciously. The humming in my ears continued in synch, and the tone became slightly lower with the increasing intensity as the cycle repeated. After the first couple, I became a bit accustomed to the feeling. His voice reminded me softly to ride the current. Feel how your body is welcoming the water. Resistance depleted, I did turn my awareness to my bursting stomach. It felt like gallons of water inside me, and still I needed more. I realized that I was so thirsty. I should not deny myself. I should cooperate with this procedure, which the universe had somehow arranged for my benefit. I was humbled. I was soaring.
His hand on my belly, rubbing.
Imagine how you look to me. He rubbed firmly all over to emphasize the extreme bloating. Picture your guts, stretched out. Is this what you want?
The relentless pounding of the outside of my body on the inside made me more amenable to the heat rushing in. I imagined my asshole like a mouth sucking from a straw. I saw myself as a tree absorbing rain water through my roots.
But at the same time, I was aware that I was so full nausea was setting in. The intensity of the power finally died down to a gentle tingle, and a sort of sigh came from my nose tubes.
See what I can make you do? The malicious tone of his voice was jarring after the nurturing. I told you I would own you. All of you is subservient to me. He was almost yelling. His anger filled my ears.
Do you feel how fucked you are? Do you know what a bad situation you're in? He sounded accusatory. Are you too stupid to understand your predicament? This is fucking nuts! What sort of psychopath would do something like this to you?
My air supply was reduced, but not completely cut.
What kind of person stuffs tubes in your nose so he can stop you from breathing?
The air was reduced further. I was only barely breathing.
You should be so scared you shit yourself. But you can't even do that. Because there is a ballon the size of a bowling ball on either side of your asshole squeezing it shut. And I'm the only one who can let it out. You can't even shit until I let you. Does it hurt? All that water? Do you think I'm ever going to let it out?
Impossibly, the ballon inside me got even bigger. Were they really the size of bowling balls? Maybe he was going to kill me. I was bewildered by the change of mood. As his temper flared inexplicably he was poking me roughly in the belly. I was so bloated that his finger, progressively more aggressive, was agony. I wanted the water out of me, and I wanted myself out of these restraints, this place.
But you know what? He seemed to regain control of himself. There is something you should know. Can I tell you something? Can I let you in on a secret? Can I? Answer me!
I couldn't decide what my answer would have been if I'd been able to give it.
Both his hands were on my belly, squeezing.
Well you stupid shit, if you won't answer I'm going to tell you whether you want it or not. There is something you should know. And I'm going to tell you.
I was shaking, my heart was flying and I was holding my breath waiting for his next words.
It gets worse.
It gets so much worse.
And just like that, he was gone. There was a hum in my earbuds. The utter darkness continued. And I waited.
I was thoroughly terrified. I needed to let the water out. I pushed, pressed down, but only hurt my asshole.
The room seemed to get cooler and my sweat covered body began to shivering.
Gradually, the hum changed to a slow ticking rhythm. I was so focused on the agony of the stretching and cramps, it barely reached my attention. Slowly I came to realize there was a word. "Take" it said. Take take take.
Was he doing this or was I hallucinating? I was still high. I was confused, tired, suffering.
Take
Take
Take
How long did it go for? It felt like decades. Take take take take take
I began to feel as though my body was deflating a bit. Again I was unsure if it was real. The bowling balls were still attached firmly. I mean, the balloons. Was it possible the water was going somewhere? Was I absorbing it? Or was I just getting used to the feeling? Take take take.... Time passed. I was definitely, slowly, emptying out. But still very full.
The sound faded out. This alerted me that something was about to happen and I started hyperventilating. My air was cut off.
Now, now, his voice was back in my ears. Calm, gentle. If you want to breathe you need to do it properly. Deep breath in, full breath out, nice and slow. Ok?
He partly opened the tubes that my air passed through and I struggled to slow myself.
That's better. I think we will do some breathing practice later. But for now we're going to keep focusing on your need to be filled, and my need to be inside you.
Did you notice I took some of the water out? About half. Isn't that a relief? You must be so stretched. Do you think your stomach will ever go back to its normal size? Do you think I will ever let all the water out? Maybe I'll just keep you like this forever.
He was rubbing my belly softly.
You shouldn't be too excited that I let you loose some water. It was just to make room in there. I made you some nice ginger juice. Isn't that lovely? You can thank me later.
I felt more liquid rushing in. It was faster than the first time. But my guts were already so stretched that I was able to take it more easily.
Drink it all up!
My guts began churning even more than they had before. I recalled ginger is used to stimulate the digestive system. I was so absorbed in my torture I forgot there had ever been anything else.
Good. You have all of it. Less in total than before, because we're going to make sure it's well mixed. I don't want you to pop open so I left you some slack.
I was hardly listening to his words. Mixing? How is he going to mix inside of me?
Suddenly my body started shaking. Or rather, the surface on which I was bound started shaking. Side to side. Violently. Everything inside me was indeed mixing. I felt my organs slamming into each other.
Then it stopped. I was relieved. But then it continued, this time moving lengthwise. I felt my stomach and everything in it moving up and down. A pause. Side to side. A pause. Back and forth. A pause.
Well how are you feeling? Are you well mixed?
Wondering how much longer he was going to torture me for. I struggled not to imagine what else he could do to me. I was afraid I might somehow give him ideas if I thought of them.
Don't worry, I know you need to be filled more.
No! I need to be empty. Please.
But he couldn't read my thoughts. He couldn't hear me begging. Or if he did, he didn't care.
But I want to give your colon a bit of a chance absorb the tea. I put some honey in so you'll get some energy. Now that it's well distributed we can do something else to fill you up.
My you sure have peed a lot! This bag is full! You soaked up so much water, but then you spit it out again. Why would you do that?
I forgot about the catheter.
Well, it must have been an accident. You should be more careful not to spill your drink next time. But it's ok, I know you are just getting used to this. So I'll clean it up.
I felt my bladder filling quickly.
I hope it's not too disappointing but I'm going to save your pee for later. Right now, you can have some more ginger tea.
Quickly, my bladder filled completely. It didn't feel any different that urine. No burning. But a very strange squeezing feeling.
Well since you can't see, this is your capacity when the bag of tea is held at your waste height. For a normal person, this is the maximum. But for a person like you, who needs to be filled, I know you won't be satisfied.
The pressure increased. My bowels and my bladder were both so, so full. There was not enough space for them. They were in competition with each other, I saw in my minds eye a plastic bag full of water and a giant bloated worm fighting each other.
So just to make you happy, I'm going to keep this bag higher. How is it?
His hand pressed down on my bursting gut.
Not quite. Do you ever feel ashamed of yourself for being so greedy? Didn't your parents teach you about being a good guest? You are being quite the imposition.
The bag was raised even more, I suppose, because the pressure went higher.
After palpating me again, he was satisfied.
Well that feels just about enough. Let's leave it there and see how you are feeling after a bit of a stretch. There is more if you really want it.
I was beginning to feel like this stretched body was permanent. Was I ever any smaller? Was there a time before wave after wave of cramping? How could I know? All I knew was that I had all the water from all the oceans on earth in my body.
Now, I know you love being filled, but honestly I do have other things to do today. I can't spend all my time humouring you. You can't keep that water in you forever. You have to give it back. I didn't mean to give it to you permanently. I'm sorry, was there some sort of miscommunication? I only meant it as a loan.
But you know I am a generous man. So I'll let you hold it a little longer. Actually, come to think of it, I'll make it a bit better. I have a surprise for you. It's here somewhere.....
Now, this surprise has to be added slowly, while mixing. I know you'd rather I just dumped it all in at once, but you must learn to be patient.
The table started moving again, and slowly more liquid was added. It felt weird but I couldn't quite tell how. What more could he possibly do?
Well, that's your treat for today. You're going to love it. Let me just clamp the tube closed. Ok, you are disconnected for now.
Ok, let's get the appliance out so you can void. I'm afraid I can't syphon you out properly through the tube so I'm going to have to remove the appliance. Don't look so sad! If you are good, you can have it right back.
Now where did I put that release valve? Oh dear. Maybe I forgot it up stairs when I made you that tea.
Suddenly, silence. I was still being mixed up. I felt like I was still expanding even though he said I was disconnected. Was he lying?
Hmmm... I wish I could remember where I put the valve that opens the balloons. I'm quite forgetful sometimes. I suppose we could pop the outside one, but then you would owe me a new one, and they're quite expensive, not to mention difficult to come by. And there's the sentimental value. I can't have you come over here and vandalizing my property. You really should have more respect.
Well we can either leave it in until I find it in this mess, or pull it out, which do you want?
Ok, if you insist, we'll try pulling.
Oh I remember! I out it in the drawer over here. Alright, here we go. Please don't be disappointed. We can stretch you later. But I have better tools for that. For now I need my water back, if you don't mind. It's time to water the rose bushes.
Now, we're going to do this slowly. I will tell you when it's time to empty. You hold until then, understood?
First, the outside balloon. How does that feel? I can tell you are missing it already. I'll put it back later, if you really want.
Now I'm going to slowly let the air out of the inside balloon. I need you to squeeze tight while I do that. Good job! Keep squeezing.
More, a bit more, keep squeezing. No spilling please! Hold your water in. Ok, now I'm going to pull it out. I want your asshole really, really tight.
Something slammed in to me.
I knew you wouldn't be polite enough to keep your hole closed on your own for just a few minutes! Why do you always feel the need to be flashing the insides of your digestive system all around? Can't you be even a little bit modest?
But knowing you as well as I do, I was prepared. I had a back up plug. Since it seems to fit you so well, you can wear it once you're empty if you want. Actually, I have a by similar one that's hollow. I bet you'd get off in that eh? Keep your asshole stretched and open. We'll see how clean you are. I can't have you leaving a filthy mess all over the place. Do you expect me to go around after you cleaning and scrubbing everything? Sometimes you are very entitled. The world doesn't revolve around you, you know.
Ok, we're going to give this another try. This time I want you TIGHT ok? I can't have you sleeping with my water all night. My rose bushes are already quite wilted.
Well done! I knew you could do it. Now, let me just get this bucket ready... Ah. I forgot to explain to how this works. You are not to push. Remember our friends the electrodes? They are going to control the pushing. It's a game, just for a greedy, thirst hole like you. You keep that ring clamped. Let me force it out of you. I don't want to see you relaxing, much less pushing. You can just sit around relaxing all day you know. It's time to do just a little work.
So let's get you warmed up a bit first. Nice tingle? Of course the expel pattern is a bit different than the sucking program.
Didn't I ask you politely to squeeze? Why do you expect me to let you breathe when you won't even do one single thing? Ok let's try again.
Much better. Again.
Was he giving me poppers?
Alright, keep going. Remember, hold tight.
The beats got closer and closer together until it was just one steady pulse, forcing my muscles tense and aching. Everything shot out of me.
When I was emptier than I've ever been in my life, I felt a cool wash cloth roughly scrubbing my anus inside and out.
That was tremendous. Since you were so well behaved I think you can wear the special gaping plug for a while. But I'll have to hose out the last bit of muck before I can l you upstairs. Let's get the plug in first.
Alright, here is some soothing cold water. Feels nice after the ginger eh? But joke's on you because you can't hold it! It just falls right back out again. I bet that's hard for you to accept, isn't it? You'd rather I just shoved the garden hose up your ass eh?
Maybe another day.
Let me dry you down some... Your sure are tender. Doesn't that hurt? You sure do love being stretched and filled, eh? Now let me just make sure this thing doesn't fall out of that cavern. A nice support belt for you. Don't worry, I'll keep the key safe.
While you're wearing this I'm going have to check you frequently to make sure you aren't make a mess, or too dry. When I tell you to, you're to bend over the nearest suitable found or furniture. You stay that way until I tell you to move. I won't forget about you. But we might work on that impatient streak of yours a bit.
Let me give you a bit of a massage with this medicated ointment. Don't be shy, just relax and let me pamper you a bit more. Hush, I know it stings a bit. That's the medicine. It's for your own good. Don't cry! I know you are disappointed I wanted the water back, but throwing a tantrum won't help.
Boy do you ever look tired. Are you ready for bed? You know I can't let you keep your asshole open all night. You'll either make a mess or dry out. You don't want a crunchy cracked rectum do you?
Alright, if you really want to keep the plug in, you can. Lucky for you there is a stopper for it. A plug for a plug! Since you've been so good I'll give you the one with the massager. Let's give everything a nice thick coat of medicine so it's nice and silky smooth. There you go, isn't that nice? Oh my, you certainly are cranky. I don't care how much you cry, you are going to bed. Play time is over.
Alright let me just turn the massager on... How's that level? The batteries only last a few hours I'm afraid, but I'll come check on you in the middle of the night to rub more medicine in and I'll change them at the same time. So you should be very comfortable.
Good night!
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