Page 68 of Forfeits

“I answered an ad in the Centretown News for a guy subletting it. Then when his lease was up, I renewed it myself. It’s a sweet deal.”

I stood in the doorway of the kitchen while Aiden moved about in the small space, preparing a meal of fish, rice and green beans that tasted like it was from a gourmet restaurant. We ate at the small wood table by the wall in the living room. Twinkle lights surrounded the huge windows, which were draped with sheers, and the Turkish rug and humble furniture gave the place a casual, bohemian vibe.

When we were done, he told me to stay there while he disappeared into his bedroom. I gripped the edges of my chair, wondering how embarrassing this procedure was going to be. I’d never had an enema. But I had looked up some very kinky videos on the internet, so I kind of knew what was involved, and how such an act of tender caretaking could be sexy. But I was nervous. It was such an intimate thing to share with someone.

Aiden took something into the bathroom, and I heard water running. He came out again after a few minutes and went back to the bedroom, holding what I assumed was the enema bag.

“All right. I’m ready for you. Come on.”

I got up and made my way to the bedroom.

There were towels laid down on the bed and an IV pole standing beside it. Aiden hung the enema bag on a hook and glanced over.

“I need your bottom half to be bare. It’s up to you if you want to be completely naked or to keep your shirt on…”

“Huh,” I said, “My upper half is not what I’m worrying about right now.”

I stared at the steel IV pole with the enema bag full of water hanging there, the tube held closed with a clamp and the nozzle looking particularly foreboding. I’d had a lot of things in my ass but never something so utilitarian. The little applicator on the douches barely counted, although that was closest.

“Nice setup. Very professional.”

“There’s even a plastic sheet under the towels…just in case.”

My face reddened. “Oh my God.”

Aiden reached for the enema tube and showed me the nozzle attachment. “This is actually an inflatable plug.”

My eyes went wide. “Oh.”

“It will help you retain the water. And it’s only warm water. I haven’t added anything else to the mixture.”

“Do…do people add other stuff?”

“Well, a nurse might have to add medication, right? Some idiots put coffee in it. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.” He shrugged. “I like to keep things simple.”

“Well, you’re a prince,” I said with sarcasm.

“Take off your pants, Fletcher.”

“Fine. Yep. Sure,” I said, my breathing ramping up. My fingers trembled as I pushed down my trousers and boxer briefs.

“Oh, I like that look. Keep your socks and your T-shirt on.”

“Really? You think this is sexy?”

“I think you’re sexy. And, yeah, you look vulnerable, and that’s sexy for a dirty Dom like me. More so, I think, than if you were completely naked.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said. “Can I call you Nurse Aiden?”

It was a joke, but the way his eyes lit up…

“I’d love it if you would.”

“Wow. I mean, I guess I could.”

“Maybe it will be easier for you,” he said with a playful smile. “Now, I want you on all fours on the towels.”

I stared at the bed. I looked at Aiden.

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