By Sorbus
“Shr, ysh, Shr,” I mumbled through the O-ring of the gag. I used my tongue as best I could to wipe his manhood as he slowly pulled it out of my mouth, then I looked up at him. Sitting back on my heels, I winced as my paddled muscles flared slightly in pain.
“You’re such a good boy,” he said as he ruffled my hair. “Now, get up. I have more to show you.”
I struggled to my feet as he pulled his underwear and shorts back up and then crossed the narrow room. The entire thing was probably half the size as his closet, if not smaller. It was probably the same size as the guest bathroom.
“The boy bathroom is through this door. And yes, the shower has an enema nozzle that would be used regularly.” He opened the door and I was able to see the tiny room. There was a small shower, a sink, and an odd-looking urinal that seemed much smaller and much higher up the wall than I would have expected. Then I realized it was designed to be used by someone locked in chastity. Obviously Sir expected his boy (his boys?) to always be locked up. I of course had no problem with that! And, considering the daily enema use, there wasn’t a need for an actual toilet in here.




































