Sunday, March 22, 2009
It wasn’t Mrs. Peacock, with the cane, in the Interrogation Room. I have the Interrogation Room card. I suspect that:
Colonel Mustard took hold of his boy’s ear, and dragged the ruggedly handsome Mr. Boddy into the Victorian Room. Boddy was not a very quiet sub, he whimpered and begged for the release of his ear for the short trip into the room.
Even though his ear had been released the boy was too distracted by the pain in his ear to notice the large soapy bowl of water or the bulb syringe floating inside it.
The Colonel took a seat on the long bench, sitting next to the bowl of fluid. Mustard planned to give his boy a good cleaning before he spent the evening fucking Boddy in the ass. “Strip!” The Colonel commanded.
“Yes sir!” Boddy replied as he removed his clothing.
Once a nude Boddy stood before the Colonel, the athletic Dom patted his lap, signaling for his boy to come and lay across it.
Boddy draped his well-muscled body over Mustard’s lap. With his elbows resting on the floor, and his head resting on his lower arms, Boddy heard the familiar snap of the Colonel putting on latex gloves, and then the slurp of the enema bulb as it filled with the strong soapy solution that would soon be cleaning and irritating his bowels.
The Colonel expertly spread lube around the tip of the bulb, and then spread his boy’s cheeks wide, so that Boddy would feel the stretch of his sphincter before anything had even been inserted.
Boddy felt his cock twinge with pleasure as the enema syringe was slowly inserted, and he moaned with pleasure as he felt the warm liquid flow into him.
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