Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend.

“That was amazing, Josh,” Alexandra said as her boyfriend emerged from the locker room. He put down the duffel bag containing his hockey gear and stood before her. At twenty-one years old, Josh looked way too pretty to be involved in this rough sport. Longish dirty blonde hair, a bit damp and unkempt after the game, framed his boyish good looks. Alexandra noticed how his light colored hair and fair skin contrasted with the dark blue, skin-tight shirt he was wearing. The long sleeved, high-necked garment, currently favored by athletes involved in winter sports, showed off his exceptional physique.

“Thanks, babe,” he said, smiling down at the gorgeous twenty-six year old brunette. Alexandra was one of the privileged few allowed to wait for a player behind the scenes once a game was over. Josh’s continual MVP status had earned her that right, and she made use of it every chance she got. “What, no congratulations?”

She stood up on her toes as he bent down. The kiss was long and deep, their passion evident to everyone else in sight. Up close, Alexandra could smell that special musk Josh gave off after a game. He never smelled like sweat, it was more like raw testosterone, and it never failed to excite her. He rarely showered before leaving the arena, preferring to wait until they got home and the inevitable showering together and wild lovemaking that followed after every game. Their lips still locked, tongues dashing around the insides of each other’s mouths, Alexandra finally put her hands against his chest and pushed him back. “Let’s go home,” she said breathlessly.

Alexandria loved hockey, and the men that played it. A successful insurance account executive, she had plenty of free time to indulge her passion. She had taken to hanging out at the arena during practices and exhibitions. Nobody had ever questioned her. After all, she could have been a scout. The teams were organized by a privately funded hockey organization that provided opportunities for young talented players who didn’t have the money to attend specialized leagues. All of the players were at least high school graduates, and some of them were future superstars. In fact, the NHL often sent scouts on the sly to determine if there was anyone ready for a jump to the minors. Several days into her visits to the arena, Alexandra had noticed number 23. The boy was skilled, he knew it and so did everyone else. She hadn’t needed to expend much energy or resources learning more about him. Joshua Ganton, a twenty-year-old college dropout at the time, preferred playing hockey to his studies. Leaving University, he had found a full time job that allowed him enough flexibility to play during most of his free time. Alexandria had watched the boy for a few weeks before taking the plunge and meeting him after a game.

From there, things came easy and natural. She was a beautiful, successful, slightly older woman who loved a sport that he excelled in. They fell in love after their third date.

The steam from the shower filled the large bathroom with a hazy cloud of moisture. In the shower stall, Josh stood under the stream of water, head thrown back and hands clasped tightly behind his back. He moaned loudly as Alexandra, on her knees at his feet, continued licking his hairless balls. “Don’t move your hands,” she cautioned him as she continued. Taking his erect penis into her mouth, she gently began licking and sucking him. The distracted boy, eyes closed and head thrust back under the flowing water, did not notice as Alexandra picked up the nearly spent bar of soap from the floor of the stall. She carefully maneuvered the soap between Josh’s butt cheeks, rubbing it directly against his anus. The boy was whimpering now as his girlfriend continued to soap up his most private area. “Hush baby,” she said, momentarily stopping her oral activities.

Once she resumed, she discarded the used up bar, and gently began pushing one of her soapy fingers inside him. Josh squeezed his hands together tightly behind his back, struggling to stay still as her finger slid into his rectum. The soap burned slightly, but that sensation was nowhere near as powerful as the erotic stimulation he was experiencing. He felt Alexandra’s finger begin to slide in and out, matching her oral ministrations in rhythm. He lurched forward, his cock throbbing uncontrollably as she hit his prostate. Josh threw his head back further as his imminent orgasm approached, virtually howling above the noise of the shower. Then suddenly, it stopped. Or rather she stopped. Alexandra quickly stood up, pulling her finger from his insides with one burning yank, and left his cock to twitch in frustration.

“Keep your hands in place,” she said as she firmly pushed down on his shoulders, guiding him into the kneeling position. Once Josh was down, the water hitting him on his shoulders, Alexandra grasped a handful of the boy’s hair at the back of his head, and yanked his head back forcefully. He yelped just as she straddled his face, bringing his mouth and nose up to her clean shaven genitals. Josh knew what was expected of him, and despite the ache in his unsatisfied balls, performed his task perfectly and with gusto. Alexandra achieved orgasm almost instantly.

Josh was standing again, hands still clasped tightly behind his back as he blocked the still spraying water from hitting his girlfriend. Aglow after her third orgasm, Alexandra had allowed him up and now stood looking at the boy’s perfect physique. Water dripped off of his smooth body. She ran her hand down his hairless chest, tracing a path down to his equally hairless groin and testicles. Her hand moved past his still erect penis as it moved further down. His pubes had once been shaved as part of the team initiation, he claimed the idea came from some movie, and she had been so intrigued by it that she had him do it again for her. She liked the results so much that she now insisted he remain smooth from the neck down. He never argued, and as a gift for his obedience, Alexandra had shaved her genital area for him shortly thereafter. Neither had gone back since. She cupped his testicles gently, watching as his face contorted with the ache he felt from lack of release.

“I love you,” she said as she gave them a firm squeeze, “but you aren’t going to come.” Josh could only groan as she reached behind him and turned off the water.

He knew she was in one of her “moods”. The episode in the shower had made that uncomfortably obvious to him. Now, standing, still naked and alone, in the bathroom, Josh wondered what was next. It hadn’t been long after they became an item before Alexandra’s dominant side had started asserting itself. She became very controlling in their private life and always maintained that control during their sexual escapades. Josh had gone through a variety of feelings about this. At first he chalked it up to his relative inexperience at dealing with women. After all, he had devoted almost all of his free time to hockey. Then, he convinced himself that she was just plain kinky. Mostly he was ok with it, but, as their relationship progressed, he had become a bit leery of some of the things she wanted to do. Of course, he loved her with all his heart, and she was so into it, there was no way he could refuse her anything. Within the first three months of their being together, Josh had moved into her spacious apartment and had experienced things he never dreamt of. Once they were living together, Alexandra had introduced him to bondage, erotic discipline, and plain old subservience. She totally got off on having her pretty boy athlete tied up and at her mercy or just waiting on her hand and foot. Although it was not a 24-hour lifestyle for her, Alexandra did have times when one of her “moods” overcame her, and josh knew this was going to be one of them.

Alexandra returned, fully dressed, to the bathroom. She found Josh, still standing with his hands behind his back, naked and still a bit wet form the shower. She smiled warmly, touched by his obedience. “Here, I brought you something to wear,” she said as she held out one of his skimpy white nylon/lycra jock straps. One of the things she had taken full control over once he moved in with her was his wardrobe. Gone were his boxer shorts and boxer briefs, replaced by bikinis, thongs, and jock straps, all special ordered from internet sites. And while Alexandra never asserted her control over him in public, one of her favorite ways to play was to send him to practice or a game wearing a skimpy pair of underwear. The challenge for Josh was to find a way to change into his uniform at the arena, without his macho, posturing teammates seeing what he was wearing under his clothes. Despite a few close calls, he had managed to so far, not get caught.

She had also replaced all of his frumpy looking cotton thermal underwear with high tech, state of the art, skin-tight sportswear. It took him some time to get used to that as well, especially the leggings, but those things were gaining popularity among young people in all sports, so he was eventually able to wear them openly. She especially liked it when he wore them around the house, and would not hesitate to embarrass him with comments about his physique and how much he looked like a danseur.

“Here, I’ll help you get into it. Just lift your leg,” Alexandria said as she held the jock out for him. Knowing better than to remove his hands from behind his back, Josh struggled to balance as he lifted first one leg, then the other, allowing her to slide the tight fitting pouch up his legs. She kissed his semi-erect cock just before she covered it with the stretchy material, and then adjusted the straps and low waistband until achieving the fit she was looking for. Josh blushed as she took in his sparsely dressed form.

Alexandra loved to keep him as naked as possible around the house, especially when she was fully dressed. She was a firm believer in using humiliation as a tool to maintain control, and so far, Josh had proven how effective her methods were. In contrast to his near nakedness, she was dressed in tight black jeans and a form fitting, blood red t-shirt. Her feet were bare, but overall she was comfortably dressed for an evening lounging at home.

“You’ve shown amazing control tonight, I’m very proud of you.”

Josh raised his eyes from the tile floor, where his gaze had gone as she was surveying his body, and gave her that devilish grin again. “It wasn’t easy,” he said.

“I’m sure. Your arms must ache from holding them in that position for so long.”

Josh blushed once again. “Not as much as my balls.”

Alexandra chuckled. “Well, I can help you with one of those problems right now.”

Josh knew from the fact that his genitals were now covered that sexual relief was not what she was referring to. So he exhibited little surprise when she pulled a pair of leather wrist restraints out from behind her back. She moved quickly behind the boy and buckled each manacle in place. He felt the leather tighten to an almost uncomfortable point, then heard the subtle clicks that meant she had padlocked them in place. He knew he was in for a long, hard night. He tested what little play he had in the restraints. His hands were now connected behind his back with just two inches of chain between them. It was obvious to him that the ache in his shoulders would receive no relief for a while.

“There,” she said magnanimously, “now you don’t have to worry about holding your hands in place.”

“Thanks,” he said sarcastically, knowing immediately the mistake he had made. Josh watched fearfully as Alexandra’s expression hardened. He chastised himself over his own stupidity. He knew once she got into one of her dominant moods, there were lines he should not cross.

“Get your sarcastic ass into the living room and get down on your knees by the couch,” she growled at him.

Knowing better than to disobey once she took on that tone, the boy hurried out of the bathroom. As he took his assigned place on the floor, he noticed a large box placed in the corner of the room. He had not seen it when he left for his game, and had been too preoccupied to notice it when they had gotten home. It looked to be about three feet square, and made of some sort of black plastic. It had an ominous air, and the boy got a chill just looking at it. He heard his girlfriend approach behind him, knowing better than to turn around and look. It was best to just ride out her anger and hope that his obedience would soothe her temper, if not her mood. She passed him, and moved in the direction of the box. Josh heard sounds that convinced him she had opened it, but controlled his urge to turn his head and look. In moments, after the unmistakable sounds of rustling chains and leather, she sat down on the couch facing him.

“Tonight we’re going to begin a new phase for you,” she said as she played with some sort of shiny black object in her hands. It had straps, but what they were attached to was cupped protectively in her hands. “Actions have consequences, and it’s time you learned that.”

The boy trembled a bit in fear and anticipation, making her smile. She loved when he was afraid of her.

“I’ve decided that you make too much noise. Whether it’s your groaning and moaning, or your ill-advised comments, it stops tonight.”

She held up the object in her hands for him to see, and he knew immediately what he was looking at. Sticking out from behind the large pad the straps were connected to was a large gag shaped like the mouth guard he wore when playing hockey. It was quite a bit larger though and the black, PVC material was much more intimidating than the clear plastic he was used to.

“Now open wide like a good boy, or I’ll get your favorite one and gag you with that instead.”

Josh closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Her knew her opinion of his favorite gag was the one shaped like a penis, and he had no desire to ride out her mood with a cock nudging the back of his throat. He felt the shiny material touch his lips. “Kiss it first,” he heard her say. He did so tenderly, pretending he was kissing her. Then he felt her working it into his mouth. It was slightly flexible, but not enough to make it easy to insert. He had to open his mouth to its widest point as she pushed it in. His top and bottom teeth fit right into the grooves, while the center piece filled his oral cavity, depressing his tongue. He whimpered softly as it slid in completely and he felt the pad press against his lips. He submissively bent his head forward allowing his mistress to buckle and lock the straps behind his head.

When it was done, he looked at her again. She had leaned back on the couch and was just staring at him. He felt uncomfortable and helpless under her gaze, especially now that he was deprived of the ability to speak. He shuddered involuntarily and watched her grin in response. Josh hated to be gagged. He had learned to accept the ever increasing variety of bodily restraints Alexandra used on him, but when she filled his mouth, his world felt like it was crashing down on him. There was no hope of objecting, even if he wanted to. No safeword or even pleading for mercy. There was only pathetic sounds of helplessness and, at times, suffering. All of which he endured because she wanted him to.

“Not so bad is it? Maybe a bit bigger than you’re used to, but you’ll adapt.” She sat forward on the couch, almost face to face with her boy toy, “aren’t you going to thank me, slave?” humiliated, the boy made an unintelligible gurgle from behind the locked device. “Excellent,” she said, “much better than some of the stuff that has been coming out of that hole lately.” He gulped involuntarily, a sizeable amount of his trapped saliva passing down his throat. That, combined with the rubbery taste of the gag almost made him wretch.

“Now,” she said, rising from the couch, “let’s talk about your other behavioral problem that needs correcting. Or rather I’ll talk, since your mouth is full.”

She went and sat down on top of the black box. “Come over here, and don’t bother to get up.” She watched as Josh shuffled across the room on his knees. “You know I love you too much to cause you any sort of public embarrassment, even though I know you love me enough that you would accept it if I did. Well, I think I’ve found a way to deal with your problematic public behavior. This is your at home “penalty box” and just like during a game, if you break a rule, you go to the box. This one however, is nowhere near as comfortable as what you’re used to, and the only rule you have to worry about is displeasing me.”

She rose from her seat and opened two latches on each side of the ominous box, allowing the front to open downward. “Now, your home penalty box has some special features that you will I’m sure become familiar with over time, but for right now, we’ll just start with the basics. Turn around with your back to the box.”

Josh grunted behind his gag as he shifted his position. He had tried to peer into the small dark space prior to turning, but was met with a frustrating lack of success. He heard a rattle of chain and then felt Alexandra attaching something to the middle of his wrist cuffs. Then he heard what sounded like a ratchet being cranked, and felt a tug on his arms. “Just go with the flow 23,” he heard her say as he shuffled backwards towards the box. He knew he was in trouble. She had a scary habit of calling him by his player number when she was mad. He felt his legs touch the underside of the box just as she told him to stop moving and sit on his rear instead of his knees. He complied quickly, flopping back and pushing his legs out in front of him.

In seconds, she appeared in front of him with ankle cuffs similar to the ones on his wrists. These already had a chain attached to the middle that trailed off somewhere behind him. She wasted no time buckling and locking them around his ankles, and then disappeared behind him again. The sound of the ratchet started again and, looking down, the boy saw the excess chain attached to his feet start receding. When he felt the tug, he began pushing himself backwards again. He knew he was being pulled by both his arms and legs into the tiny box. He broke out in a nervous sweat when the back of his head butted up against the top of the box. Alexandra appeared in front of him again and, reaching into the box on his side, withdrew a leather collar with more chain attached. She locked the collar around his neck, kissed him on top of his gagged lips and smiled sweetly. It was like she was saying goodbye.

“I need you to lower your head as far as you can, scoot into the box all the way, then pull your legs up as far as you can.” She watched him as he attempted to comply. It took some time, and more muffled grunts, but he managed to get himself mostly inside. His head was bent with his chin touching his chest, the tips of his toes were just sticking over the bottom edge, and his arms were pressed against the back wall.

“Great, now hold that pose a minute,” she said as she again disappeared from his sight. The noise began again and the helpless boy felt himself being constricted even further into his new prison. His wrists were now moving upward along the box and his back. They didn’t stop until his elbows hit the sides of the box. His legs were pulled forcefully toward his stomach, and his head moved lower until his chin was touching his knees. By the time the hated ratcheting sound stopped, the tension on his muscles was strenuous and painful. Josh knew that only his limber, athletic body was saving him from this being more than unbearable.

“Okay, 23, this is where your going to be for the duration of your penalty time. While you’re in there, I suggest you think about how necessary it was to stop short on the ice today and send that cloud of shavings in my direction. Arrogance, even in the face of success, will not be tolerated. Have a good time,” she said as Josh tried to communicate his discomfort through the gag that filled his mouth. Pathetic, unintelligible sounds emanated from the helpless boy as Alexandra did her best to imitate his infuriating smirk.

She almost wished he could have seen her do it, but with his head and neck pulled down by the collar, he could see nothing but his own crotch. With that, Alexandra raised the front of the box and closed him in. She snapped the latches into place and locked them with four heavy padlocks. Satisfied, she sat down on the couch, facing the box, and spent the next few hours alternating between a good book and pleasuring herself while thinking of her captive love.

Part Two

Josh lay awake in bed, his naked body barely covered by the thin sheet. Alexandra, also naked, slept fitfully, her head resting on her lover’s chest. It was almost sunrise, and Josh had not managed to sleep at all. He had been staring for hours at the ceiling, his conflicted emotions at war with the physical discomfort that lagged behind as a reminder of his earlier activities. The boy shifted in the bed, a small groan escaping his lips as his sore muscles struggled to obey his desire to change position and hopefully fall asleep. Alexandra did not wake, despite the sound and motion accompanying Josh’s shift. He knew she always slept like the dead after one of her dominant episodes. He watched as she moved from her position on his chest, staring at her beautiful, peaceful face as she settled in on the soft mattress. He loved her more than anything. He knew that with his heart, mind, and soul. But he was finding it increasingly difficult to withstand her almost nightmarish appetites. Even the tender, passionate lovemaking of tonight could not make up for what she had done. Worst of all, Alexandra’s birthday was rapidly approaching, and Josh had a sickening feeling that he knew what she wanted him to give her.

Alexandra had left him in the box for two full hours. The thought of Josh’s tightly bound, cramped body driving her to climax four times during his imprisonment. It only made her hungry for more. The evening was still young, and she decided to make it a night neither of them would forget. Leaving her spot on the sofa, Alexandra moved about the apartment, preparing what she would need for the rest of the night. She had planned this night out for weeks, knowing that Josh was ready to advance to some new levels in their relationship. The penalty box was just the first of the new experiences she had planned for him, and she shuddered in anticipation as she set up the rest of what she would need.

Torn by some minor feelings of disappointment, Alexandra unlocked the four padlocks holding the box closed. She enjoyed the thought of her love being so completely helpless and uncomfortable, and hated to let him out. But, she satisfied herself with the knowledge that he was young, and more transgressions would follow, leading to more time in the box. She opened the door slowly, allowing the light to slowly enter the small, dark space. She could see Josh, still in exactly the same position, sweat glistening off his body. She kissed him on top of his head, her action met with a soft groan. Standing up again, Alexandra moved to the rear of the box and released the ratchet holding the chains taut.

“Okay 23,” she said as she moved back to the front and grabbed his ankles, “ come on out. Penalty time’s up.”

With quite a bit of effort and no small amount of pain, the boy started shuffling forward. The chains that held him extended as he scooted forward slowly, guided by his girlfriend’s gentle tug on his legs. Relief surged through his body once he cleared the edge of the box. His arms moved back down his back, and he could finally lift his head. Every muscle in his body felt as though it were on fire and when he looked up at Alexandra, there were tears in his eyes.

Alexandra hesitated, wondering for a moment if she had gone too far. But the sight of her big strong hockey player shedding tears pushed all of her dominant buttons. “I know that was uncomfortable for you baby, but you brought it on yourself. If you learn to behave, your time in the penalty box can be kept to a minimum…just like on the ice.” She stared into his moist eyes, meeting his pained gaze with one of strength, resolve, and undeniable lust. To her glee, Josh lowered his head again and sniffed back another wave of tears. It took only a few moments for Alexandra to detach the chains attached to the boy’s restraints. While freeing him from his connection to the box, she left the restraints on his wrists and ankles, as well as the collar, in place.  She then spent the next fifteen minutes helping him stretch his body, relieving some of the ache that resulted form his cramped imprisonment. Words did not pass between the two. Alexandra was tender and caring in her ministrations, her touch met by low grunts and moans coming from behind his gag.

Once she got him to his feet, Alexandra guided him over to the high sofa table she had moved into the center of the living room. Their progress was slow due to Josh’s sore muscles as well as the ankle cuffs, whose short connecting chain allowed for only tiny, unbalanced steps. She was patient though, and took the time to whisper in his ear, “I’m not done with you yet.” Josh’s heart sank as she said those words, but then froze in his tracks as he saw what waited at their destination. Alexandra smiled, knowing he was taking in a sight that would cause him to panic. Her guiding hands felt his hesitation and slight resistance even as the muffled noises from the boy reached a new level. She pulled him forward, using all her strength to keep him from falling, until his waist hit the edge of the table and his upper body fell flat on the surface. She was met with more resistance as she attached his collar to a ring screwed into the top of the table. 

“You’re only going to make this worse if you struggle,” she hissed as she bent down, unlocked his ankles, then relocked them, now spread wide apart to the table legs. Prior to the securing of his feet, Alexandra had pulled off Josh’s jockstrap, leaving him completely naked in his restraints. She then attached two ropes to his wrist cuffs, pulled them up through a ring on the back of his collar, once again forcing the boy’s arms up his back. She then passed the ropes over his shoulders and tied them together under the table creating one single strand. She then brought that down underneath the length of the table, and tied the end off in a tight loop around Josh’s testicles. “I mean it,” she said, rising up from her work, “don’t struggle.”

Josh was breathing deeply, sucking air in through his nose. He pulled at his bonds despite Alexandra’s warning and felt pain shoot through his balls as he attempted to move his arms. A small, muffled scream escaped his rubber filled mouth, more a realization of his true helplessness than anything else. “Just relax 23, don’t make this worse on yourself.  This is going to happen one way or another, simply because I want it to happen. Just calm down and take it like a man…take it for me.” She gently caressed his exposed lower back and buttocks, patiently waiting for him to calm down. She watched as he turned his head from one side of the table to the other, alternating between looking at what she had set up, and avoiding the sight altogether.

Tears started flowing from the boy’s eyes again as he turned once more to face his fate. He could not believe that Alexandra was taking this so far, so fast. The box had been bad enough, but he had survived his time inside thinking about how much she was getting off on his misery. Somehow, that had made all the discomfort seem okay. But this, he thought as he stared at the full red rubber enema bag and strap on dildo hanging from the coat rack positioned next to the table, was too much. She had threatened him in the past with enemas, but had never followed through. Apparently his time was now up. The bag was huge, and he was sure it contained at least a half-gallon of fluid. He trembled at the thought of her forcing all of that liquid inside of him. It would hurt like hell, he was sure of that, but he knew Alexandra loved him as much as he loved her. He just didn’t understand why her love involved so much pain for him. He slowly came to accept what was about to happen and his tensed muscles started to relax.

Alexandra saw the change sweep over him and decided he was as ready as he was going to be. She calmly picked up the strap-on, a huge, black, hard rubber monster that was perfectly moulded to the appearance of a cock. She stroked the shaft of the ten-inch long dildo, lovingly caressing it as Josh watched in fearful anticipation. Alexandra buckled the straps around her hips, positioning the perverse device so that the back would provide her with just a bit of stimulation. She was worn out from her marathon masturbation session anyway, and she wanted this to be more about what her boyfriend would feel than herself. She then rubbed the dildo down with a small amount of baby oil, coating it just until it shined. “I’m sorry I can’t use a better lubricant, but we are going to need a nice, tight fit for later. But you’ll see.” She chuckled as she watched his eyes react to her words. She had never seen him this afraid and was disappointed that she had not done this sooner. Oh, she had put plugs in his ass before, even small dildos, but nothing like this. Tonight, she would shove her wrist thick cock up his ass and fuck him like she had wanted to the first day she saw him. She squirted a bit of the oil onto his anus and roughly worked it in. he was still tight despite her earlier attention to his ass while they showered. Her final act of preparation was to take the dangling enema tube, run it between her legs, and attach it to an input point on the bottom of the dildo, just under the fake balls. “Get ready 23. You know you deserve this,” she said as she pried apart his ass cheeks.

Josh closed his eyes and grimaced as he felt the head of the phallus poke at his anal ring. The pressure became worse as his girlfriend began to bear down with her weight. A sudden tearing, burning sensation overcame him as the head popped in. The girl stopped as a cry of pain came through the gag. She allowed him to adapt to the knob holding his anus open, then slowly began easing the shaft into him. Three inches slid in quickly and easily. A slight shove and she was at the halfway point. Josh was panting through his nose, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Alexandra pushed again, but the dildo did not budge. She withdrew a few inches and shoved again, harder than before. This time she got seven inches into him. Using the new method, she pulled out again, leaving only the head inside him. With a mighty thrust she buried the entire ten inches in Josh’s rear and was met by an anguished grunt from the restrained boy. The hard part over, Alexandra settled in to finding a rhythm. With each thrust in, she would pull back until just the head was inside him, and then push forward with slow and steady pressure until the entire cock was inside him.

She fucked him for the better part of an hour as he grunted with each impaling thrust. Nearly exhausted from the effort, Alexandra pushed in mightily one last time and buried the shaft inside him up to the plastic balls. As she buried it inside him, she did her best to cry out in an imitation of orgasmic release, and then reached over and opened the clamp on the tube allowing the enema to begin its flow into his body. “Can you feel it baby? Can you feel me shooting my load up your ass?” She said throatily. She felt her boyfriend squirm under her as the warm soapy fluid filled his bowels. She could hear gurgling coming from his stomach and knew that he was only moments away from the start of the cramping. Her suspicions proved correct as Josh again broke out in a sweat and began struggling against his restraints. She could see his balls being yanked viciously as he attempted to get free.  Alexandra held her position until the entire bag had emptied into the boy. She then unbuckled the harness and reversed its straps, pulling it around Josh’s waist and through his legs. She tightened the buckle and gave him a playful slap on the ass.

“There now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” She walked around in front of him. “I’m so proud of you, you took the whole bag. It’s quite a bit for a first timer.” Josh could only whimper pathetically as the cramps in his painfully distended stomach laid siege to his insides. “Now, I’m going to go freshen up a bit. You stay right there.” She kissed him on the forehead and sauntered away.

“You know, I was thinking…” Josh jumped in his bonds. He hadn’t even heard Alexandra return. He was so preoccupied with retaining the enema that he must have zoned out. He had no idea how long she had left him like this, but it felt like hours had passed. “What do you think would happen if I unhooked the tube from the enema bag and attached it to your gag?” Josh froze in fear, all thoughts of the pain suddenly gone. “How long do you think you could hold it? Would you release it if I wanted you to? If I asked you to?” She walked over and crouched down in front of his face. “You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?” The boy shook his head as much as he could. She couldn’t possibly want to do that to him. “Do you want to try it now? I could do it you know. You’ve been holding that enema for almost an hour and a half. I’m sure you have to go real bad.” She stared at him, feeding off his almost palpable fear. She smiled warmly, “I’ll tell you what, since I know you would do anything I asked you to, I’ll give you a rain check on that scenario…if you promise you’ll do it another time. You have to swear it to me. The sooner you do, the sooner you’ll get to go to the bathroom.”

Josh held out another ten minutes, shaking his head back and forth in disbelief. But the cramps returned, worse than before and he knew he couldn’t take much more. Finally, tears returning, Josh nodded his head in defeat. Alexandra clapped her hands like a giddy schoolgirl and quickly unlocked the boy’s gag, removing the foul PVC mouthpiece with a yank. “I need to hear you say it Josh. Tell me you mean it.” He knew this was serious. She had used his name instead of his jersey number. Her mood had finally passed and this was real. He had no time to work the stiffness out of his jaw as another wave of pain shot through his gut. He shuddered in his bonds as his need to evacuate his bowels became the only thing he cared about.

“Okay,” he gasped, “I’ll do what you want…please…”

“No, Josh, you have to do it because you want to do it.”

“Please Alex, I want to do it for you, to make you happy. I swear.”

“I believe you. And I love you so much.” She did not hesitate after the words were said. She untied his balls and removed all of his restraints. After helping him walk to the bathroom, she allowed him his privacy while he pulled out the dildo and relieved himself. After a long, hot shower, she helped him to get into bed. The lovemaking that followed was passionate and erotically charged by the night’s events. Alexandra fell asleep late into the night, her head resting on Josh’s chest.

Exhaustion finally took hold as Josh began to drift off. He put his arm over Alexandra’s soundly sleeping form. “I love you,” he whispered, deciding that he would not hesitate to give her what she truly wanted for her birthday.

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