Snapping on a pair of gloves she asked the first woman his temperature. Who reported that it was within range and stepped to the side. The second woman looked into his eyes, the iris encircled by a strange metallic band.

“There are several ways that this can go, boy. Very few of them are likely to be what you would consider pleasant… but there are ways to make them less unpleasant. That depends entirely on you. I will not repeat myself. If I give instruction I expect it to be followed without hesitation or question. If you do not listen and follow instructions you have no one but yourself to blame for the level of your discomfort.”

Continuing to look into his eyes she applied lubricant to the index and middle finger of her right hand. She leaned over him and he tensed as her fingers touched him there. B was whimpering while her fingers roughly probed at his little hole. She whispered so that only he could hear, “You should have read all those forms, boy. Then you wouldn’t look so confused right now. Doesn’t matter though. You are ours now. Deep breath and push out.”

Entranced by her eyes and words…. and also trying to remember what the hell he signed— he failed to follow either of the instructions given him. B choked on his own spit when a gasping squeal ripped from his throat as both her fingers invaded his body. The pain in his backside overtook him with the forcefulness of her pushing past his clenched muscle penetrating his little hole. A sharp pain throbbed in his bottom as his anal ring stretched. She pushed both fingers deeper into him until the knuckles of her hand were right up against his bottom. She paid no mind to his cries and spastic clenching. He groaned and began to pant as he endured this forceful invasion. She firmly massaged his anal muscle as he began shudder and sweat. Her fingertips grazed his prostate once or twice and sent some very confusing signals to his penis.

His humiliation burned bright in his cheeks as his now semi erect penis began to ooze. He was not enjoying this! How could this happen? In front of these two women doing such terrible things to him!

“He’s warming up to us” the authoritative woman remarked as she removed her fingers from his back passage. The first woman laughed and replied, “We will see how warmly he’s feeling after this next part”.

She looked him in the eyes again, “Deep breaths, boy. Remember to stay relaxed. I am being gentle with you believe it or not”.

Without saying anything more, she disappeared between his legs. He felt the first woman grab his hand with both of hers to comfort him just before he felt some new foreign object pressing against his previously virginal hole. He began to pant and whimper as it started to enter him, but the woman holding his hand began to rub his hair shushing him.

She reminded him to control his breathing as she looked into his eyes and so he did. She asked him to try to relax so the object can pass easier… so he tried. Only tensing again when another sharp pain rippled through his bottom as his muscle was forced open to accept the widest part of the double balloon nozzle being pushed inside him.

Still trying to relax because for some reason he feels a deep need to please the woman stroking his hair, he grunts softly as the inner balloon is inflated. He can feel it stretching his rectum and putting an odd pressure on his sphincter from within causing him to feel like he is going to mess himself. As this thought surfaces his breathing quickens and a new wave of humiliation flushed over him. He did not want either of these women, or anyone, to see him loose his bowels.

With a soft tone she reminds him to slow his breathing. As he does, the second balloon is inflated. Now pressed tightly against his hole from the outside. He whimpers softly as his hole throbs from the intense pressure of the balloons on either side of his back door.

“Alleyoop”, the woman tending to his bottom says. He hears a click and then a rush of warm fluid charges into his bowels unhindered. He wails in surprise. At first his whole body tensed trying to fight the intrusive liquid, struggling against his restraints. Try as he might to stop this torturous invasion— his body quickly went limp both from the mounting pressure in his gut as his bottom continued to be filled up with some unknown substance….

As well as from the hard realization that he was truly helpless. No one was coming to save him. No one would even be concerned they had not heard from him for at least 90 days.