The Man then led me over to the edge of the dirt road and told me to squat down, he went back to the car and returned with a small video camera and a tripod. He set up the device near me then told me to spread my cheeks wide and let the water out. I tried to, but the large dead of the still inserted dildo coupled with embarrassment about being watched (and videotaped) prevented even the smallest escape of the caustic fluid churning inside me. He asked me what was wrong and I told him that I couldn’t go with the dildo in and him watching. He chuckled and told me that I would sooner or later. After another minute or so of grunting and pushing he went to the car and returned with a small bucket in one hand and what looked to me like the pump on my fathers outboard boat motor with tubes attached to both ends, one of them ending in a small black enema nozzle. Although I now know that this device was a home made Higginson syringe, I had no idea what it was to be used for at that time. My eyes must have widened, because he smiled and told me not to worry. He just thought perhaps I needed some more water. I shook my head and tried to tell him that there was already too much water in my small body but that only seemed to amuse him further. He knelt down and somehow slipped the slim nozzle in my already crowded hole. I peered over my shoulder as he began to slowly pump the bulb, forcing more and more water deeply inside me. I began to cramp and he must have sensed it, because he then began to squeeze harder and faster. Before I could protest though I felt a trickle of cool water then a short, sharp pain as the dildo, the nozzle and torrents of water began to gush out of me. He moved back to the tripod to focus or zoom or something. At this point I really didn’t care. I felt as if my guts were being turned inside out as the soapy water poured out. After a few gushes, feces began to come as well. He must not have cared for this because he moved the camera so it was pointing towards the back of the car and paid no attention to me. When I was finally done, although I felt spent, I was also incredibly relaxed, both from the orgasms and the enema. He asked if I felt better and I told him I did, but was tired now. He told me to climb up in the back seat and have a rest. As I was getting in, I noticed he had retrieved the thermometer and KY and was coming toward me. He told me to turn on my side and face away from him. The drug he had given me earlier must have still been working because, spent as I was, I felt that familiar tingling ‘down there’ as I watched him with the instrument. As before, he squeezed a small amount of the gel onto his finger, spread my cheeks and proceeded to thoroughly lube and massage my anus, getting me rock hard once again. He then inserted the thermometer and told me to rest a bit while he went for a walk. Thermometers have always made me horny and this time was no exception. I began to play with the glass rod, moving it in and out and spinning it around. After a few minutes I became kind of bored with this game and noticed that he had left open the box that held his sex toys. I peered into the multi-layered tackle box-style container and noticed that he had a lot of toys. Many of these I had no idea of the intended purpose, but I spied a couple that piqued my interest. One of these was a long, thin dildo/vibrator with what looked like a ring of ball bearings around parts of it and a wired remote control. I looked around for The Man and, not seeing him, picked up the device and tried the controls. It not only vibrated, but spun, moved and heated up, I couldn’t resist and slipped the device into my anus gingerly. It was great but made a fair amount of noise. I feared I would be caught using it, so turned it off, cleaned it and put it away. The next toy I picked up was a black, smooth strange looking dildo. It reminded me of our neighbors horses dick, except much smaller. It was fairly large (at least for me) with a slanted plum head larger than the dildo I’d had earlier. I was pretty sure I couldn’t get it in, but pressed it against my anus anyway. I’m not sure if it was the smooth silicone it was made from, or because my anus was more relaxed than it had ever been, but the mini horse dick began to slide in, (I found out years later that it was a mini-rider horse dildo from zeta creations, yes they really make those). I put it in up near the end of the head and stopped because it was getting too large. I then heard a noise outside the car and sat up quickly. I instantly knew that this would turn out to be a huge mistake as I felt a sudden sharp pain and heard a slurping sound as the large head popped inside me. I let out a yelp and laid back down. I reached for the base of the toy and tried to pull it out, but it was no use, it was stuck fast. At about this time, I heard the footsteps of The Man approaching and my heart leaped. I panicked and quickly covered myself with a blanket, pretending to be asleep. I heard The Man approach and clear his throat. I opened my eyes a crack to see him holding the thermometer I’d casually left near the tailgate. He asked me why I had removed it and I tried to make up a lame excuse about not wanting to roll over on it. He saw right through that one. He then reached out and whipped the blanket from my nude body revealing my accidental impalement. He laughed loudly and said that I should have told him I wanted to try that one out. I was relieved that he wasn’t angry until I noticed him refilling the pink bag he’d used on my earlier and told me to take the animal dildo out because it was time for another enema. I sheepishly told him that I couldn’t do that because it was stuck. He told me to get out of the car and stand by the back bumper. I did as he asked, but felt really silly walking around dragging 8 inches or so of black silicone behind me. He had me bend over the bumper and spread my cheeks. I thought he knew a secret to remove it, perhaps a hidden valve I thought. My hopes soon turned to sheer embarrassment as I looked behind me to see him adjusting his camera to capture this latest development. After laughing some more he took a closer look and attempted to pull the huge thing from my rear-end. I yipped and yelped a bit and he pronounced it “really stuck”. I began to imagine a life filled with very large pants and showering with a towel on in PE class. He told me not to worry he had just the thing. After rummaging in his box of tricks for a few moments he produced a small bottle of mineral oil, a child sized blue bulb syringe with a rubber tip (an ear syringe)and an object which I’ve seldom seen since, a Fleet Bisacodyl enema. This was the smallest Fleet I’d ever seen (1. 25 oz, I looked it up). He told me that the oil would make it slippery and the enema would help me push it out. At that point I would have tried about anything to get the huge object out of my formerly small rectum. He proceeded to fill the small blue bulb with the oil and inject several of these gently around the dildo, he then attached a small, thin, red rubber tube to the enema. I asked him why I needed that, and he told me that he had to get the medicine above where the oil was or it wouldn’t’ work. He tried to be gentle as he inserted the tube, but it still hurt. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard him squeeze the tiny enema rapidly. He removed the tip from the hose and gently blew into the tube, clearing it as he slid it out. At first I felt nothing, but after a few minutes, I felt like I had to go as I’d never gone before. I squatted and strained, and nothing happened. The head was still lodged tightly and painfully in my stressed anus. I began to get cramps about then and started to feel sick. He told me to take deep breaths and relax. I tried to and finally, after several lung fulls, I felt a little better. He seemed to sense my distress and brought a small brown glass bottle over to me. He removed the cap, placed it under my nose and told me to breathe deeply. It smelled like rubber cement to me and made me kind of dizzy, no really dizzy. All of a sudden, I felt a tremendous head rush and heard rather than felt the silicone dildo fall from my rectum and plop on the ground. I quickly recovered from my dizziness, although my anus remained open for a bit and streams of oil and laxative poured down my legs as I stood up. I asked him what he’d given me and he said it was “rush”. He told me that it relaxed certain muscles in the body like the anus. I was relieved but wondered why he hadn’t used it in the first place before filling my already irritated rectum with more chemicals. I didn’t have time to ask him however as I felt another cramping wave in my lower bowels. After a while, my stomach began to settle down and I released material from inside me that I didn’t’ even know I had. I finally felt I was about done when I noticed him refilling the large enema bag and hanging it from the tailgate. He also retrieved the switch he’d used on my earlier and without saying a word pointed to the rear of the car. Another enema was about the last thing I wanted, but I knew from his demeanor that I probably shouldn’t argue about this one. With my head down, (but surprisingly, my little dick starting to sprout yet again abit), I took my place at the rear of the hatchback. I turned my head and spied the bulging bag and was about to let out a little sigh when a stinging smack came down across my bottom. I immediately got fully hard as I watched him raise the switch for another blow. Thus ends The Man(Part II) stay tuned for Pt III in the future Take care and, as always Tailz Up!! Equitube