I was so happy to receive this boy’s gift. The enema solution was now stronger. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. It was one of those rainy summer days you just don’t want to leave the house. “Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will take the best care of you!” I answered. But I was not done. I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of shitty liquid splashed all over my cock and balls, brown droplets flying all over the place. He never said a word, he knew his destiny. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his face right on the cold bathtub floor, his head toward the sloping side while his ass right where the drain hole was under the showerhead. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would make him feel better.
