Kolya paced around his apartment, feeling a boiling rage simmer just below the surface. He had always considered himself a patient man, but Artem's betrayal had pushed him to his limits. No, he thought, it's time to teach him a lesson.
Kolya strode into the bathroom, his mind made up. He rummaged through the cabinet, pulling out a enema bag and a small container of hot pepper. With a wicked grin, he began to mix the two, creating a concoction that would surely get Artem's attention.
As he worked, the bathroom door creaked open and Artem stepped inside. "Hey there, lover," he said, his tone light and teasing. He spotted the enema on the counter and raised an eyebrow. "Planning on taking a detour to the proctologist's office?"
Kolya clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin. "Bend over and take your punishment," he growled.
Artem's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Oh, I see. This is some kind of kinky role-play thing, right?" He winked at Kolya and bent over, bracing himself against the counter.
Kolya's expression was stone-cold as he approached Artem, the enema in hand. He gave no warning as he applied the mixture, watching as Artem's eyes widened in surprise.
It only took a few seconds for the burning sensation to set in. Artem's face twisted in discomfort, but he tried to maintain his composure. "Well, this is certainly... different," he said, his voice strained.
Kolya crossed his arms, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Hold it in for a few minutes."
Artem shifted uncomfortably, the heat spreading through his body. "Come on, Kolya. This isn't funny anymore. Let me release it."
Kolya shook his head. "You have to hold it in for at least 10 minutes."
Artem's desperation grew as the minutes ticked by. He pleaded with Kolya, offering anything in exchange for relief. But Kolya remained unmoved, enjoying the power dynamic.
Finally, Artem broke. "Please, Kolya. I'm begging you. I won't betray you again. Just let me release it."
Kolya's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Good boy," he said, patting Artem on the head. "You've earned your release."
Artem straightened up, his face flushed with relief. He glared at Kolya, but there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. "You're a cruel son of a bitch, you know that?"
Kolya chuckled. "Yes, but you love it."
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