Logan's eyes dart nervously around the studio. He's new here, and the producer has a reputation. Without warning, Logan is tied to a chair, his pants around his ankles. A large enema bag swings above him, filled with warm, sudsy water. The producer grins, "This will help you relax, boy." The tube is inserted, and Logan gasps as the water begins to fill him. His hole clenches, trying to hold it in, but it's no use. The producer watches, jerking off, as Logan's body tenses and releases, the water gushing out, leaving Logan panting and humiliated, yet undeniably aroused.