No

As tempting as it was to go ahead and use the gold card, Steve had a sinking gut feeling that he should hold onto it. He was probably going to need it more down the road. So he found himself reaching for the four top cards of the deck and brought them to his face to begin to read.

"Natural Submission: It just feels natural to submit doesn't it. Points: 13."

"Hey, my new **** needs that card, don't you ****-y" Johnny laughed. Steve found himself agreeing with a nodding head, even though he didn't really agree, or did he. He put that card down and read the next one.

"Kink: Dirty Asshole: The only thing better than an Asshole is a dirty Asshole. Points: 12."

"That's just down right sick" Johnny commented again.

"This whole game has been sick" Chad added.

"True, but look at it this way Steve, Johnny is an outright asshole and he can be pretty dirty, so you obviously already like dirty assholes" Benny said.

"Hey that's not funny Pig Nose"

Steve ignored them as he looked at his next card which was even worse. "Backwards Digestion: With a backwards digestive tract you shove food up your ass and shit it out your mouth. Points: 20." Steve couldn't help but gag at just the thought of what that card meant. This game just kept getting worse by the minute.

He pushed the disgusting thought of that last card out of his mind and was left with the final of the four cards. "Enema: Let's get your ass good a clean, and lets see how much water you can take up there. Points: 16."

Steve had heard of enema's before, but that didn't mean he wanted one. But knowing this game he wasn't going to have a choice.

There was a cracking sound and all the players turned their attention to a tile on the floor which shattered as a fire-man's hose erupted out from the hole it had just made. The hose seemed to be alive, slithering like a snake towards Steve, and there was no way Steve was going to let that thing even close to his ass. He darted from his chair and ran, and when he realized he had actually managed to get off his chair he was shocked.

Running did him no good, the hose was smart and too fast for him and wrapped itself around his leg, tripping him and causing him to fall face forwards. The hose continued on, the steel nozzle poking its way under his boxer and shorts band. It then without any preparation or hesitation inserted itself very slightly into Steve's rear.

Steve tried to get up, to get away, but the hose wouldn't let him, it had him trapped. Then things got ten times worse as the hose suddenly turned on and started pumping cold water into Steve's passage. The feeling wasn't nearly as bad as Steve had feared during the first few seconds. But as the water found itself starting to fill up his insides, it started pushing his anal walls apart to make room for itself. It suddenly felt like his insides were being ballooned out by water and the pressure it was causing was indescribably excruciating.

He had no ideal how much water had been pumped into his ass but it felt like hundreds of gallons. He had no ideal how his ass was going to fit any more when suddenly the water stopped. The nozzle remained in place for a few seconds more before it removed itself and slithered its way out of his pants and back to the hole it had made in the floor, leaving Steve there with an asshole filled to the brim with water.

Steve knew he wouldn't be able to hold all this water in, nor did he want to. But if he expelled it right now he was going to soak his shorts and boxers, so he needed to get those off. He didn't even care at the moment that all eyes were on him.

He reached back and grabbed a hold of his shorts and started to pull them down. He didn't get very far though when his asshole gave out on him and the water flooded out of his anus, soaking his hands, shorts and boxers in the dirty water.

When the water was all the way expelled from his ass he finished removing his pants and boxers while trying not to break down in sobs. He discarded the soaked clothing on the floor and stood up, his groin and ass visible to the entire room. He would rather be showing his junk, with its bush of pink pubic hair than to be stuck in those filthy wet clothes.

Realizing he wasn't stuck in the chair any more he ran for the door. This was his chance to escape, to get help. But the door was locked and no matter how much he pushed and kicked at it, it wasn't budging. The door was their only way in and out, there wasn't even any windows to this room. But he wasn't going to give up trying.

He tried a few minutes longer before he found his sudden found freedom yanked from him again. It was like his body became possessed as it took him back to that seat. He tried to fight it but he couldn't it, and he ended up with the fucking die back in his hand rolling it.