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He looks into his eyes and and tenderly stroke his face cheek with the backside of his hand. "Of course I care. You might cause me trouble, but I still care about you very much." he tells. He then reaches for under the sink. and pulls out a familiar item for the fox boy. A big, red, enema bag. Alone with packets that will help him clean out, but would also make him cramp badly.
He fill up the bag to the brim and add two packets into the water. After a shake he hangs it on a hook that he usually hangs his bathrobe on, but does use it for the bag as well. He then goes tot he medicine cabinet and pulls out a tube of lube. Squeezing some onto his hand and spreads it on the decent size nozzle. "Please. Bend over and spread your cheeks for me." he tells in ordering tone that left no room for arguing. It was still calm, but the other would know that he was in some serious trouble.
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