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   Ethan was walking along the dusty road to a bar near his house to go for
a job he called about on the phone.  He badly damaged his friend's
motorcycle whilst drunk so he had to pay him $200 for repairs or else his
friend would tell his mom.  He couldn't let this happen.  He was fifteen,
his mom would kill him for drink driving a motorcycle.  He walked in
through the front do and was faced with loud music and a stench of
cigarette smoke.  He made his way over the bar to ask the women behind it
about the job.  "You must be Ethan" she said, "I'm Cathy".  She was a
short, fat lady with a round face and long black hair.  "Yes I am" he
replied with an awkward smile.  "Follow me" she said, gesturing him to
follow her through a door behind the bar into a an office.  The both sat
down in battered office chairs.  "So what experience d'ya have as a rent
boy?" She asked abruptly.  "Not really?" Ethan had no idea what that was
when he was asked over the phone.  He assumed it just meant a guy you could
hire for some part time odd jobs.  He didn't want to argue over the phone
in case he lost the job.  He was given a week to pay back the $200 and he
only had 4 days left.  "That's alright" Cathy said with a friendly smile, "
just head outside that back door there , use the hose to rinse out ya
asshole nice and clean and come meet me upstairs in room 2".  Ethan went
cold and stuttered to get words out.  "What?  What do you mean?  Why?". 
"Ya do know what rent boy is, right?".  Ethan shook his head.  "Basically
you're a young male prostitute".  Ethan still didn't know what to do, he
didn't want to do this but he needed that money.  So he stood up, said
"alright", and headed out the back door.  Outside it was beginning to get
cold and he felt himself shivering.  He dropped his pants, squatted down,
grabbed the hose, placed the end up against his tight sphincter, and used
the other end to reach up and turn on the faucet.  A jet of ice cold water
forced its way up into his anus, expanding it like a water balloon.  When
felt full he moved his ass over to the drain and squirted out the contents.