Since childhood, I developed a habit of sneaking into neighbors' homes and secretly peeing and pooping in their rooms. I kept it a secret, enjoying it as my own private thrill. One day, I gave in to the urge and started peeing with my bottom exposed—only to be caught by the homeowner. He promised not to tell my parents, but in return, I had to obey his commands. Stripped naked, my rear hole was inspected as a thick finger was inserted inside, triggering a strange sensation. The confusing feelings overwhelmed me, leaving me indescribably ashamed afterward.