"Please Don't Make Me Take the Whole Bag."
I sat on the edge of the bed wearing only my white jockey shorts. From the adjoining bathroom, I could hear the running water and the preparations for my enema. At the same time, I felt very excited and very scared. It wasn’t my first enema, but it was the first one that I would receive from another guy. I guess I should take a few steps back to explain.
As a recent college graduate, at the young age of 23, I had just moved to the city to attend professional school. In college, I had dated some girls, but it was really the boys who kept my attention and filled my fantasies. More so, what really turned me on sexually were enemas. I really felt weird. By all other standards, I was a normal, healthy guy. I had experimented in giving myself enemas and found I always got a hard on and would orgasm. I had never shared these very private fantasies with anyone else, let alone get involved.
Having moved to the city, I decided to seek out some social life and explore my sexuality. I was shocked when, as I was going though the classified section on the local gay news, I saw the following ad, “Need to be cleaned out? I will give you an enema for pleasure or punishment.” I couldn’t get it out of my mind, someone else who liked enemas. Maybe I wasn’t that weird. I mustered up the courage and called. The male voice on the other end introduced himself as Chris. He was easy to talk to. For the first time, I was able to openly talk about my erotic interest in enemas. He was about ten years my senior, stable, and had a good job. He didn’t push me; I guess he knew how anxious I was. He was going to be away on a business trip for the next few days and we agreed to talk when he returned. Needless to say, those days seemed to take forever. When we did talk the second time, he was still real easy to talk to. I shared my interests and fantasies. He finally said to me, “It sounds like we should get together and let me give you an enema.” My heart sunk. I said yes, but was really anxious. We made plans for me to go over that Saturday afternoon for what would be my first enema session with a guy.
So there I was, wearing only my white jockey shorts, waiting for my enema. Chris walked into the bedroom. In his right hand, he held the bulging enema bag and nozzle. Swaying freely below the bag was the tubing. He was handsome, and wore only navy sport shorts. His body was muscular but not overly athletic. His chest was smooth and he had only moderate hair on his arms and legs. He was clean cut and had a preppy look to him. I later learned that he had spent 12 years at a prep school.
He hung the bag on a coat hook mounted on the wall next to the bed. It was at just the right height to give an enema. A straight back chair was in easy reach. He draped the tubing over the hook. The nozzle was in clear sight, poised and ready to deliver the bag’s soapy contents. I looked at it. It was bigger than the regular douche tip I was used to and it had a bulbous end. Would I be able to take it in my rectum? On the bed, next to me were a folded fluffy blue terry towel, a jar of Vaseline, and a Kleenex box. Next to the bed was a small plastic trashcan.
Chris sat on the straight back chair and took the towel, opened it up and placed it over his lap. “Ok, big boy, it’s time for your enema. Come on over.” I stood up and went over to him. He touched my now growing pouch. “It looks like somebody wants an enema.”
“Yes sir.” I said.
He put his hands inside the elastic waistband of my underpants and lowered them down over my erection and buttocks. They easily fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them, folded them, and put them on the bed. He took my penis in his hand and began to stroke it. It grew even bigger to a full erection. I was caught between looking at the bulging enema bag with soapsuds at the top and feeling Chris stroking me. My heart was pounding almost out of my chest. I really wanted him to give me the enema.
“Are you going to be a big boy and take the whole bag?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Are you going to ask me to give you the enema?”
“I really want the enema. I promise, I’ll be a big boy.”
“Hand me the nozzle,” he told me. I reached over to the bag and took the nozzle and handed it to him. The tip seemed big.
“I want you to lie over my lap,” he instructed me. I started to lean over him lowering myself to his towel covered lap. My arms and head came to rest on the floor. He adjusted his legs a bit and I felt myself move forward with my ass ending straight up in the air, very exposed. I was so vulnerable. I was completely naked, lying over a handsome man’s lap about to be given an enema. The contrast between the warmth of his towel covered lap on my stomach and groin and the cool air on my exposed buttocks, back, and legs was evident. As I looked over my right shoulder, I saw the bulging enema bag ready to deliver its soapy content into me.
Up until this time, all of my enemas were plain tap water ones. This would be my first soapsuds enema. Chris had told me that it would really clean me out and that I may have a few cramps but they would be, “For the good of the cause.”
At this point, I didn’t have a choice. I was going to be given the enema. On one hand I completely trusted Chris, but on the other hand, I was scared. What if I couldn’t hold the enema? What if I got cramps? I said to myself, “You’re a big boy and can take the whole bag.” Chris took his hand and rubbed my back up to my shoulders, giving them a squeeze before working his way back down. He them rubbed my legs, paying attention to my inner thighs.
“I’m going to insert the nozzle. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I managed to get out, still very scared.
I felt my ass cheeks being spread and the cool tip of the nozzle touching my anus. I felt Chris exert the pressure, and my anus surrendering to the nozzle. It felt big going in past the sphincter but quite pleasant when it came to rest in my rectum. Chris moved it in and out a bit to help me get used to it. “How are you doing?” he asked.
“OK. It feels good.” Actually, I liked the feeling of the tip in my rectum a lot.
“I’m going to start the enema. Are you ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Now remember, you need to take the whole bag for it to work. Are you going to be a big boy and take it all?”
“Yes sir.”
“Are you going to tell me how much you want this enema?”
“Please help me take my enema. I really want to take the whole bag so it cleans me out.”
“You will be nice and clean. I’m going to start the flow.” With that, I heard that dull metallic click that signals the start of an enema. I heard a soft gurgle, and then felt the warmth at my anus moving inside of me up my rectum and into my colon. I was taking a soapy enema. As I lay there, my penis was fully erect. It rubbed against the towel as I lay over Chris’s lap. He was handsome, yet masculine, strong and determined, but gentle and kind. I worried whether I would shoot my load.
The water kept flowing. I looked at the bag suspended above my body wondering how much was in the bag and whether I would be able to hold the whole enema.
“You’re doing great,” Chris said as he continued to intermittently run his hands over my back and legs. Occasionally he would play with the nozzle in my rectum. I would clamp my sphincter on the nozzle and feel a surge in my penis like it grew another inch.
“You’re taking the enema like a big boy,” he continued to reassure me.
It was about that time that I started to feel full. “I’m feeling full,” I said.
“OK. I’ll stop it for a little and let you get used to it.” I heard the clamp shut. Chris rubbed my buttocks and back again. “You’re doing real well. I want you to take the whole bag; otherwise, I’ll have to give you more enemas to clean you out.”
“I’ll be a good boy and take it all, I promise.”
“OK, I’m going to start the water again,” Chris said and again I heard the metallic click signaling the re-start of the enema.
The bag was about half-empty. I knew I could take it. I really wanted to, at least. But I was feeling fuller.
“I’m really feeling full. I don’t know if I can take the whole bag.”
“Yes you can. Take some quick breathes through your mouth. I really want you to take the whole bag. Come on, be a big boy.”
“I promise, I’ll be a good boy and take the whole enema.” I was really full and started to feels some cramps.
“Please don’t make me take the whole bag. I promise I’ll take another enema. Just stop.”
“No deal! You need to take your enema like a big boy. You just have a little left and it will be all over. You’re doing well.” Chris moved the nozzle in and out a bit which took my mind off the enema and helped me focus on the great feeling in my ass.
I heard a soft gurgle, and looked back at the bag. It was flat. I did it. I took the whole soapy enema. But, boy was I full. Chris clamped the tube shut.
“OK. Let’s let the enema work.”
“I really have to go.”
“No you don’t. I want to make sure you are clean inside. Try to hold it as long as you can. You’ve done so well.”
Despite my best efforts, I did have to go. Chris took the nozzle out. I gingerly got up and worked my way to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Very quickly the soapy water started to come out. It was warm. As I released it, the flow was punctuated by pieces of stool. It was clear that I was getting cleaned out.
Shortly thereafter, Chris came into the bathroom. He was carrying the empty enema bag which he hung on the shower curtain rod. It was like a prize for a job well done.
“You did great!” He said tussling my hair and rubbing my shoulders. He sat down on the edge of the tub and stayed with me while I expelled the enema. With time we started to talk a little more. I continued to expel the enema and everything in my colon.
Chris then got up and went to the sink. He opened a drawer of the vanity and pulled out a short tube that had what looked like two balloons near the one end. I later learned this was a bardex nozzle. He turned the water on again, and got the empty enema bag from the shower curtain rod. “Are you getting another enema ready?” I asked.
“Yup. Now that you’re clean, it’s time to give you a real enema.”