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The Adventures of Enema-Boy: Managing in Quarantine
Ryan sat in the family room on his phone and with his laptop opened. “Damn it.” He was clearly frustrated. His dad was passing by.
“What’s up?”
“These professors have no clue. They figure we are on Zoom and all they do is just assign more work.” Ryan’s frustration was palpable.
“It’s been hard, hasn’t it?” Ryan’s father had watched his son go off to college only to be sent home due to the COVID pandemic. So much had changed. He realized his son’s frustration, actually, everyone in the Williamson home had. Ryan was not always that good at keeping his emotions under wrap. “You’re really pretty irritable and miserable,”
“This just sucks, more work to do, and nothing fun. Stuck at home.”
“You know, this isn’t just today. You’ve been getting more and more frustrated and irritable.”
“Yeah, I know.” Ryan looked up at his dad. They had a good relationship; both loved each other very much and had great respect for each other. It was a solid father-son relationship.
“You know, when you were younger you would get frustrated and irritable like this.”
“Yeah.” Ryan responded. It was true.
“We had a way that we took care of it.”
“Yeah, I know.” Ryan knew all to well. As a boy, he would be given regular enemas by his father. Initially, it was aimed at constipation, but with time Ryan’s father learned that when Ryan would get irritable, the enemas not only helped his constipation but were also a good way to adjust Ryan’s attitude.
“You didn’t like them at first, but they worked.” In the beginning, Ryan would put up quite a fuss. Everyone knew that Ryan didn’t want an enema. Many times, he would endure a significant spanking and then get his enema. Over the years, Ryan learned that when his father told him it was time for his enema, the best thing to do was to head up to his room and strip down. Fighting it only made things worse. Ryan also learned that the enemas weren’t that bad and with time, he actually began to like them and look forward to them. It became a secret of his. In fact, the enemas actually got him hard and there were many a time, after his enema, he would go into his room, lock the door, hop on his bed, and jerk off to an amazing orgasm. He was always scared to admit his love of enemas because he thought he would be judged as weird. But as he entered his teenage years and was given more freedom, he would actually get the enema bag out and give himself enemas when home alone, jerking off while he took them. Ryan’s thoughts were interrupted by his father.
“I think a good enema would do you well.” Just hearing the word, at his age, from his father, in the family room, sent shivers up his back and stirred those enema butterflies in his stomach he had gotten so accustomed to.
“Nah, I’m fine.” It had been a while since he had gotten an enema from his father.
“You know, that is what you used to say. But they always worked. You’ve been in this bad mood for most of the week. I think it is time we take care of it.”
Ryan knew where the conversation was going. He knew that once his father had made his mind up, the best thing to do was comply. He liked enemas, in fact, he still gave himself enemas, but it had been quite a while since he got one from his father. He was older, in college in fact. Getting an enema from his father would be so uncomfortable and embarrassing, and besides, there was the secret; he liked enemas and they got him so hard. He got erections when he was younger too, and his father told him not to mind them and that boys get erections all the time when they get an enema, but for Ryan, the enema had taken on a new life. It was a major source of sexual enjoyment and no longer a means of treating constipation. To get an enema from his dad now might expose his secret and be very humiliating.
“Let’s go, a good clean out will get you back on track. Besides, you don’t want a spanking, do you?”
Ryan looked up with a concerned face worried that his father was serious. How could he get a spanking at his age? But when he looked up at his dad, he saw the smile on his face. Ryan immediately knew he was joking. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then also realized that he was going to be getting an enema at his father’s hands and the best thing to do was to go along and try not to get too embarrassed.
“Now?” Ryan sked, hoping, one last chance, he could get out of it.
“Yep. As good a time as any. Upstairs and strip down.” Ryan knew those words all too well. He was expected to strip to his underpants and sox and present to his father’s bathroom. He also knew not to procrastinate. He had tried that when younger and it never worked either. When it was enema time, you best strip and present or face a spanking and then a tougher, soapy enema.
Ryan closed his laptop and put it on the table. He got up and started to follow his father to the stairs. Ryan liked lounging around the house in a T, sport shorts, and sox; there wouldn’t be a lot of clothes to remove. The problem though was that the growing erection in his shorts was also hard to hide. He causally moved his dick to try to conceal it but wasn’t sure if it made it better or worse.
What Ryan didn’t know is that his father was well aware of Ryan’s love of enemas. He recognized it when he would give Ryan his weekly enemas as a teen. It was not anything new for his father because he, himself, had the same reaction when he got enemas from his father. Enemas for boys were a well-known tradition in the Williamson family. Ryan’s grandfather gave both his sons regular enemas and from the sound of it, they were pretty intense and soapy. His uncle Jim was no stranger to them and Ryan’s cousins, Grant, and Brad, had also gotten them. When talking about enemas, Ryan became both anxious and excited. He noticed this when he and his cousins would compare notes about their familial enemas. He often wondered if Grant and Brad had the same relationship to enemas as he did.
Ryan went to his room while his father went into the master bath. Ryan could hear the water turn on. This was a drill Ryan was all too familiar with. He rubbed his front. He was definitely hard. He tried not to think about it. His took his shirt off. He looked at himself in the mirror. Despite the confinement of the pandemic, he had been able to stay in some shape and his muscles looked pretty good. His nylon sport shorts did little to hide his erection. He figured his father had seen the erection before and he thought, he’ll see it again. His father had told him that it was OK and not to worry about it. What option did he have? He put his fingers in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down. They fell tohis ankle and he stepped out of them, leaving him in his underpants and sox, the requisite enema uniform for a Williamson boy headed to the bathroom for his enema. Ryan had been in this state many times. He stepped out of the shorts and just left them. He threw his T on the bed. The room was the usual messiness with clothes deposited wherever they came off, bed un-made. It was a typical boy’s bedroom. Ryan reached inside his undies and grabbed his cock and gave it a stroke or two. It felt good. He also knew the enema would feel good. He headed to his father’s bedroom and then into the bathroom.
It was a big bathroom, probably not unusual for a suburban home of its size. His father was at the sink. The enema bag was on the vanity. The bottle of soap next to it and the KY next to that. His father was testing the water. He then picked up the bag, closed the hose clamp, and put the mouth of the bag under the faucet. The bag began to fill. Ryan watched as it did.
“How much are you going to give me?”
“Well, you bigger now, so a good amount. I want to make sure you are cleaned out.”
“Don’t be too generous. Some of those enemas you give can be quite tough.”
“Yes, I think you have told me that before, quite emphatically at times.”
Ryan watched as the bag filled, “That’s enough.”
His father looked at him. “Don’t be an enema crybaby. You can take a big boy enema.” His father had a way of knocking him down. As much as they were good buddies, it was clear his father was still the one with authority. Ryan knew not to push too much. He just wished his father would turn the faucet off. The enema bag was getting really full. “Here hold it.” He handed the bag to Ryan and reached for the bottle of soap. Ryan felt its weight and realized it was bigger than his usual enema.
“Not too much of that either.” Ryan was advocating for himself. His father paused and looked at him.
“That’s not for you to decide.” Ryan realized that he might have crossed the line.
“Yes sir.” Ryan knew he needed to keep his mouth shut and accept his fate. He watched as the soap entered the water and turned it milky white. His father took the wooden spoon kept for making enemas and disciplining Ryan and stirred the bag. A head of suds developed letting Ryan know this would be a strong, hot, and soapy enema. Once mixed, his father took the bag from Ryan and hung it on the hook that was used for giving enemas. Underneath it on the floor was spread a large terry cloth towel.
“OK, Strip down and in position.” These were words Ryan knew well, even though it had been some time since he had been in this position in front of the bulging bag with his father at the helm. He felt uncomfortable, His raging erection was quite prominent. How could his father not have noticed it? Sure, his dad had told him many times not to worry about it, but it was still embarrassing. Perhaps more embarrassing than the erection was Ryan’s secret love of enemas. He worried it was that fact that his father would uncover.
Ryan turned away trying to conceal it. He put his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and slid them down. His erection was released and stood at attention. He stepped out of the briefs and hung them on the hook as was the drill. He moved himself to his knees and elbow on the towel with his ass facing his father.
“All the way down son.” Ryan knew what was expected. He crossed his arms in front of him and lowered his shoulders and head to the floor. He looked up at the enema bag, a sight he had viewed many times in his growing up. Today’s bag though somehow looked bigger and more bulging. He worried he wouldn’t be able to take all of it. Ryan knew what was going to happen, as well as the expectation to take it all. He spread his knees a bit to allow his father access.
Ryan’s dad watched as Ryan stood in front of him, slid the briefs down, and then got into position. He was proud of Ryan and could not help but admire his son’s handsomeness. Ryan was athletic enough to produce definition. He had a tight bubble butt that had remained smooth. As his son got into position and spread his knees, his boyish rosebud came into view and there was that distinctive boy butt smell.
“Good boy” his father said as he put one hand on Ryan’s back and rubbed it. “This enema is going to help you feel better.”
“Yes Sir.” Ryan responded enjoying the time together and the closeness.
“When you were younger, your enemas always helped. Not that you wanted them. Some days you really gave me a run for my money, remember?”
“Yeah.” Ryan had gotten enemas a s far back as he could remember. In the beginning there would be fights. Of course, Ryan would always lose and frequently ended up with a butt the color of the enema bag. With time, they got better, and Ryan actually began to like them. It was about this time that he also started to get erections during them. This, of course, really frightened him. His father saw them and told his son, not to worry. Ryan increasingly developed a liking for them and then finally took the big step. When he was home alone as a teen, he actually got the bag out and gave himself an enema. That began a relationship with the bag that had continued. In fact, he had given himself an enema two days ago. Just, right now, naked in front of his dad, it seemed really weird.
His father lubed the nozzle and aimed it at the tub, opened the clamp and bled the air out. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Ryan curled his toes a bit and aimed his butt at his father. His father took the nozzle and touched it to Ryan’s anus. Ryan naturally contracted. “OK son, take a few breathes and open up. Let the nozzle in.” His father could hear the breathes and gently pushed the nozzle against the tight rosebud. With gentle pressure it started to invade Ryan and then was swallowed inside. His father could hear a small gasp as it did. “Good boy.” He rubbed Ryan’s back again. “Are you ready son?”
“Yes” Though that question was always weird. What if he said “No?” He would still have gotten the enema.
“Here we go.” Then there was the distinctive sound, CLICK. Ryan let his forehead lean on his folded arms. He waited. There was the usual pause, and then he felt it. The start of an enema was always weird. He would feel the nozzle inside him and then there would be a point of warmth inside him which would spread over his belly from the inside out. He would relax and let it happen. Ryan had learned to take enemas. He loved that feeling. It was very weird. Being in the knee-chest position and so exposed and vulnerable, he also felt a closeness. He wanted to take the enema and make his dad proud. More than that, he liked the whole process.
The enema flowed easily into Ryan. His father admired his son. He rubbed his son’s back. “You doing OK?”
“Yeah. Kind of feels good.”
“Yeah, you really needed this one.” His father rubbed Ryan’s butt and then moved to the inner thigh. He took hold of the nozzle and gently moved it in and out. Ryan let out an almost inaudible moan. His father extended his hand from the thigh to Ryan’s belly and gently rubbed it. As he did, his forearm came in contact with Ryan’s erection. As he rubbed Ryan’s belly, he was also inadvertently rubbing against Ryan’s penis. Ryan did not know if this was accidental or intentional, though he knew it felt great. He looked up at the bag. It was about half to three-quarters empty. He was feeling full.
“I’m getting full dad.”
“I’ll clamp for a bit. Take some short, quick breathes. You remember, pant like a doggy.” His father used to give him that advice when the enemas were particularly tough and gave him cramps. Ryan had taken enough that he knew all the options. He started to breathe as told and the bathroom was punctuated by Ryan’s ‘panting like a doggy.’
His father reached under again and rubbed his belly. “Good boy. Let that enema get in there and do its work.” Again, his forearm rubbed against Ryan’s cock. This time it did not seem so accidental. “Are you ready to restart it?”
“Yeah.” Ryan was ready to empty the bag. He again curled his toes and prepared to receive the rest of his enema. He was definitely full, and any cramps were what he had learned to call “good cramps.” A little discomfort wasn’t bad Ryan thought. He remembers the phrase, no pain, no gain. He liked taking enemas and would push his limits when he took them on his own. This enema was going in OK.
The bag gurgled empty. Ryan looked up and it was flat as a pancake. His father reached for the clamp and shut it off. “Let’s let it work. You doing OK?”
“Yeah, just the usual fullness and some mild cramping.”
“OK” His father again rubbed his back, butt and thigh. He reached up to Ryan’s belly and this time it was clear as he pressed against the belly, he also pressed against Ryan’s penis. His father moved his hand around while moving against the shaft and head of Ryan’s penis.
“Ryan, I want to help you. I know this quarantine has been hard. The enema is going to help you feel better.”
“Yes sir. I think it will.”
As he brought his hand back from Ryan’s belly, this time he stopped and took hold of the shaft of Ryan’s cock. “It’s OK son, just go with it.” Ryan felt his father gently stroke him. He didn’t know what to do. On one hand he was freaked out and on the other it felt so good. “Relax son, you need this.”
“Dad.” Ryan didn’t know what to say.
His father took hold of the nozzle and gently moved it in and out and coordinated it with stroking his son’s cock. “Just relax Ryan. We both know what enemas can do to a guy. Just let it happen. Cum for me. Let it out. Get the release you need.”
Ryan pressed his head against his forearms. He was being overwhelmed with so many different feelings. His belly was full from the hot soapy enema, the nozzle was in his ass and his dad was moving it back and forth. And his dad was now stroking his cock and he was almost ready to shoot. “Oh my God” was all he could say.
“It’s OK. Let it happen Ryan. Cum for me.” His father increased his efforts. He knew his son was totally turned on. He could see Ryan gently thrusting as he stroked him. His muscles would tighten and release. “That a boy.” His father gave him encouragement.
Ryan felt it happening. He would not have been able to stop it even if he wanted to. It started deep inside of him. “Ohhhh” he let out a groan. His muscles tightened more and then the eruption began. His father kept stroking him in synch with Ryan’s movement “Oh, oh, oh” and there was a final thrust and then the ejaculation occurred. It happened in a few squirts. Thick white cum shot out of his dick and hit the dark towel making mound of cum. “Oh my God” his voice now an octave or two higher as he had his release. It just kept coming out. His father kept stroking. Ryan got to that point where it hurts to keep stroking and he moved his hand to his father’s to signal to stop it. Ryan was panting hard and trying to recover. His belly was full of hot, soapy enemas, and he had just shot one of the most amazing loads. He needed time to recover. His father just rubbed his back.
“Good boy. You needed that.”
“Oh my God” was all Ryan could get out. His breathing was starting to come back to normal. He lifted his head up. He didn’t know what else to say. As he pulled himself together, he started to have overwhelming thoughts going through his mind. What the hell just happened? He was about to panic. His father touched him and rubbed his back. Ryan jumped a bit.
“It’s OK son. It’s all normal. You’re OK.”
“Dad…”
“I know. You’re OK.” His dad knew that it would be hard for Ryan to fully pull it all together. But his father knew of Ryan’s love of enemas, and even knew that he would take them on his own. It was nothing new for his father, who himself did the same thing. It seemed that all the Williamson men had a relationship with the red bag. It wasn’t always talked about but amongst the men, it was known. Focusing on his son, he asked, “Do you need to release?”
“Yeah. It’s getting strong.” Ryan’s father removed the nozzle. Ryan got up and pivoted himself to the toilet and sat down. He bent forward with his elbows on his thighs and then it started. There was a large release of enema water, punctuated with some poop. Ryan’s dad folded the towel over to cover the mounds of cum that Ryan had delivered. There was a pause and then another torrent.
“You doing OK? Cramps?”
“I’m OK, just the usual enema stuff.” He made a grimace and then another burst came out. Ryan had come to know that the enemas his father gave him were always very successful at cleaning him out. He wasn’t sure if it was the type of soap or how much soap had been added, or the volume he gave him, but Ryan knew when he finished, his belly would be flat, and he would not shit for a day or two. His dad moved and sat on the tub edge across from Ryan.
“You like them, don’t you?”
Ryan wasn’t sure what to say. He lowered his had and looked at the floor. After a pause, he responded, “yes” still looking at the floor and embarrassed to look at his dad.
“I know.” There was a pause. Neither man knew what exactly to say. It was a shared moment. “You didn’t always. When you were younger, you would really fight me. I remember once when I had to get Uncle Jim to help.”
“Yeah, I remember that one, and didn’t you also have to go help Uncle Jim when he gave them to Brad.”
“Yeah. He really hated them. He got his fair share of spanking over not taking them, but then he learned, too.”
“They’re really not that bad, as long as they don’t cramp to bad.”
“I know you take them.”
“What?” Ryan was close to being mortified.
“Don’t worry. It’s OK. They are good for you. In fact, I’m happy you do.”
“Really?
“Yeah. I take them too. It is kind of a Williamson Men thing.” They both started to chuckle.
Ryan thought a moment. “Yeah, I guess.” He paused, and then added, “though I doubt Brad does.” And, after another pause, “Grant definitely does.”
His dad looked at Ryan. “If you ever want me to give you one, you know you can ask me.”
“Now I do.” Ryan responded still trying to completely understand what had just happened.
“How about I get another one ready for you?”
Ryan had been looking down ad he continued to expel what he had just taken. “What? No.” He paused and then looked up at his dad. “That one really did the trick.”
“Yeah, got you cleaned out, totally cleaned out.” His dad smiled at him. He tousled his son’s hair as he got up, “You’re a good boy Ryan.”