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The Adventures of Enema-Boy: The Bardex
Ryan’s phone buzzed. He glanced over at it and saw it was another one of Grant’s cryptic messages, “It’s arrived!” Before Ryan could respond, another text from Grant arrived. This time it was a picture. It was the Bardex double balloon nozzle that both boys had been waiting for. Another text followed, in usual Grant style, “Wanna play?”
Both boys, cousins, were home from college for the summer. Their already tight bond was made stronger after a fateful day together earlier in the summer. To understand, some background information is necessary. There has been a long tradition in the Williamson family. Boys are raised firmly. Part of that discipline involves the use of weekly hot, soapy enemas. The tradition goes far back, and no one knows exactly who, how, or why it started. It is chalked up to the old-fashioned belief about the importance of good bowel health. Good bowel health was thought to improve attitude and prevent or treat a boy’s cocky, disagreeable dispositions. Regardless of the reasons, Williamson boys are raised with the weekly soapsuds enema. Ryan, Grant, and Grant’s brother, Brad, all got them. The practice usually continues until the boys go off to college. Most Williamson boys detest the enemas but learn to put up with them. Some boys, whether they want to admit it or not, actually like them. For many, it is an embarrassing, humiliating, and crampy painful ordeal. Ryan and Grant are two of whom, despite the challenges, developed a liking of them, and even became obsessed with them and became sexually turned on by them. In the Williamson family the enemas are rarely talked about even though everyone knows about them. Grant, having taken a liking to them, decided to push the envelope, first with his brother Brad, and then with their cousin Ryan. It happened one weekend when both sets of parents went upstate to visit the grandparents and the boys were home alone. They got together and had what could essentially be called an orgy involving enemas and fucking. The next morning, after having fun the night before, Brad left the house to play lacrosse with his buddies. Ryan and Grant, then alone, started to talk. They discovered their mutual enjoyment of enemas. This led them to explore their shared interest. They would get together when they had free and alone time and would text each other regularly. They would connect, meet, give each other enemas, and get each other off. As the summer progressed, they learned each other’s schedule and meetings for play time became much more seamless. Being tech savvy, they started to explore and found an underworld of enema fetish websites, learning about techniques, solutions, equipment, positions, and probably way more than they ever thought existed. One piece of equipment that caught their eye was the double balloon nozzle, the so-called Bardex nozzle. Both boys agreed that they wanted it up their ass giving them an enema. Through their investigation, they were directed to a German website that sold them and luckily Grant, having studied German in high school and now in college, was able to navigate it, identify what they wanted, and order it. The boys were nervous in doing so but, like kids in a candy shop, felt expectant until the day the nozzles arrived. That day was here.
Ryan didn’t waste time. He jumped on his bike and rode to Grant’s house, only a few blocks away. He pulled around back and could see Grant in the kitchen. The door was open, and Ryan went in. There, sitting on the kitchen table, were the two tan latex nozzles; they were sold as twosome, perfect for each boy to have his own. Attached to each nozzle were two black inflation bulbs. Ryan went up to them almost ignoring Grant. He picked one up. It was smooth. The balloons were interesting. The nozzle part of it did not look all that big but the balloons clearly would seal off the rectum. “Wow!” Ryan was a kid with a new toy.
Grant came over to him, “Yeah, looks good, doesn’t it.”
“Yeah.” Ryan responded and then took hold of one of the inflation bulbs and started to squeeze it. There was a hissing noise, and the bulb did not swell.
“You have to close the valve.” Grant had obviously done exactly what Ryan was doing.
Ryan closed the valve and gave the bulb a few squeezes and noticed how the balloon inflated turning into a tennis ball shaped globe. He took the other inflation bulb and repeated the exercise. The second bulb inflated like the first. Both boys looked at the nozzle. “Wow” Ryan said. “That’s going to do its job.” He began to wrap his mind around the thought of the nozzle being inserted into his rectum and then the balloons being inflated. Part of him desperately wanted it inside himself, and another part had a twinge of fear of how he would ever get it in and whether it would hurt.
“Yeah. Just looking at it, I’m getting a twitch.”
“Yeah, me too, and hard.”
“Oh yeah, I have been halfway there since I opened it up and texted you.” Grant paused, “It’s going to feel real good inside while we fill.”
“Yeah, and not going to take no for an answer. Definitely going to make you take and hold your enema.”
“Yeah. I thought about it. Would be fun to put it in Brad and then hear him complain ‘I can’t hold it,’ and just say to him, ‘Yes you can, and you will.” Both boys chuckled a bit. Brad was known for his bitching and complaining at enema time, always protesting he could not take any more enema but still being given the full bag and having it repeated only to hear his complaining continue. Occasionally Grant would hear the threat of a spanking and at times, an actual spanking before Brad submitted and got his enema. Brad was a slow learner for a Williamson boy. The others knew not to fight it but just take what was given.
“Ready to do it?” Grant clearly was.
“Oh yeah. Let’s go.” Ryan picked up the nozzles and packaging and followed as Grant led the way to the stairs and up to his room. Ryan followed and once there put the new toys on Grant’s bed. Grant went into his closet and pulled out his sports duffel. Rather than containing the usual athletic gear, it held his enema gear including his enema bag, nozzles, lube, soap, and other enema administering equipment. Ryan knew the bag well, having visited Grant for enema sessions and seeing the bag appear on play days. “I bet the rectal tip will work to be able to attach it to the hose.” Ryan was thinking ahead.
“I think so. I’ve got one in here.” He rummaged through his bag and produced the standard rectal nozzle. He picked up the Bardex and inserted the tip of the rectal nozzle into the Bardex. It fit snugly. “Perfect.” He showed it to Ryan. Grant then went back to the duffle and got the enema bag, lube, soap, and hanger from the bag and put them on the bed. If the thought of getting an enema didn’t get the boys hard, seeing the actual enema equipment laid out on the bed helped the process.
Since their premiere night together, the summer break had allowed Grant and Ryan time together to talk more about the enemas they got growing up and how their childhood enema experiences had affected them. They shared a sense of relief on discovering that rather than feeling overwhelmingly ashamed of how aroused enemas made them feel, both boys could share their enjoyment of enemas. They learned each other’s journey from fearing the enema as children to an interest in them and ultimately turning into being sexually aroused by them, and finally to self-administered enemas for personal pleasure. Connecting over the summer allowed the boys to learn the pleasures of a buddy-administered enema. It led to the quest for novel ways to enjoy enemas together which they gleefully and excitedly undertook.
“Should we do it?”
“Definitely.”
Grant took a bit of the upper hand. “You’re getting the first one.” This worked well for Ryan who was more sub than dom.
“Mmmm, you’re going to give me an enema?”
“Yes, and you’re going to take and hold the whole bag.”
“Yes sir.”
Grant held up the Bardex nozzle, now connected to the enema bag. At times, their play had taken on a bit of a punishment theme. Ryan would resist his enemas, and Grant would insist. Ryan at times needed a bit of motivation which would prompt Grant to swat his ass. It seemed to make Ryan only get harder. Grant liked the power over Ryan even though both boys knew it was play. It served them both well. “Strip down, it’s enema time.” Grant gave the command.
“Yes sir.” Ryan was only too happy to oblige. He took his shirt off and kicked off his sneakers. He unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down, and off leaving them on the floor and he donned in only his underwear and sox, now tenting with excited anticipation. Gant looked at him. Ryan had a very nice body. He was definitely the squeaky-clean, boy-next-door type. Thinking about giving Ryan an enema made Grant’s already hard cock twitch a bit. Grant kicked off his sneakers, took his T-shirt off, and followed by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before pushing them down and taking them off one leg at a time. Now, both boys were in their enema uniforms. Ryan liked watching Grant undress. He found Grant’s body attractive and loved the idea that Grant would be giving him an enema. He acknowledged to himself that he loved seeing a guy dressed in only undies and sox; it was a definite turn on.
Grant picked up the Bardex nozzle and lifted it up in front of Ryan. “Are you ready to be a big boy?”
Ryan looked at the nozzle knowing where it was going to go and answered, “Oh yeah.” Grant reached over with his free hand and cupped Ryan and gave a gentle squeeze.
“Mmmmm, I think you are.” Ryan smiled.
“Definitely.” He reached out to cup and squeeze Grant’s large basket. “And I think you are ready to make me be one.”
“Let’s do it.” Grant picked up the bag and other accessories and the boys headed into the bathroom.
On entering the bathroom, Grant reflexively turned the light on and then the hot water spigot. Having played with Grant before, Ryan knew the procedure. He got the towel down and put it on the floor. “Fill the bag all the way up.” Ryan directed Grant, “I want to see how much I can hold.” Grant had a four-quart enema bag he had purchased off the internet. The boys had only ever given or taken around two or three quarts.
“Isn’t that going to be a lot?” Grant asked. He continued, “Maybe a clean out first?”
“Yeah, well, let’s just say I am cleaned out.”
“Seriously dude, did you already take an enema?” Grant asked quizzically but also a bit jealously.
“Well, two to be exact, and, yeah, I am cleaned out.”
“You’re an enema pig.” Grant responded.
“I thought you had to work today, and I was horny when I got up, so I thought why not.”
“I was supposed to but then Carrie asked me to switch, so I have today off.”
“So, fill it up and with the Bardex we’ll see how far I get.”
“OK. Soap?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Well, no.” It was kind of a stupid question given that enemas in the Williamson family were always hot and soapy. Boys would try to negotiate a plain water enema, but were always told no.
Grant adjusted the spigot to make the water the right temperature and then held the bag under the faucet. Partway filled, he pulled the bag out and added some soap and returned it to the running water which made a good head of suds confirming it was a “good enema” as their fathers typically referred to the hot, soapy ones. The bag filled up. “That’s a big one.”
“Yeah, hope I can get it all in.”
“Well, if you are cleaned out and we use the Bardex, I bet you can.” As the bag filled, both boys recognized it was a bigger enema than they had taken before. In their talking, they had joked with each other about having a contest to see who could take and hold the biggest enema, but they never played it out in any of their sessions. Ryan worried a bit that he was in for more than he could hold but trusted Grant. Grant liked the idea of filling Ryan up and making him take it using the Bardex. He also recognized it was a big enema. Both boys, at the hands of their fathers, had taken some tough, cramping enemas and when at their father’s hands they knew that they would have to take the full bag, anything less meant repeated enemas until they could. They even wondered if, at times, the enemas were meant more as a punishment and whether their dads had gotten a bit of joy watching their boys squirm like they themselves had at the mercy of their father, Grant and Ryan’s grandfather, who was sometimes described as a sadist when it came to giving his sons enemas. Ryan and Grant were happy they never had to submit to Grandpa Williamson’s enema rituals.
Grant hung the weighty bag with its head f suds on the hook. “That’s a big boy enema for sure.”
“Yeah.” Ryan was having second thoughts but really wanted it and definitely wanted the Bardex up his ass. He was now fully erect, tenting his undies. He knew what was coming.
Grant directed. “Get the undies off.” Ryan put his fingers in his underwear waistband and pushed them over his erection and hips, letting them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them leaving him in just his sox with his erection pointing straight forward. Grant reached for it again and stroked it. “Mmmm, quite nice.” The boys had gotten comfortable with being fondled and enjoyed fondling and teasing each other about their secret fetish.
Reflexively, Ryan reached out and cupped Grant who himself was hard. “You’re as much an enema-boy as I am.”
“Guilty,” Grant responded with a smile. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Ryan got down on the towel on his knees and leaned forward to his elbows, spread his knees a bit and lowered his head letting his rosebud come into full view. He cocked his ankles against the floor bracing for what was going to happen. Grant loved seeing Ryan’s rosebud and liked the whiff of boyscent when Ryan was exposed. From his crouched position, Ryan said, “You better lube me well as well as the nozzle, and go gently. It’s big.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to lube you really well.” Grant took the tube of lube and put a generous amount on his finger and touched it to Ryan’s rosebud. He smeared the lube around a bit. A drop fell to the towel because of the generous amount Grant had on his fingers. Grant then touched Ryan’s hole and gently pushed. There was initial resistance as Ryan clenched down but Gant used a little more pressure and Ryan’s hole opened up and Grant entered. He moved his finger around and then let it rest on Ryan’s prostate. Grant gently rubbed it.
“Oh wow, that feels so good.”
“Yeah, it is your prostate, your love organ.” Grant reached underneath Ryan and took Ryan’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it while rubbing his prostate.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
“I thought you would like it.” Grant then continued to rotate his finger pushing it in and out to make sure Ryan was well-lubed. He removed his finger and picked up the Bardex. He smeared the remaining lube on the nozzle, and then took the tube and added more lube to make sure it was well-coated. He then aimed it in the tub, opened the clamp, and let the tubing bleed the air out.
“I’m going to insert it now.” With that, Grant took the nozzle and touched its tip to Ryan anus. He pushed a bit, and the tip easily entered. Next would come getting the inner balloon inside Ryan. “OK, here comes the balloon.” Grant realized it would require a bit more effort. He pushed more firmly. “Take some breathes and relax back here.”
“I’m trying.”
Grant used more force, and the balloon started to enter. Once the majority of it was in, Ryan’s anus swallowed the rest pulling the nozzle all the way in and seating the inner balloon inside and leaving the outer one outside. “Good boy, you got it.” Grant reached for an inflator bulb. He picked up one, closed its valve, and started to give it a few squeezes. It was the inner balloon. “Do you feel it?”
“Oh yeah. Fuck, it feels so good.” Grant gave it a few more squeezes.
“Good. Here goes the other one.” Grant picked up the other inflator and closed its valve and gave it a few squeezes. He could see it visibly expand into a semi-lucent globe, effectively sealing off Ryan’s anus. “How does that feel.”
“Wow, it feels so good.” Grant reached under Ryan and stroked him a few times. “Easy, I don’t want to shoot. There is a lot of enema to take before I can shoot.”
“Damn, you are really hard.”
“Between your rubbing my prostate and now the Bardex, I feel cocked and really ready to shoot.”
“OK, but no cumming until you get that bag inside you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Ready to take the enema?”
“Yeah, open the clamp.” With that, Grant reached for the clamp and opened it. The dull metallic click was a well-know sound to both boys. Grant waited a moment.
“Do you feel it going in?”
“Yeah.”
“Good boy.” Grant rubbed Ryan’s back a bit and then down to his ass cheeks It was such a good site seeing Ryan FDAU with the Bardex in his ass. The enema bag hung in clear view and both boys could watch the bag slowly collapsing as the hot, soapy enema filled Ryan. Grant intermittently rubbed Ryan’s back, ass cheeks, and would give a gentle edge to keep his buddy distracted. “How are you doing?”
“It’s going OK. I can definitely feel it filling me up. The nozzle is so amazing. You’re going to love it.”
As the bag reached its half-way mark, Grant asked,” Want to get on your side. Might make taking it a bit easier.”
“Yeah, let me do that. I am getting a bit full.”
Grant responded, “Though with two enemas already done, I bet you are pretty empty. Were both soapy ones?”
“Yeah. I’ve been using the J & J, and it really cleans you out.”
“OK, I closed the clamp. Move to your side. Do you want a towel for your head?”
“Yeah, that would help.” Grant got a towel, folded it, and handed it to Ryan who put it under his head.
“OK. Keep your left leg straight and bring the right one all the way up and roll over just a bit.” Grant gave directions which Ryan followed. “Great. I’m going to restart it, OK?”
“Yeah.” Ryan looked up at the half-empty bag hanging above him. He really wanted to take the whole thing and hoped it wouldn’t get too bad. He had endured some tough enemas from his father whose only response when Ryan begged him to stop was, “no pain, no gain,” and “just be happy grandpa isn’t giving you the enema.” Ryan knew if he needed, Gant would stop the enema, but also knew Grant would encourage him to finish the bag, and Ryan wanted to prove he could do it and didn’t want to seem like a wimp. He was getting full though.
Grant reached around and gently rubbed Ryan’s belly. “You’re getting enema pregnant.”
“Yeah, feeling full.” There was a pause, “I don’t think I can take it all.”
“No, you’ve got to take it all. No wimping out.”
“I don’t know. It is kind of cramping” Ryan was clearly showing his hesitation and fear.
“Pant like a doggy. Come on take your enema.” It is what Grant’s father always told him when he got full and started to cramp and beg.
“You’re doing great. We’re going to get the full bag in you.” Grant reached and took Ryan’s cock in his hand. It had gotten a bit softer but as he stroked Ryan to distract him, it returned to its full erection. Grant looked up at the bag and it was almost all in. He had more plans for Ryan.
“Turn over on your back with your knees bent and feet flat on the floor.” Ryan wasn’t sure why but followed Grant’s instructions. Grant helped him by managing the enema tubing. He guided Ryan to keep his feet apart and knees bent. It was a beautiful view of Ryan with his cock fully erect, nozzle in his ass, and enema bag hanging above him. Grant stroked Ryan’s cock a few more times. “Doing OK?”
“Yeah, just really full.”
“I bet. Any cramps?”
“No but I’m really full.”
“You are.” The bag was flat at that point. Grant closed the clamp. “Take some breathes and enjoy the feeling.” Grant stroked Ryan a few more times and then leaned forward and touched his lips to Ryan’s swollen cock. He licked the glans and then encircled it with his mouth and began to suck him off.
“Fuck Gant. Oh my God.” It was an amazing feeling Ryan had never felt before. His belly was full of enema water, his ass was closed off with the inflated Bardex which was pressing on his prostate, and Gran was giving him a blow job. Expertly, Grant continued to suck him off and stroke him. “Oh my God, I’m going to shoot.”
Grant continued to suck him off and stroke him. He could see Ryan’s sexual energy building. His body would intermittently tense. Grant stroked faster keeping his mouth on Ryan’s cock. As the tension built, Grant removed his mouth and focused on jerking Ryan off. It did not take long before Ryan began to breathe more heavily and started to let out a guttural high-pitched noise and was thrusting a bit. Then it started.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Grant continued to stroke. Ryan erupted. The first shot of cum flew across his belly and chest and hit him in the neck. It was followed by repeated squirts of cum that landed on his chest and then belly with the final amount emerging from Ryan’s penis’ tip and flowing over Grant’s hand. The room got silent aside from Ryan’s hyperventilating. Grant looked at him with a soft smile.
“Fuck. I’ve never had that before. Oh my God Grant. You are so amazing.”
“I think you are the amazing one. You took the full bag and shot quite a load. Is your belly doing OK?”
“Yeah, I mean, I am really full, but I don’t think I can move.”
“Here’s a towel.” Grant handed him a towel to wipe up the jism; there was a fair amount adorning his cute body.
“You wan to hold it a bit or are you ready to expel.”
“Yeah, I don’t think it wants to stay in. No cramps, but they will start.”
“Want to ride them out a bit?” Grant asked. For some guys, like him, the cramps make the enema better, kind of a BDSM thing.
“Yeah, I’m not like you. The cramps don’t do it for me.”
“All good.” Grant understood. “Ready for me to deflate the nozzle and take it out? Can you hold it or want to do it over the toilet?”
“I should be good. Take it out and I’ll hop on the toilet.”
Grant reached for one of the inflator bulbs and opened its valve. The air whooshed out. He took the second bulb and did the same with a similar effect. “OK, I’m going to pull it out. Clamp down.” Grant grabbed the Bardex and pulled. He needed to use a bit of force, but the inside bulb came out and plopped down on the towel. He moved it to hang over the tub edge.
Ryan carefully got up. His belly looked pregnant, clearly showing he had taken the gallon-sized enema. He maneuvered to the toilet and sat down. As he did the torrent of water started to come out. There were pauses but it was torrent after torrent until it died down a bit.
“You took a lot. That may have been a gallon.”
“Yeah, it did feel like a lot. If I hadn’t cleaned out earlier, I bet I would have never been able to get it all in, even with the Bardex.”
“The Bardex has to help.”
“Yeah, and man, it felt so good. You are going to like it up your ass.” It was a bonding moment. The boys knew they shared this niche fetish. Ryan put his head down and then more enema water left him into the bowl. “Definitely cleaned out.”
Grant sat on the tub edge across from Ryan. He put his hand down his underpants and adjusted himself. His previous erection had softened but not before depositing a generous amount of pre-cum which was now visible in his underpants.
“Thanks.” Ryan looked at Gant. Grant felt his sincerity. Ryan knew that Grant had extended himself giving him both the blow job as well as the enema.
“You were so hot taking it and so hard. How could I not have? I love it when you shoot. You always empty a huge load.” He paused, “And, I do like giving you enemas.”
“Well, we aren’t done because you are getting that bad boy up your ass too.” Ryan smiled at Grant.
Ryan continued, “I’m just wondering if I need to clean you out first like I did before I give you the big one and making you behave like you made me.” Grant knew he was in for quite a session. His dick confirmed it getting fully hard again in his undies.