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My First Patient

My First Patient

During my last visit at OR.R., the Belgian fetish “clinic” I decided I would “cross the line” and become a med. Fet. Male nurse or, as I like to think of myself, an “anal therapist”. For those who would like to know something more about O.R.R. and my first visit, there’s a link to their site at the end of this story, and the e- mail address of the chief of staff, and also a link to the original story, in English.

Since when I found out about this strong medical fetish of mine, I’ve had many experiences with several professional “caregivers”, fetish and non, which are experts in this field, in Europe and in the USA, always as a patient. However, lately I found out I was really curious about the “active” role in a medical session: actually, the role of the male nurse. Sexually, I’m straight, but when I take part in a medical fetish session, I always need for it to be exclusively in a male scenario. In these circumstances, if wanted to work on a patient as a fetish caregiver, for the first time in my life, I would have had to give pleasure to another man. I cannot deny that I had lots of doubts, but my curiosity was stronger… and so I decided I would try it. I would become an anal therapist.

Several months ago, after my first story about O.R.R. was published on the net, I met a very nice young man. Rodney was American, but he lived in Europe, and was gay. The best thing was that he lived at about one hour from Antwerp, where the O.R.R. clinic is.

After a busy e-mail exchange, Rodney accepted to be my first patient, and we set up an appointment. The Staff at O.R.R. would provide us with the right place and equipment for the session.

When the day came, we met in the waiting room at O.R.R.

Rodney is a thirty-something boy. He’s tall, fit and very handsome. He has a great attitude and a real passion for medical fetish sessions.

We had coffee together, with Steve, who’s the chief of staff at O.R.R. and a fetish surgeon himself, and we discussed the session a little further. I stated again that I hate role-play and I don’t like to pretend I am something I’m not. The session would start without foreplay and without a “script”. My purpose, as an anal therapist, was to empty and cleanse Rodney’s bowels and to stimulate his anus and prostate until he reached one or more climaxes. The whole thing would happen in a very professional nursing environment and we were to maintain the same honest relationship we had in real life, and a friendly and relaxed attitude. All in all, Rodney would enjoy a couple o very relaxing and pleasurable hours, nothing more and nothing less. In fact, I don’t like S/M games and heavier medical stuff like needles and caths, etc.

Rodney said he was OK with the whole thing and without further ado, we decided we would start the session.

I was dressed already in short-sleeved OR green scrubs, with tennis shoes and a stethoscope around my neck, to check enemas’ progress into Rodney’s bowels.

Rodney went briefly into O.R.R. patient’s room and when he came out he was wearing a light green patient gown (the open-back kind you see in hospitals). Underneath, as I had instructed him, he was completely naked.

The staff at O.R.R. had set up the “operating room”, turning it into a treatment room. The room is white and filled with light, with lots of cabinet along the walls and a huge surgical lamp on the ceiling. In the middle of the room there’s an operating table that can be adjusted and moved every which way, with retractable GYN stirrups. As we discussed with Steve, in the room there was everything I would need to administer a series of enemas and an anal massage. Near the bed there was a small surgical cart on wheels, with a new box of latex gloves and several tubes of K-Y jelly, which is a water-based lubricant I like to use on patients’ anuses and genitals, since it washes easily and doesn’t spoil rubber and latex.

I checked the room, to be sure everything was in place. I pulled the stirrups out, because I didn’t need them right now and I set the table in a horizontal position, like a standard massage table. When I was finished, I let my patient in the room and helped him on the table. I went to wash my hands trying to think straight and prepare myself for what was to come.

I must admit that at that moment I was quite nervous. Would I be able to work on Rodney and be believable? I really didn’t want to disappoint him and I knew I had to give him at least a couple of good orgasms… no excuses.

Oh well… back to work.

I approached the bed, drying my hands with a paper towel.

While I was helping Rodney o the table, I had unfastened his gown, and now I pulled it away from his upper body, uncovering his chest and abdomen, but leaving his genitals still hidden. I palpated his abdomen lightly, first on the left and then on the right, trying to feel his internal organs. Liver wasn’t enlarged and the tone o f his abdominal muscles was good. This meant Rodney was used to eat healthy food and did some sports. I palpated a little deeper. The bowels felt free and weren’t tense.

I asked my patient when had he last had a bowel movement and he told me he had had one that very morning, just before the session. While we were talking, I kept massaging Rodney’s abdomen with slow circular movements. My purpose was to relax him as much as possible and at the same time to try and start provoking a sexual response. I moved slowly my hands toward the upper part of his body e kept the massage going, occasionally brushing against his nipples. A bulge under the gown told me I was getting some good result. Suddenly a relaxing music filled the room. Steve had put a new age music CD in the stereo.

So: atmosphere was pleasant enough, my patient was already aroused and he wasn’t particularly nervous (I was the nervous one)… I could begin.

I donned a pair of latex gloves, from the instruments table. I approached the bed and, with a swift movement, I pulled the gown away, leaving my patient completely naked on the table. The room was quite warm and there was no danger for Rodney to feel cold. His penis, as I had guessed, was semi-erect. I asked him to spread his legs slightly and to join the plants of his feet, in the “frog” position. This way I had a very good access to his genitals and a fairly good access to his anus, and he could lie comfortably on the table. I squeezed some K-Y on the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I advised Rodney that he would feel some coldness… and for the first time in my life I touched another man’s anus.

Well… I did more than just touch it. I put my fingers on the outside of his sphincter and slowly massaged the anus, with circular movements. Rodney had a tight anus and I didn’t want to cause any discomfort. I aimed to give him pleasure. With my left hand I grabbed the base of his penis and pressed gently my left thumb on the perineum, more or less above the prostate. Rodney’s penis twitched suddenly. At the same time I felt his anus give way and I very slowly pushed my index finger into his rectum. Rodney arched his back. I didn’t want him to come just yet, and I tried not to move my fingers. After a couple of seconds, Rodney relaxed and I was able to finish a first anal check. The rectum was empty, the patient was comfortable and everything looked OK.

I told Rodney it was time for the enema.

The first enema was ready, on the cart beside me. I was a huge rubber syringe, about a quart, with a plastic nozzle, relatively big. The enema was just plain warm water, with just some salt. I don’t like to give or receive other substances, which can be fun but can also be dangerous for the bacterial flora residing in the bowels. I wanted for the enema to be a very pleasurable experience, and warm water skilfully injected in the rectum can be a very pleasurable experience. I changed my gloves and helped Rodney turn over on his belly, and then up on all fours. I put an absorbent pad between his legs, directly underneath anus and genitals, ready to receive any leakage. While I was putting a plastic apron above my nursing greens, I suddenly realized how incredibly interesting was this situation. I really was happy I had decided to work on Rodney and I couldn’t wait to give him all the pleasure I could. Touching his anus and genitals hadn’t been weird at all… actually it was quite similar to touching my own. This wasn’t sexual… but on the other hand I was quite excited by the idea of giving pleasure to another man using nursing treatments.

I finished fastening the apron and I got closer to Rodeny, with the huge rubber syringe, which was warm from the content, in my left hand. With my right hand I gently lubricated the anal orifice and then the whole length of the nozzle.

I told my patient to take a deep breath and when I heard him exhale, I pushed the nozzle into his anus, first inside and then a little upwards toward his navel. After the first slight difficulty, the nozzle slid in all the way. Rodney sighed (from pleasure, I hoped).

I stayed still for a second, to give him the pleasure of anticipation. With my left hand I was still holding the rubber syringe, while with my right hand I started massaging his penis and testicles. After a while I squeezed the bulb, with a slow and constant movement, feeling the water find its way into my patient’s bowels. Rodney lifted his head in surprise and the lowered it again, breathing deeply, as I had instructed him to do. While I squeezed the bulb all the way, I kept massaging his genitals, moving on to the perineum, trying to give my patient all the stimulation I could.

After a couple of minutes, the bulb was empty. I helped Rodney stand up from the table and I sent him to the bathroom, while I prepared the second enema.

This time I would use an irrigator, with a very simple nozzle… this was my first time and I would use more complicated kind of nozzles in some other future session.

I heard the toilet flush and suddenly Rodney came back in the room, smiling. It looked like the first treatment had been successful enough. While my patient was in the bathroom, I had extended the stirrups on the table and so I helped Rodney lie down and put his legs in them. I pulled him down a little toward the edge of the bed, so his buttocks were in the right position, and I had complete access to his anus, and I made sure he was relaxed and comfortable. With the patient in position, I slapped another pair of latex gloves on and I performed a second rectal check and lubrication.

This time I had complete access to the anal area and it was easy to insert my right middle finger, at first palm down and then to turn it palm up. This is a classic way to perform a prostate check. Rodney’s anus was empty, thanks to the enema. I turned around my finger slowly, probing to find possible anomalies, but everything was o.k. Finally I inserted my finger all the way into his anus, pointing to his umbilical area and then probed upwards. Finally… there it was! A small gland, the size of a walnut, with a small indentation in the middle. Rodney was a young man, so his prostate was healthy and small. I slowly massaged it, caressing the edges and then the middle line, pressing gently on it. I saw some drops of clear fluid coning out from Rodney’s penis, and he gave a moan of pleasure. For many men the prostate is like the “G spot” in women. It can be the font of sudden and repeated orgasms, if skilfully stimulated. For some other men, like myself, it doesn’t feel particularly pleasurable. For each and every man prostate massage is a unique emotion and for my patient it looked like it was a very positive one.

I slowly retracted my finger and substituted it with the nozzle, and I immediately opened the valve. I felt the rubber tube get warm while the water rushed into Rodney’s bowels.

I left the nozzle for a second and used the stethoscope to hear what was happening in my patient’s abdomen. I heard gurgling noises and I knew this was the sign that the treatment was working!

I went back to my place, between Rodney’s spread legs and I sat on a small stool while I kept the nozzle in place with my left hand. With my right hand I kept massaging slowly penis and testicles to help the patient receive the whole content of the irrigator. After about fifteen minutes the enemas was finished and Rodney’s abdomen was definitely bulging. The fluid wasn’t too much, just two quarts, but Rodney is lean and this and you could see the difference. I retracted the nozzle and helped Rodney stand up and go to the bathroom.

While I waited for my patient to release the enema, I prepared the last part of the treatment, putting gloves and lube beside me. After a while I heard the bathroom door opening and Rodney came back in the room. His face was somehow tense and he told me the last enema had been an uncomfortable experience. He felt a little upset and he needed to just lie down and rest for a while. I suggested he might enjoy a relaxing massaged and he accepted my offer. I had him lie on the table again, face up, with his arms along his body and his hands opened palm up. I donned a fresh pair of latex gloves and squeezed a generous amount of oil (non-allergenic baby oil) on the middle section of his body.

I started massaging slowly his abdomen, underneath the navel, without too much pressure, trying to let him feel a constant and comfortable touch. Once in a while I moved my hands to his chest, massaging his pecs and nipples, but most of the time I just stayed in the abdominal and pubic areas. I felt his abdomen, which had been tense after the enema, slowly relaxing and I noticed that his hands were opened and still, the shoulder muscles were de-contracting while the patient started to feel more and more relaxed. Slowly I moved my hands downwards and massaged his penis, at first just brushing against it and then squeezing it in my hands and using some tantric moves I had learned from a video. I wanted this to be no simple masturbation, but a penis workout.

His penis got slowly hard. I started approaching the anal orifice with my left hand, while I worked n the penis with my right. I didn’t slid a finger into the anus at that time, but I just caressed his buttocks and perineum, pushing lightly on the anus without entering him. A soft moan told me I was on the right track and suddenly I felt the patient’s body get tense and relax. A white squirt of semen told me Rodney’s first orgasm was on his way. I kept massaging penis and genitals until the jerking stopped and the patient finally relaxed.

The first orgasm was done! The second one would be more difficult, but at this point I was quite self confident. It looked like Rodney was quite satisfied with my work and my initial awkwardness had vanished. I was quite excited myself and I had found out how beautiful and fulfilling giving pleasure to another man was. I was ready for the final part of the treatment.

After I cleaned him and I waited some more time, I put Rodney in the stirrups again and I sat on the stool at the foot of the table.

I put on yet another pair of gloves and squeezed a generous amount of K-Y on both my hands and on the patient’s genitals and anus. I told Rodney to close his eyes and relax and put my middle fingers on his anal opening. I pushed gently and the finger entered his rectum smoothly and without any problem. This was where the difficult part started. This kind of anal stimulation had been done on my own anus by a very skilled German masseur and I knew it was extremely exciting, but it needed lots of practice. I had never done this, but I believed I could perform an acceptable imitation of the German treatment. I inserted in Rodney’s anus just the first two phalanxes of my right middle finger, while woth my left hand I massaged the circumference of the anus and the perineum. The trick consisted in stimulating the outer part of the anus as much as possible, leaving my finger into the rectum, so that the sphincter would get used to its presence. This should provoke an erection, but the penis mustn’t be touched until the end, or there was the risk of a premature explosion. All in all it was going to be a good example of coordination!!

I massaged Rodney trying to imitate the moves of the German therapist. I left still my right middle finger, while I massaged the base of the penis with my left hand, and I caressed lightly the perineum and the testicles. Once in I while I pushed my middle finger a little further in the patient’s anus, gaining some millimetre every time. After a while my efforts were met by a huge erection. Rodney’s penis had risen and now was hard as rock. At that time, still following the moves I had seen the German therapist perform, I inserted my finger for its whole length and at the same time I passed my other index finger on the penis, form base to top, with a very fast caress. I repeated these movements several times, until I realized the patient’s penis was leaking large amounts of precum. Rodney was breathing heavily and moaning from (I hoped) the pleasure… the second orgasm was approaching.

Trying to perform the right moves, I started a slow in-and-out with my middle finger in Rodney’s anus while I masturbated him with my left hand. After a while, I pushed a second finger into his anus and I felt the muscles relax and welcome the added dilation. I went on for a while like this, penetrating his anus with my right hand and massaging his penis with my left, until I realized that Rodney was almost there. I intensified the masturbation, pumping faster and faster, while with my right index and middle fingers I found the prostate in my patient’s anus and massaged it gently.

Rodney tensed and came suddenly with long and deep contractions. I kept working on him with my fingers until the last drops of milky semen had been expelled form his penis. With a sigh, Rodney fell back on the table and I threw my gloves in the trash with a satisfied smile. My career as anal therapist had just begun.

-The End-

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