"Jason. Peter. Dinner is ready," Jane called up the stairs. "Come on down."

They were ravenous and wasted little time in getting up from their desks and heading for the stairs. They met in the hallway, still nude as they were expected to be, and went down stairs for dinner with Mr. Whiply and Dr. Patterson. They entered the dining room, shyly, but not as shy as when they were first forced to first strip for the doctor. Politely, they stood by their chairs until Mrs. Whiply and the doctor sat down.

"You may sit now boys," Jane said kindly. She was pleased that they were still nude and that they only sat when invited to do so. Her training was evident.

"Jane, you really have done a wonderful job with these boys. They are so polite and obedient. That is such a rarity these days.

"Thank you Dorothy." They really are good boys who only needed a firm hand and a few lessons to learn how to behave around adults."

After dinner, Peter and Jason cleaned the table, did the dishes and went back to the den to watch TV.

"Since you were both so good earlier today, you can watch TV until 10, but then we have to get you ready for your physicals in the morning. Remember your enemas?" Jane said laughingly as she looked at Dorothy. "And remember, I won't tolerate any resistance. Do I make myself clear?"

The boys' faces turned scarlet, but they knew better than to protest. In barely audible whispers, they both acknowledged their submission and meekly turned towards the den to watch an hour of TV before their next humiliation.

While the boys watched TV, the two women sat in the kitchen and talked over coffee. As soon as Jane noticed that it was 10, she sent the boys upstairs to prepare for their enemas. "OK boys, time for your prep. I want you both to shower while Dr. Patterson and I get your enemas ready. Quickly now, run along." The women watched as the two naked teens walked out of the room and up the stairs. "They sure are handsome boys Jane. I don't remember when I have seen better looking specimens." They looked at each other and laughed. Dorothy couldn't have planned a better or more rewarding visit.

The boys ascended the stairs slowly, their heads hung low as if they were off to the gallows. They looked at each other as they got to the top of the stairs. "This is horrible Peter. I can't believe this is happening to us," Jason said practically in tears.

"I know. This is much more humiliating than anything she has done to me so far, but I don't see any alternative. We are going to have to get through this somehow. Ain't really a big deal dude; we both have had enemas lots of times before." Peter was now regaining some of his composure and once again was trying to calm Jason down, but just beneath the surface, his mind was racing a million miles an hour. He was mortified at the thought of what was about to happen to them, but he was also extremely aroused by it. It was all so confusing. Jason too was having similar thoughts.

"You want to go first Jason?" Peter asked as they entered the bathroom. "Might as well get this over with," he said in a low voice full of resignation.

"OK, I guess. I still don't understand why she has to give us enemas and why so many of them." Jason turned the water on and waited for it to get warm. He was just staring at the water as it shot from the head.

"You going to get in dude or just watch it?" Peter tried to bring a little humor to the situation, but Jason continued to stare, as if completely traumatized. Finally he stepped into the shower and let the hot water drench his head and body. "Come on man! They are liable to show up here any second. Get a move on." Slowly, in almost a zombie-like fashion, Jason reached for the shampoo, poured a small amount into his hand and started to rub it into his hair. He scrubbed for a few seconds and then rinsed. Peter's anxiety was growing rapidly, but he was also mesmerized by Jason's naked body which was now being covered in soap.

Jason dutifully soaped his entire body, paying special attention to his nearly hairless armpits and his genitals. Then he put the bar of soap between his cheeks and moved it firmly back and forth over his hole. He replaced the soap with his hand and scrubbed his anus clean. With a still soapy finger, he parted his sphincter and pushed until he could feel it deep inside him. He loved the way it felt and worked it in and out, oblivious to the fact that Peter was watching intently. Both boys' cocks were now rising.

"Are you boys ready?" Jane Whiply's sharp voice broke the moment and snapped Jason and Peter out of their trance-like states. "We don't have all night you know."

Peter did not want to turn to reveal his swollen member to the two women who were standing in the door, each holding a red enema bag. "Jason is just finishing and I am about to get in," he answered.

"OK, then we can get started on Jason while Peter showers Dorothy. Jason, come on out of there." Jane move to the sink and began running the hot water. "How hot should it be Dorothy?"

"Just make it a little hotter than room temperature Jane. We don't want to scald their insides!" They both laughed at Dorothy's little joke. "Be sure to fill the bag right to the top and then put about a teaspoon of Castile soap in it and slosh it around to be sure it mixes in." She watched as Jane carefully followed her instructions. "That looks just about right. Jason, are you ready?"

Jason had stepped out of the shower and was drying off as he heard his name called. He looked desperate, but had no place to run. Even if he had a place to run to, he could barely move, his eyes transfixed on the bulging red rubber bag as Jane screwed the stopper in place and connected a long red hose to the other side of the stopper.

"Over here young man. Jane if you will be sure the stopcock is secure, turn the bag upside down and hang it… let's see… where to hang it… gee Jane, you don't have an IV pole do you? No I'm sure you don't," she mumbled to herself. "Why don't we hang it from the towel rack right here ? The boys will be on the floor so I think that should give the bag enough height for a good strong flow." Jane hung the bag as instructed while Dorothy carefully spread a bath towel over the bath mat to provide a little cushion effect.

Jason was now standing next to Dr. Patterson and had wrapped himself in the towel he had used to dry himself. His face turned from red to scarlet as he watched the two women make the final preparations for his enema.

When Dr. Patterson was satisfied that everything was in place, she turned her attention to the trembling boy. "Jason, what on earth do you have that towel around you for? We certainly can't administer your enema with you covered up, can we?" she said with a churlish grin as she grabbed the boy's towel leaving him naked in front of the two women. "Now young man, I want you to kneel on the towel with your knees spread apart as wide as you can and your head touching the floor so we can get unobstructed access to your little bottom."

Jason let out a defeated sigh, but obediently began to position himself as he had just been instructed. Meanwhile, the water in the shower stopped and Peter stepped out, his eyes fixed on the exposed anus of his roommate.

"That's it Jason. Now spread your knees a little wider and push back on your haunches a bit so we can get you open just a wee bit more. That's a good boy. Jane, will you please fetch a lamp for me so I can see a little better?" Jane did not want to take her eyes off the beautiful sight in front of her, but managed to quickly grab a lamp from Peter's desk and returned immediately to the bathroom. She plugged it in and directed the light onto Jason's upturned and exposed anus.

"Much better," exclaimed Dorothy as she reached into her medical bag to retrieve a stainless steel nozzle which flared out to a diameter of about one inch near the base and then tapered in and then out again. It was immediately apparent to Jane that once inserted the shape would hold the nozzle securely in place until it was removed. Dr. Patterson, with a practiced motion, attached the hose to the nozzle, reached for a tube of lubricant and liberally coated the it. "Jane, would you mind holding the nozzle while I lubricate Jason's anus and rectum ?"

Jane Whiply practically sprung into position and took the glistening nozzle from her friend's hand. Dr. Patterson squeezed a generous amount onto her index finger and began to work it around Jason's puckered opening. He lurched slightly forward as he felt the cold lubricant touch his sphincter. "Hold still Jason!" she commanded. "Push your bottom back towards me like a good boy."

Jason did as he was told, pushing back so far that his cheeks were tightly spread and his anus on full display. "Perfect!" exclaimed Dr. Patterson as she resumed lubricating the boy. In a matter of seconds, her finger was deep in his rectum. "My, but you do need an enema Jason. I can feel that you are impacted. We need to get all of that nasty stuff out of you."

Jason's face reddened with embarrassment as he listened to the doctor talk about his feces. He could not imagine how things could get any more embarrassing, but he knew that somehow they could and would.

When Dr. Patterson had satisfied herself that the boy was adequately lubricated, she took the nozzle from Jane and began to press it against his partially dilated pucker. "Now bear down Jason, just like you were trying to move your bowels. That's a good boy."

He could feel the cold nozzle beginning to stretch his sphincter and he grimaced. Nothing this size had ever invaded his insides before and he wasn't sure he could take it, but it eventually slipped into his rectum and his sphincter closed around the base of the nozzle. Jason whimpered quietly and then the pain started to subside.

"There we go, all in. Now just take some deep breaths Jason and I will start the water flowing." As Jason started to pant, Dr. Patterson released the stopcock and the warm, soapy water rushed inside the boy, stimulating his prostate as it began filling him. The sensations made his penis instantly erect. The combined feelings of sexual pleasure and utter humiliation confused him. Then he felt Dr. Patterson's warm hand reach under him and begin massaging his stomach. "Just keep breathing deeply and relax Jason. It will be over before you know it," she said trying to comfort him. She felt his erection rub against the back of her hand and she smiled at Jane. "I think our young man is beginning to enjoy his enema Jane. Is that right Jason?" She said teasingly."

Jason could not answer in any other way than to moan.

"I didn't hear you Jason. Are you enjoying your enema? Hmmmm? Answer me Jason." She wasn't going to pass up such a sweet opportunity to further embarrass the boy.

"Y…y… yes, I guess it is OK doctor," he whispered.

Peter was mesmerized by what he was witnessing and his erect penis did not go unnoticed by the women. He also knew that what he was watching was soon going to happen to him.

"D… doctor I think I can't take any more. I need to go to the toilet," he pleaded.

"Just a little bit more and it will all be in. My you are being a brave boy. There we go. All in now." The bag gurgled loudly signaling its emptiness. "Now Jason, I need you to turn over on your back and bring your knees up tight against your chest."

The boy was horrified at this new position he was being ordered to assume. Both his anus, which was still securely holding the nozzle, and his fully erect penis would be on display, but he knew better than to object. Slowly, he turned himself over and pulled his knees toward his chest, but covered his erection with both hands.

Dr. Patterson smiled at the humiliated boy. "Sorry Jason, but you need those hands to pull your knees tight against your chest. Jane, be a dear and get me a couple of pillows so we can put them under Jason's hips. That will prop him up just enough to keep the water flowing in the right direction."

Jane was back in a flash with not just two, but four pillows, knowing that they would need a couple for Peter as well. She was not going to spend a moment longer out of the room than she absolutely had to.

"Great Jane. Now as I push Jason's legs back, slip two pillows snugly under his hips." With that she literally pushed Jason's upturned ass off the floor while Jane put the pillows in place. Jason was now positioned in the most exposed manner possible, much to the liking of the women and the fascination of Peter.

"Just stay still for a few minutes longer Jason while the enema does its work. I am going to leave your nice little nozzle in place so we don't have any accidents." She looked up towards Jane and chuckled, "You know how boys can be Jane. They can create quite a mess. I had that happen to me a couple of times and I learned to take precautions when I give teenage boys enemas. Hand me a few tissues, will you please Jane? And you can fill Peter's enema bag so we can start on him as soon as I get Jason on the toilet."

Jane quickly grabbed half a dozen or so tissues and handed them to Dorothy who was busily massaging Jason's abdomen. His swollen penis was pointed towards his face and hitting the back of Dr. Patterson's hand as she gently massaged him. The boy was beyond humiliation and had closed his eyes tightly as if doing that would make him invisible. After a few minutes she gently, but firmly started pulling on the nozzle. Jason felt his sphincter being stretched again as the wide base of the nozzle slipped past the muscle. He groaned as the nozzle came out. Dr. Patterson quickly pushed the tissues against his partially open hole. "OK, up you go. I am just going to keep these tissues against your bottom until we get you situated on the toilet."

Jason, with help from the doctor, slowly stood and walked the few feet to the toilet. As soon as he was on his feet, he moved his hands to his groin in a fruitless attempt to hide his erection. As the doctor guided him onto the seat, she removed her tissue-covered hand and told him he could release. He looked at the women and Peter with desperation in his eyes. "May I please go in private?"

"Don't be silly Jason," Jane snapped back. "We have to get started on Peter. If we leave you alone, we will be up all night. And besides Dr. Patterson has given lots of boys enemas and she needs to be there when they expel to be sure they are OK, right Dorothy?"

"I'm afraid so Jason," she said trying to sound sympathetic. "You never know when there might be a problem and I need to inspect whatever comes out of you so you might as well go."

The pressure was becoming so intense that Jason needed no more convincing and suddenly the room was filled with the sound of gushing water and several big plops. Jason was mortified. He looked down at the floor, knowing that three sets of eyes were focused on him as wave after wave of soapy water and feces exited his body.

"Don't you feel better now Jason? We are going to get all of that nasty stuff out of you." Turning her attention to her next victim, Dr. Patterson instructed Peter to assume the same position Jason had been in a few moments before. In a zombie-like fashion, Peter obeyed the doctor and lowered himself onto the outstretched towel. "Knees a little wider and head touching the floor Peter."

The boy silently did as he was told. He could at least keep his erection from view in this position, humiliating though it was.

"Good boy. Now push back on your haunches for me so your bottom opens wide for us. Perfect! Now just stay as you are while I check on Jason. How are we doing Jason? Finished yet?"

"I think so," he whispered, too humiliated to speak audibly.

"Wonderful. Now lean forward for me so I can see what you produced," she said as she placed her hand on the back of Jason's neck and pushed the boy forward.

Jason, now completely defeated, did as instructed,

"My word Jason! Look at all that nasty stuff that was stuck inside you. You really did need this enema. Jane, come over here and look at this."

Jason couldn't believe his ears. They were going to examine his shit and talk about it with him still sitting on the toilet. His embarrassment was beyond anything he could imagine and sent his head spinning. For a moment he thought he would pass out.

"Oh my. I can't believe all of that came out of you Jason," exclaimed Jane. "How utterly disgusting!"

"It is pretty awful, isn't it? Lean farther forward son while I clean you up and get you ready for your rinse." Dorothy pushed the boy's neck so that his head was now between his knees. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped Jason's smooth bottom, throwing the dirty paper into the bowl, she reached for more and repeated Jason's wiping until she was satisfied that he was clean. The now completely submissive boy was not even allowed to wipe himself. Her face contorted as she flushed the toilet and went directly to the sink to thoroughly wash her hands. When she finished, she took Jason by the arm and led him back to where Peter was kneeling.

"You know Jane, I think there is room for both of the boys on the floor so we can do them at the same time. Why don't you fill Jason's bag with plain warm water and get him started on his rinse while I attend to Peter? And you should probably clean Jason's nozzle before using it again." As she spoke, she placed another towel on the floor next to Peter and instructed Jason to assume the position again. Jason obediently did as he was told while Jane busied herself refilling the enema bag. Dr. Patterson stood back and looked at the two boys upturned and exposed bottoms. "What a lovely sight," she thought to herself.

"I think now might be a perfect time to shave all that hair around Peter's rectal area, don't you think Jane?" Not waiting for Jane to answer, she reached into her bag and retrieved her battery-operated clippers. "Now keep still Peter so I don't knick your cute little bottom." The words had the intended effect of further humiliating the boy. He cringed, but offered no protest as he heard the clippers buzz and felt his cheeks being spread. "Push back a little more Peter so I can get at your bottom a little better. I want it to be just as smooth as Jason's."

Jane was so entranced by the sight before her that she was oblivious to the overflowing enema bag she was holding under the faucet. Startled back to her task, she quickly shut the water off and capped the bag. Setting it aside, she tried to diligently clean the nozzle in spite of the great difficulty she had taking her eyes off the clippers as they were smoothing Peter's bottom. She could feel moisture seeping from her vagina and begin running down her leg.

As Peter was being shaved, the two boys looked at each other sympathetically, knowing they were completely controlled by the two women. Nothing they could do would change that. And nothing could explain or hide their mutual arousal. Both boys were as erect as they had ever been and on the verge of orgasm.

It wasn't long before Dr. Patterson finished her task. She shut the clippers off and admired her handiwork. "How does that look Jane? I think that will make his examination so much easier and I think it is so much more hygienic too. You know how hair can trap all kinds of bacteria and just plain dirt. It might be a good idea for you to keep his bottom shaved while he is living here. I think once a week should be adequate," she said with great authority.

Peter wanted nothing more than to disappear into the floor. He was horrified that the two women would be discussing his anal hygiene and shaving his ass as if he was not even there. Clearly, they were not at all interested in his views on the subject. What was worse was that they were discussing it while his hole was completely exposed.

"Well, if you think it is a good idea Dorothy, I can certainly do that for Peter. I think both boys know how strongly I feel about cleanliness."

"Good! Then we might as well get their enemas over with. Do you have Peter's enema bag ready?" She reached into her doctor's bag and retrieved a second stainless steel nozzle identical to the one she used on Jason, expertly attached it to the hose and began to prepare it with a generous amount of lubricant. She then turned her attention to Peter's anus and used her finger to liberally apply the cold lubricant around the newly smooth area. Suddenly Peter felt her finger push deeply into his rectum. He moaned audibly as the intruding finger worked its way deeper, taking pains to be sure the rectal walls were completely coated. "There, I think that ought to do," she said as her finger exited his anus. "Now Peter, if you relax and take several deep breaths for me, you should only feel a little discomfort."

Peter felt the cold lubricated nozzle press against his sphincter and begin to slide inside. He whimpered slightly as he felt his anal lips being forcibly separated. "Push out just like you were having a bowel movement and that will ease the discomfort," she said soothingly. Quickly, the nozzle locked into place and the pain subsided. "OK Peter, pant like a little puppy dog for me while I start the flow." Here words were carefully chosen to maximize the older boy's humiliation. Then he felt the warm soapy water start to fill him.

Jane watched intently and then started the same procedure on Jason, whose eyes were transfixed on Peter's reddened face and tightly closed eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch him, even embrace the boy, but dared not. Then he felt Jane's liberally lubricated finger against his anus. She methodically coated the entire area and, just as she had been shown by Dorothy, inserted her finger as far as she could into his rectum. She smiled as she lubricated him for his next enema, taking pains to reach and gently massage his prostate. "Jason, you are being such a good boy. This will be all over in no time and then you and Peter can get a good night's sleep so you can be well rested for your exams."

Jason moaned as the invading finger caused him to become even more aroused. Jane, satisfied that his anus was ready for the nozzle, withdrew her finger and then pressed the cold steel against the partially open sphincter. He lurched forward, but quickly pushed back before Jane could scold him. This time the nozzle slipped in easily. She opened the clamp and let the warm water rush to refill his bowels.

The women looked at each other and smiled. Neither could have imagined that this wonderful fantasy would actually become real. Their dominance over the two boys was so complete and that reality sent shivers of pure lust down their spines and to the inner most depths of their loins. Their ecstasy was matched only by the utter humiliation of the two naked boys.

"Doctor," whispered Peter. "I don't think I can take any more. It is starting to hurt."

"Just a wee bit more Peter and then you can go to the toilet. Be a brave boy for me," she said encouragingly, as the bag gurgled to empty. "There we go. Now turn over on your back and pull your knees to your chest just as Jason did. We want the enema to get as deep inside of you as possible."

"But I have to go now. It hurts," he pleaded.

"Nonsense boy!" Dr Patterson shot back. "Roll over and start panting again. The cramps will subside in a moment. If we don't get you clean, we will have to repeat this again. You don't want that, do you?"

Realizing that it was a lost cause, Peter turned over and pulled his legs back just as he had seen Jason do and started panting. The silver nozzle was still firmly in place with only the base protruding from his anus. The women were delighted with the view this position afforded them. And the doctor began massaging the boy's abdomen to help reduce the cramps.

Peter kept panting and the cramps did lessen, but he was fully aware of his complete exposure.

After a few minutes, the doctor pulled the steel device free and watched the boy's anus slowly return to its natural closed position. Another shiver ran through her. "This just couldn't get any better," she said to herself. She reached for several tissues and placed them against Peter's anus. "OK young man, let's get you over to the toilet so you can get rid of all that nasty stuff just like Jason did." She helped Peter to his feet and led him to the toilet, which at the moment was the thing Peter most desired. He needed to go so badly that he completely forgot that his penis was pointing the way.

As quickly as he could, and with no pleas for privacy, he sat down and began expelling. The sounds of gushing water and loud plops filled the bathroom. As the relief came, he remembered that his penis was erect and quickly leaned forward to hide it from the staring eyes. Only Jason, whose head was still touching the floor and whose sphincter was still clasping the steel nozzle, did not see.

As Peter was releasing, Jason's bag gurgled to empty and he was eager to replace Peter on the toilet. "I need to go," he pleaded. The look of desperation covered his face, replacing the humiliation that had been there since his ordeal began. Unfortunately, his friend and fellow victim was far from finished. Gravity had carried the soapy water well up into the farthest reaches of his colon and was taking its time coming back out.

Jane was quick to answer. "You will have to hold it Jason until Peter finishes. You can't both use the toilet at the same time," she said mockingly.

"But I can't wait," he cried. "I am going to explode."

"Well then, I have the perfect solution for you – a bedpan!" she said with great glee. With his nozzle still securely inn place, she went to her bathroom and retrieved a bedpan from her linen closet. She delighted in realizing that there was yet another way to add to the boy's embarrassment. She returned to find Jason squirming and desperate for relief. She put the bedpan on the floor, yanked the plug from the boy's anus and forcibly sat him on the waiting receptacle.

Jason was near tears at he sat on the bedpan, but the pressure was too much for him to withstand. Having no alternative, he released his body's contents. At the same time he heard Peter shoot another long stream of water from his gut.

"Well Jane, from the sounds of it I think our two patients are going to be pretty clean for their morning physicals – just the way we need them to be," she said proudly as she walked over to Peter. "All done young man?

"I think so," he whispered.

"Good boy. Now lean forward for me so I can see what you did." With great resignation, he did as he was told. "Well, looks like you didn't have quite so much in you as Jason. Did your bowels move today?

"Y, yes Doctor – twice," he said in a barely audible tone.

"No wonder there is so little in there. What a difference between what you and Jason produced. That boy was really impacted. Now lean farther forward so I can clean you properly." He knew this was coming, but it nevertheless embarrassed him horribly that the doctor would actually wipe his ass for him. He felt like a small child again. Dr. Patterson reached for a wad of toilet paper and began wiping Peter clean, just as she had Jason. "Well, you may not have produced very much in the toilet, but you sure did leave a lot around your bottom. My goodness Peter, what a smelly mess you are." Peter was mortified, but said nothing.

Jason was still squatting over the bedpan and his face reddened even more as he heard the doctor talk about his bowel movement. After he shot what he thought was the last stream of water out of him, he said quietly "I think I am finished Doctor."

"Wonderful Jason. Jane, do you think you could clean him up while I get Peter ready for his rinse?"

"Sure Dorothy. I already got Peter's bag ready and I cleaned his nozzle too. OK Jason, let's see what you did. You might as well get on your hands and knees so I can see what's in the bedpan and then I will clean you properly."

Jason groaned, but without looking up, did as he was told. Jane looked into the bedpan and sounding pleasantly surprised, said, "Looks like his first enema did a very good job Dorothy. The water is almost perfectly clear." She then reached for the toilet paper and began wiping Jason's upturned bottom. "Not much to clean up here Dorothy – he's just a little wet around his anus."

"Jane, you would make a great nurse. Maybe you should give up teaching and come to work in my clinic," Dorothy said. The two women shared a laugh and then went about their tasks. "Peter, up you go. Let's get your rinse over with so you can get a good night's sleep." She flushed the toilet, took the boy by the arm and led him back to the spot where his enema bag awaited him, but paused before getting him into position. "Hmmmmmm," you know, just to be sure you don't have more stuff in you that the first enema didn't reach, I think we ought to try a different position. Yes, I think just to be on the safe side, we ought to have you on your back with your knees pulled tightly against your chest just like you saw Jason do. That should do the trick."

Peter was standing naked next to the doctor, but looking down at the floor. His erection had largely subsided, but his penis was still larger than normal. Obediently, he kept his hands at his sides and no longer made any attempt to cover himself. Slowly, he lowered himself to the floor and turned onto his back. Lifting his legs, he reached his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs up so that his knees were touching his chest. Though he willingly obeyed, his beet-red face betrayed his utter humiliation. He knew the sight the women and Jason now had of his most intimate areas. At least when he got his cleansing enema, he was able to keep his erect penis mostly out of view. In this even more degrading position, nothing would be hidden.

"Good boy Peter. Now just pull your legs back a wee bit more so I can get this pillow under you." She reached for the pillow and deftly positioned it beneath the boy's upturned hips.

Peter watched as the doctor lubricated the silver nozzle and then as her relubricated finger headed towards his exposed hole. He cringed as he felt her finger enter him and work its way deep inside. As it touched his prostate, his penis sprang to attention again, a sight that did not go unobserved by the two women. After several turning motions, she slowly withdrew her finger and immediately began pushing the nozzle against his slightly parted anal lips. They offered little resistance and in a couple of seconds, the nozzle locked firmly into place.

Dr. Patterson let her eyes slowly scan the submissive boy from head to toe and then brought them to rest at spot where the nozzle entered his body. She paused for another moment to remind herself how much she truly loved her work and to make a mental note to visit Jane more often. Without taking her eyes off that spot, she reached for the clamp and opened it. Peter instantly felt the water flow into him and he had to admit that he liked the warm feeling it gave him. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the soothing effect of the enema. Before he realized it, the bag gurgled empty. He felt full, but not uncomfortable and then felt the doctor tug at the nozzle. He was so relaxed that it easily slid out. Watching a boy's sphincter close as her special nozzles came out was one of Dr. Patterson's favorite sights.

"OK young man. Let's get you on the toilet so you can let all that water out. Then it's off to bed. You and Jason have a big day tomorrow." She spoke to him as she would a small child, but it was not possible to humiliate Peter any more than he already was.

With no coaxing, Peter let loose a torrent of water and he was soon empty. "Doctor, I am finished," he said softly.

"Wonderful Peter. Now lean forward for me so I can see what you did." Without responding, he did as he was told and he felt the doctor's warm hand on the back of his neck pushing him farther forward. "Perfect! The water is perfectly clear. I'll just get you cleaned up and then we are finished. That wasn't so bad, was it Peter ?"

"No ma'am, he whispered as he felt her paper covered hand wiping his ass. His mind was racing as he tried to unravel his many conflicting thoughts. All he really knew was that he enjoyed his enema and even the control the women exerted over him. The thoughts frightened him.

Jane and Jason watched intently as Dr. Patterson helped Peter off the toilet. "OK boys, now that you both are all cleaned out, time for bed," Jane commanded.

Without a word, the boys turned towards their respective bedrooms and disappeared into the darkness.

to be continued