When Only a Series of Enemas Will Do!!

Recently, I pulled the right pectoral muscle in my chest. The pain came on slowly after my workout and became incredibly intense. I got carried away with the hand weights, but it felt so good at the time. I guess it's like the runner's high you get when the endorphins start flowing. I'm pretty slim and tall, and in decent shape after years of running and working out at the gym.

I took a couple of pain killers and used liberal amounts of Ben Gay. Good old Ben Gay, nothing beats it. This helped a little but the pain wouldn't go away. I had to resort to taking muscle relaxers which helped a little more. Muscle relaxers are notorious for causing bad constipation. It did a number on me. It got pretty bad. Plus, it's one of those silent miseries that you have to endure alone. It's not something one brings up in polite office conversations. "Hey everybody! Guess what!?! I'm constipated,

big time! My favorite song right now is Jethro Tull's, Thick as a Brick!"

No matter what I did the aches and pains stubbornly persisted for over a week. It waxed and waned but it was always there at least as a dull ache.

It was Saturday morning, early, and I was still quite constipated. My wife had just left with her sister to go to an estate sale. Then they were going to do what they called "thrifting" where they go to different antique and thrift stores. Basically junk shops. They were going to have lunch somewhere and be home in the afternoon. I wish she'd fine a usable vintage enema bag or can, and some of those large black nozzles! I seriously doubt it though.

So, I thought this would be a perfect time for a series of enemas for a thorough clean out. In fact, I thought that the last enema should be a very large, coffee retention enema. It would certainly take my mind off the chronic discomfort and engulf me in some erotic pleasures! I first went to the master bedroom and stripped off all my clothes and put them away. I grabbed a pair of lycra running shorts and put them on before I returned to the kitchen.

I got out two four quart plastic pitchers. One for the soap 🧼 suds and rinse, and the other for the coffee. I also prepared the coffee maker to brew the first pot of coffee. With the coffee started, I filled one of the pitchers with very warm water to the three quart mark and then swished a bar of goat's milk soap 🧼 back and forth vigorously for at least 30 seconds until until I had a good head of suds. It looked like a giant mug of beer with a rounded head of suds on top. Satisfied it was soapy enough, I carried it back to the master bathroom for my first enema.

I already had my favorite, four quart bag hanging on the top shelf over the toilet. I also had placed several fluffy towels on the floor to create a comfy enema nest. My favorite douche nozzle was attached to the bag's clear hose so I was ready to go. I slipped of my shorts and got down on my left side and brought my right leg up to get myself ready. I knew that nozzle would feel so good spraying against my prostate. As usual, I felt my heart begin to race as I anticipated the start of a series of stimulating enemas. This was just the beginning! The three quart soapy enema flowed in pretty fast without any major cramps as if my body was craving it. It did begin to sting a little as I laid on my left side. I moved onto my back and slowly massaged my abdomen, coaxing the soapy mix deep inside. Soon the bag was flat and empty.

I knew I was definitely constipated when I discovered the nozzle had a coating of that nasty stuff when I slid it back out. Ugh! I raised it up and placed it in the sink for a thorough cleansing later. I applied some folded toilet paper to my anus to help me hold it all in and tried to relax. I rolled onto my right side and remained in a relaxed fetal position while the enema did its magic. More out of instinct than anything else, I grasped my cock which was beginning to stand at attention and salute my efforts.

What a relief it was when I released 15 minutes later! All that mess in me rushed out in large lumps along with the soapy water. I could actually feel the long, large monsters moving against my colon on the way out! It felt good and was such a relief. Regardless, the constipation was gone in an instant and I felt so much lighter! A big plus was the pleasant and stimulating sensations from the enema. Yes, I was semi erect by now and doing a little edging. The muscle pain was still there, but subdued. I thought that I'd go ahead and begin preparations for a rinse enema.

I rinsed all the soap out of my four quart bag and the pitcher, and thoroughly cleaned the nozzle to prepare for the rinse. I slipped on my running shorts, picked up the empty pitcher, and headed to the kitchen. Yes, I did hit the switch on the exhaust fan on my way out.

I saw that the coffee had finished brewing. Setting down my empty pitcher, I picked up the other one and added some sea salt, baking soda and a few drops of peppermint oil. I poured in all the coffee and swished it around to mix. I added some more coffee grounds to the coffee maker and started another pot to brew. I was going for a big and strong coffee enema today.

Anyway, I added sea salt to the other pitcher and filled it with very warm water to just over the 3 quart mark. After mixing it, I returned to the bathroom and took my rinse enema. I took it nice and slow and rocked my body from side to side and massaged my slightly distended belly to make sure it reached all the nooks and crannies. After holding about five to ten minutes I released. I got so much more mess out this time. I was slowly stroking myself while releasing but stopped before I went too far. Once I was certain I'd released it all I cleaned up, slipped my shorts back on, picked up the empty pitcher, and returned to the kitchen.

It was time to fix my coffee enema. First I cleaned and put away the pitcher I'd used for the first two enemas. The coffee maker had finished brewing a second pot of coffee. I poured all of the coffee into the pitcher which brought the level up past the three quart mark. I could really smell the peppermint oil that I had added. This adds a nice tingling sensation to the enema that is rather erotic and stimulating. The aroma is very pleasant and I felt my heart beating faster with excitement and anticipation of this large enema. I knew the coffee was still way too hot to take, so I got a big handful of ice from the refrigerator's dispenser to cool it. I placed about three handfuls of ice into the pitcher before I could get the temperature down to 108. I used a standard oral thermometer to check. Once again the pectoral muscle twinged sharply, pretty badly too. Ouch! That muscle had been sore all morning but the sharp spasms were the worst. After it seemed to settle, I gingerly picked up the full pitcher and saw that it was just a smidgen below the the four quart mark. Oh Boy!

I knew this was going to be a large enema but I knew from experience that I could take it all, without too much difficulty (I hope) especially, as it was so warm and that I was cleaned out and ready for it. Time to get this party started.

I carefully carried this large and heavy pitcher full of coffee back to the master bathroom. Aside from the twinges of muscle pain, I was getting pretty excited about this big enema. My growing erection was proof.

I set the pitcher of coffee on the sink counter and got down my four quart bag. I ran some hot water through the bag to warm it up and clamped the hose; leaving the tubing filled. Next, I poured all the coffee into the bag and hooked it on the highest rung of the shelves over the toilet. It is something to see this big bag filled almost to capacity and know that in a minute or two it will be flowing into me. I got out one of my favorite anal plugs for a retention enema. It has a shiny, golden color, and is soft yet firm, and about six inches long and one and a half inches wide with a round, suction cup base. I thought that I must be crazy to do this. But why not? I really don't think it would hurt me a bit and it would definitely feel awesome and sensual.

I lubed up the douche nozzle, the plug, and myself and laid down on the rather cozy towels on the bathroom floor. After inserting the nozzle, while lying on my left side, I rolled over onto my back to take the coffee enema. With the douche nozzle nicely seated all the way in, I stretched my legs out straight on the towels. I stretched some more as I laid on my back and positioned a folded towel under my head. I spread my legs allowing plenty of room for the clear hose. Feeling comfy, I felt along my currently flat abdomen and took in the sight of the clear hose rising up between my thighs running up to the bulging bag of coffee. I then felt down over my excited cock, down past my sensitive testicles to the protruding nozzle and felt along for the clamp that was only about an inch or two from the nozzle. Trying to imagine that i was on some sexy nurse's treatment table, I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Then, with a loud snap, I opened the clamp all the way and felt the rather hot coffee spraying delightfully inside my rectum. It seemed to flow so easily around every bend and curve of my colon as I filled. I guess the preparatory enemas had down their job well.

The nozzle remained well seated and there were no leaks. I felt the end of the nozzle for a few seconds more feeling the steady flow of coffee that was creating a mild vibration as it shot through the small holes nestled inside me. Releasing it, I slowly ran my finger nails over my tight testicles and along my hard shaft and used my other hand to rub my belly in a counter clockwise motion. I could feel it rushing inside and my abdomen was beginning to grow and grow. It was amazing how fast it was rushing in. I grasped the nozzle again and moved the nozzle around until the spray was perfectly striking my prostate. Oh! The sensations. Precum was starting to dribble from my penis and drip upon my swelling belly. I quickly began to feel really full, but it felt so good! Suddenly, it just stopped! I had heard that familiar sucking sound and saw the coffee had stopped halfway down the clear hose. Almost reluctantly I clicked it closed. I actually felt disappointed as the spraying sensation had been that good and titillating!

I gently removed the nozzle and then slowly inserted the anal plug.

It slipped in easily and seated itself at the base. I had a good seal and it felt awesome against my prostate. I sat up slowly and rubbed and gently slapped my taut belly. I could feel the coffee solution settling within the full length of my bloated colon. I rocked from side to side and felt the plug move and thrust. My cock was at full mast and the head was taut and shiny. I was in the enema zone. I was scared to stroke it as I knew it was a hair trigger away from shooting it's load. I just didn't want these sensations to end!

I laid back on my left side and used a small hand towel to wipe away the excess lubricant. Cradling my belly I gingerly got to my feet and admired my enema engorged belly in the mirror.

I couldn't resist pushing my stiff cock forward and then releasing it to slap against my luxuriously full belly. Oh! Oh! I felt so good and even sexy in a kinky way. I repeated this silly trick with my stiff cock a few times. I wondered if those muscle relaxers helped me take such a large enema and for it to feel so intensely good and erotic. I looked at my watch and set the timer for 25 minutes l and hit start.

Now, just to add some additional sensuality to the whole enema affair, I picked up the pair of shiny leggings I'd left folded by the sink. They're shiny black with a rubber coating plus a scrunched back to envelope each of my ass cheeks. They give wonderful sensations when I run on the treadmill! The "scrunch" is a strong elastic band that's supposed to lift and separate the cheeks and help tone them while wearing.

I slowly slid them on. I ran my hands along my legs pulling the rubbery material up nice and snug. As I pulled them over my butt I gently parted each cheek and let the scrunch settle snugly against the butt plug. In front, I pulled them up snug an tight around my balls and cock. My erection was perfectly outlined against the thin shiny material, nestling it against my inflated belly. I then pulled the leggings the rest of the way up. The waist band gently supported my belly adding to the luscious full feeling. I pulled up the sides and the back as far as I could. It produced the most sensual wedgie pressing firmly against my taught cheeks and ass placing wonderfully intense pressure against the plug. I ran my hands all over my sensually gloved body. Such intense eroticism!

I threw on an old sweatshirt and slowly walked down the hall to my home office. Each step sent waves of erotic pleasure throughout my entire body. The gentle rubbing against my erection threatened to send me over the edge!!

I eased into my high back chair before my desk and computer. The pressure from sitting forced the plug to settle in a little more deeply. I rocked my butt side to side in the seat getting very comfortable and then rolled close to the keyboard. As I worked the mouse I couldn't help but feel the dull ache in my right pectoral. Ugh! However, it couldn't compete against the powerful waves of erotic pleasure enveloping my whole body in sensual waves.

I had clicked on a perfect porn video for such an occasion as this. It was a "romantic" one, kinda sorta, about a gorgeous girl giving her boyfriend an enema over her knees followed by deep pegging with an intimidating strap-on dildo. A solid plot! I hit play on the computer!

My cock had begun to deflate prior to the start of the video. Dragging my nails along its length, silhouetted through the thin and rubbery material, soon returned it to its fully engorged state. Precum had lubricated the area inside the leggings allowing the little monster to slide around within the snug confines. It felt so good! I ran my hands over my rubbery thighs, my crotch, and my oh so full belly.

I was at the part in the video where the girl began to ease the strap on dildo into the guy's ass. (And to think they are both classically trained actors, and this is the only work they could find!) I played along with the movie by rocking my ass cheeks from side to side causing the plug to gently rise and fall and rub my prostate and send ripples through my full intestines. My anus gripped the toy tightly as I continued to edge myself and massage my belly. (Oh how I wish my wife would do this to me some day!) I knew I wouldn't be able to take much more of this despite the distraction of the pulled muscle.

That's when It happened. I felt the muscle in my chest finally, really relax. The best analogy I can make is that it was like an oversized rubber strap that had been stretched to its breaking point and then suddenly released. The relief was immediate like a dislocated shoulder being popped back in place! I couldn't believe it. It was almost like an orgasm all by itself. Anyways, the stimulation to my body seemed to dramatically increase. The big enema, the anal plug, the caress of the hot leggings, sent me into a blinding orgasm! My body shook as cum shot out in thick torrents flooding the leggings. It kept coming in spurt after spurt. I could feel some of it flow around and over my balls and flow between my cheeks reaching the butt plug. My ass had a death grip on the plug pulling it deep into my rectum. For a brief nanosecond I feared it might slip and shoot deep inside. Its base had stretched deep into my sphincter but it held! The orgasm began to wane and I sat there sexually satiated in the afterglow gently rubbing my enema filled belly. As if on cue the timer on my watch went off. I ignored it and just rested there and watched the end of the video where the girl was still pegging away furiously while he shot his load in arching ropes of cum onto the bed.

Weak and spent, the large enema now began to insist upon its release. I felt all wet and gooey in the leggings. They're supposed to be waterproof! Holding my belly, pain free, and in a state of bliss I slowly stood up and began to slowly walk back to the bathroom. I found the now lubricated leggings delivered even more delightful sensations. As I entered the bathroom to expel, clean up, and shower, I knew this was something I would definitely do again! And, somehow, someway I've got to awaken my wife's kinky side. It's there somewhere. We could have done this together ❤️! She could have been astride me, or I upon her, when I had that explosive orgasm! It would have been even more intense if we could have climaxed together! Who knows what the future will bring!