I had been treated in the ER and was being released. As my wife was out of town on business, her sister picked me up and took me to her house to stay for a week so she could care for me. I was in a lot of pain, so every 4 hours she would bring me pain meds. I was well cared for. The second day i began to have significant nausea, and I asked her if she could call the doctor and ask if i could be given something for the nausea. She replied that the ER team had already sent a prescription along at discharge time, which she had already filled. She said she would get it and be right back. I was a bit confused when she returned to the bedroom - she had a towel, some latex gloves, but no water glass. She told me to turn over onto my stomach and she would then give me the medicine. I asked her what was happening, and she explained that the remedy was in the form of a suppository. I turned 14 shades of red, and actually thought I might faint from embarassment. She was very cool, and told me the sooner I would turn over the more quickly I would feel better.

I did as I was told, and she placed a the towel under my pelvis. She then pulled my shorts down with no hesitation. Time seemed to stop now - I could hear the gloves going on, then she used one hand to spread me open. I felt a cold squirt of what must have been KY, and then a finger was inserted deeply. I assumed it was the suppository, but then she wiggled the finger around inside me, withdrawing it after what seemed an eternity. She then said to get ready - and I felt a second intrusion. She moved it very deeply inside me - almost painfully deep. Eventually she removed her finger, pulled my shorts back up and left the room without a word. I feel asleep, and after about two hours she returned and asked how I felt. I was better, and told her so, turning red all over again. I assumed that would be the end of things, but that night when she returned with the pain meds and antibiotics, I could see the foil wrapped bullet, gloves, KY and another towel at the ready. I protested, saying I wouldn't be needing any more treatments, but she immediately became somewhat aggressive and told me to prepare myself as she was in charge of my care.

The next day, the treatment continued. I was indeed feeling better, and during one of the insertions I began to develop an erection. I believed that I was able to conceal it form her though, and realxed to enjoy the procedure. After the initial digital exam, to my surprise, she removed her gloves before the insertion. She then asked me when the last time I had had a BM. I became very nervous at this point, and lied, saying I had had one earlier in the day while she was out. She replied that the digital exam proved otherwise, and she said she would soon return and that I would be given an enema.

If I thought I was embarassed before, I nearly went into shock now. She left the room, and I was dizzy with thoughts - how to avoid the treatment, but also with absolute sexual excitement that I now feared I would have no way to conceal. Before I could arrive at a way to talk my way out of it, she returned with a large array of equipment - a large bag enema, several nozzles, gloves, many towels, etc. She told me to turn over and get on my elbows and knees. As I did so, she began to move pillows under me to support me, but I was sure that my now fully erect member would not avoid detection. She didn't say anything though, and as I settletd down on the towels and pillows, I thought I would survive. She explained that the enema may be somewhat painful, but that it was for my own good. With that, I saw her attach the fattest nozzle. She spread me, applied lubricant. She then inserted a finger, very deeply, pushing firmly against the walls of my rectum. I thought I might ejaculate from her actions, and then she pulled her finger out before that could happen. Next, I felt the enema nozzle going in. It was somewhat painful - much bigger in diameter than I had suspected. Once in, she told me to take some deep breaths, that it was time to begin. I did so, and suddenly I could feel the soapy water going in. I nearly panicked as cramps began soon, and I felt possibly I might not be able to retain the solution.

After a few more minutes, I begged for her to stop. She mortified me at that time, saying that i was to turn over and that she would massage my stomach to help me with retention. I protested, but she placed her arms firmly on my torso and began to turn me. As I rolled over, my erection was plainly visible and I again was nearly in shock. Without missing a beat, she began to massage my stomach. As she moved lower to my pelvic region, she grabbed the KY lubricant and appiled a generous amount to my penis. I nearly came immediately, but she would stop the motion when she sensed I was near. Finally, she announced that the bag was empty. At that time, she grabbed my scrotum, increased the frequency of massage, and I ejaculated what seemed to be the entire contents of my whole body. After that, she helped me to my feet, accompanying me to the toilet. She stayed in the room as I expelled, again embarassing me beyond thought. I returned to be, was then given my meds - including the anti-nausea suppository. As she told me goodnight, she told me that I had been a good patient, and that as long as I "cooperated", there would be no problems and my situation would be confidential. I drifted off to sleep, and awakened to enjoy three more days of "treatments" - although every time I would turn red and nearly go into shock from her ministrations.