The gallon enema was fed into my empty bowel slowly but without pause. The best Al would allow me was a slowing of the flow. When the bag finally went flat she closed the clamp on it and opened the one on a 2 quart clear open top.

Anne and Cynthia were massaging my tummy constantly and Al was explaining to Cynthia what made me so unusual for someone like her and Anne, “He has led a very sheltered life, no TV, he was a late bloomer physically so his attraction as a drive to women came a little later. He came to me with a full blown hyper strong sex drive that was mostly undirected by society. Emotionally he is more little boy than man and I will see that he stays that way. I have no use for a macho man. I love that he is still in touch with his feelings and will cry when his feelings are hurt or if I cause him great pain.”

“Why is that important though?”

“Feelings are sort of all together. A male that is tough and macho and never allows anyone to see him hurt is also a male that will always struggle to let those he loves know it and show how he feels.” Al patted my ass, “My little lover here ADORES me and shows it every way he can every chance he gets. He is free of the crap that infests our culture. You can’t turn emotions on and off like a light switch and I WANTED someone that would love me. Rocky provides that in spades!” She rubbed my tummy. “Don’t you Baby?”

“I love you Alicia! It’s like I told you once. I give you control my every bodily function except breathing and then when I look at you, you take my breath away I love you so much!” I gazed at her worshipfully. “My heart beats only for you.”

Cynthia looked at Al, “I understand… Will you let him grow up?”

“In some ways I will but never in some other ways as well. I will see to it that he can wear a mask in public because the world is cruel but THAT will be the mask. With too many men the mask is the one that shows a woman what she wants to see just so he can have what he wants; then the mask falls away and the woman has nothing. Rocky will show the assholes nothing and then drop that mask for me. What you don’t understand yet Cynthia is the fallacy of the concept that display of emotions equates to weakness. You are culturally programmed to look at a crying male as a weak male and that isn’t the case. The two are only joined together in the minds of people in THIS culture.”

I whimper, “Could we slow it a little please!?”

“I’m sorry Baby I wasn’t paying attention!” She partially closed the clamp. Because I was already totally cleaned out and that Al had required me to regularly take and hold 4 quart enemas, the big bag went pretty well. When she switched the new volume was immediately noticeable. When I whined I had probably reached the 5 quart level and at that moment was pretty sure that WAS capacity!

“Oh GOD Al, I don’t think I can hold anymore!!!” I warned her.

Al smiled and petted me, “Just relax and let me fill you dear. I know what I’m doing and would never harm you. Think of this like a spanking that you are taking for my pleasure. The cramps are accepted by you for me.”

I understood and closed my eyes. The cramps would come and go. Finally they reached a stage where they were either bearable or unbearable and NEVER went. I moaned but didn’t ask her to stop. I was sweating profusely though and beginning to feel a little nauseated. THAT I felt she needed to know about. “My beloved one, I am not asking you to stop but I may need a barf bag shortly please.” I offered.

Al laughed. “Get the baby a bed pan. He has taken enough. The pressure inside has balanced the pressure from the bag for 5 minutes now and I will not raise the bag. His max capacity is right at 6 quarts at this time.”

I was put on the bed pan, and slowly raised up. Then the greatest relief ever was granted me; the balloons inside and outside were deflated!! Al gently removed the nozzle and I poured out the crystal clear slightly scented with peppermint oil solution from within. They let me drain for a half hour and then rest for another half hour before they started with Cynthia’s procedure.

They moved me to the exam room where I was put in stirrups and strapped down. My legs were wide open and my ass hung off the end of the table! Anne held my hand while Al helped and guided Cynthia.

“You are actually quite lucky Rocky. Cynthia has exceptionally small hands so this is going to be easy for your first trip.” Al informed me.

I looked at her and with a weak smile told her, “I’m glad you feel confident!”

She came to me while Cynthia started the deep lubrication. “What’s the matter little one?” She asked.

“I’m scared! Is it going to hurt a lot?” I asked. “You can call it whatever you want. I know what it is. She’s going to FIST me and that doesn’t sound good to me. I know what you do with a fist! You hurt somebody with it…that is what a fist is for!”

Anne looked at me as a tear rolled down my cheek. “Alicia, are you sure that he is up to this. He is terrified?”

Al smiled, “Rocky, I promise you that this is not only not going to be very painful, but that you my little ass slut are going to love it. It is for your pleasure that I agreed to it. Her hands are small and once you experience it you will want it again and be willing to struggle for it a bet because I’m afraid my hands are much larger than Cynthia’s.” She glanced at Anne’s hands. “Perhaps we will use Anne as an intermediate between Cynthia and me.” She kissed my tear away and told me, “Now relax and ENJOY or do I need to spank you first to get you to relax. You know you always relax better after a spanking.”

I looked into her eyes and saw the truth of it and smiled, “I will relax now.”

They started with rectal expanders and slowly relaxed my sphincter. While I adjusted to each one, the women chatted about school and males. After the last one Cynthia put on a longer glove and began a gentle anal massage slowly adding fingers until she had the width of her hand in place, four fingers wide. She worked on my prostate a little there and I began to understand what Al had said because I now WANTED it all in me. After twisting her flattened hand around for a bit, Cynthia suddenly rolled it up and tucked in the thumb. With a tiny bit of pressure she popped through and I squealed in joy as my ass closed down on her wrist. Al nodded to Anne who suddenly leaned over and started a slow blowjob and the reaction of the probe and exploration was all orgasmic to me! Anne was GOOD and kept me on the edge until Cynthia started to withdraw. As she passed through on the way out Anne pushed me over the top and Cynthia paused with just her fingers in me and made my prostate go WILD!!. When they had cleared all seminal fluid from my system everyone withdrew and Al took over. I was inspected for abrasions or tears and declared a true ass slut and no worse for the wear. She used a funny ice pack to bring my asshole down to happy closure and then had Anne poke two huge suppositories up my butt and hold her fingers in me until they melted.

“Tomorrow Cynthia will be yours Rocky. Also tomorrow I will claim Anne. They will both start their day with enemas till clear. Then I will let you and Cynthia observe Anne’s spanking and acceptance of my authority. Then we will adjourn to bed until lunch. For tonight though, you take Anne to bed and I will take Cynthia. You need to get to know your new big sister better and it is still early so you two will have lots of time to talk and such.

Anne took my hand and we went to my bedroom. First we bathed and it felt wonderful to just sit in the big whirlpool tub with Anne and relax. She seemed fascinated with me. I had come a long way since Jack had caught me that fateful day as far as my comfort level around females. While Al had nurtured my ability to feel and express emotions she had also made sure that I understood that she didn’t see this as a weakness and had built up my self-confidence.

“You seem so comfortable in your skin. I envy that.” Anne told me.

Puzzled I asked, “What do you mean? I don’t get you.”

“When we were doing the enemas and stuff while you were our patient you seemed so comfortable with having us do it to you. I’ll tell you the truth, I’m dreading tomorrow and I THINK that Alicia will at least let us go to the toilet and not have to use a bed pan.”

“You don’t like enemas?”

“It’s not that so much as it is that I can’t imagine giving up THAT particular control to someone else willingly. The last enema I had, my Mother made me take when I was 14. I cried from beginning to end and was humiliated so bad I couldn’t look her in the face for a week!”

“Wow, I was embarrassed the first time Al made me take it but not like that. They feel sort of nice and Al is very gentle even when she makes you take more than you want like she did with me today. If you are dreading the enema you must be freaking about the spanking!”

She laughed, “Actually the spanking sounds kind of sexy to me. I’m not worried about that at all.”

“I hated the spankings at first. Now I’m a little like you…they are sort of sexy…as long as Al isn’t really mad at me. If you will just give yourself over to her for the enema like you do when you allow a spanking you will find it is pretty much the same thing. It goes against your INSTINCT to allow someone to actually HURT you. The enemas only go against your cultural and social programming. Al enjoys giving enemas…give her that pleasure. You are looking at it as her TAKING control; I give it to her and then relax and enjoy the ride because I trust her. You can trust Al Anne.”

We got out of the tub and dried each other off. Once dry we unselfconsciously went and crawled in my king-sized bed. I referred to it as my bedroom and bed but the fact is, I seldom slept there. I slept with Al or Jack whenever I was here. Once in the bed I turned to Anne. “How may I serve you?”

Anne looked at me and grinned. “Do you like 69? Do you think you’re ready for something after what you’ve just been through?”

I nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Why don’t you just let me do what I can for you and if something pops up then we can go 69 or whatever you want.”

“MAN, having you around is going to be NICE!” she kissed me. “I think that I understand now why I’m comfortable with you in a way that I’ve not been comfortable with a man before. You think like a woman more than you do like a man.”

I smiled, “Then let me make like a lesbian.” I kissed her softly without hurry or other intentions. I let her set the pace and guide me where she needed me. After a while I ended up face to pussy and once there I settled in to see just how long I could make her last before she lost control. I sucked and teased and licked and kissed until her breathing was raw and ragged. When my fingers finally sought her she was at melting point and as soon as my fingers curled and stroked her G-spot my mouth was filled with her nectar she bucked and squirted and I suckled her like a starving pup. When she finally slowed I returned to gently loving her without any demands or teasing until her breathing told me that she was ready to go again.

“Is there anything you would especially like Anne?” I asked innocently as my tongue teased under her clit.