The Madison Dornan Story
I only had two and a half hours of office appointments remaining when Bradly left, but as usual I was running behind by the time he returned. As it turned out I wasn’t able to leave with him until almost six, yet he was very up-beat and understanding of the fact that he had to wait for me. I was glad for that, and told him that being late was just part of being a doctor. Once outside I told him that he could leave his car in the parking lot, and we could both take my car up to my property, or he could drive his car and follow me up. To my disappointment he chose to follow me up in his car, so we made the four mile trip in separate cars. Upon our arrival I had Bradly park near my back door while I parked in my garage. After gathering my brief case and jacket, I joined Bradly and then showed him into my home.
This may sound strange as I had just seen Bradly only a few hours before, but I was all but overcome by his extreme good looks and boyishly charming personality once we were in my home. In the back of my mind I attributed a lot of his improved presentation to the absence of his mother. It wasn’t that I thought she was a bad person, but rather a strong personality who kept a constant pressure on her son to please her and uphold her values, to the point that I felt Bradly might be in constant fear of falling short of her expectations, and consequently suffering her wrath. Another point that could have added to Bradly’s general attractiveness, was the fact that he seemed far more relaxed, and therefore far more positive about himself than he had been in my office. His first comment upon entering my home, was, “Wow, Doctor Madison, this is really nice. I can see why you like it up here.”
“I’m glad you like it. But when you’re here, you need to call me Greg. Doctor Madison is only for my office.”
“Great, you can call me Brad. Only my mother calls me Bradly. Where should I put my stuff?”
“Follow me. I’ll show you to your room.” Bradly followed me upstairs, carrying a small zippered bag to what I called, my guest room. I opened its door and gestured him in as I announced, “You’re my first guest, and so you’re also the first person to ever sleep in this room.”
“You kidding. It’s a great room.”
“Thanks, I want you to be comfortable and feel welcome while you’re here.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I’m still a little nervous, but I’ll get over it.” And then after a short hesitation he added, “But I still don’t know why you want me here.”
“I told you that I thought you might need a little vacation.”
“Yea, I know. That’s why I want to be here. But why do you want me here?”
I smiled at him in effort to ease the tension as I said, “Okay, let me ask you this. Have you ever seen someone, even from a distance, and just thought you’d like to be that person’s friend?”
“Yea, I guess so.”
“Well, that’s how I feel about you. I would really like to be your friend. It’s that simple.”
“Are you gay?” he asked.
“Boy, you get right to it, don’t you?”
“Well you asked me a lot of private stuff when I was in your office today.”
“Okay, but I’m trusting you to never tell anyone, not even your mother, but yes, I’m gay.”
“Oh God.” Bradly said “I don’t believe it. And you like me?”
“I won’t lie to you, Brad, because the truth is I do. I like you a lot. Why wouldn’t I? You’re a great kid, and so I’d like to be your friend. Wouldn’t you like that?”
"Well Yea, but I never thought someone like you would ever like someone like me.”
“Yea, well I could say the same about you. I mean, why would an eighteen year old kid like you want to be friends with someone my age?”
Bradly smiled, and said, “That’s dumb. You don’t know how much I’ve dreamed of meeting someone like you. And the someone in my dreams was never half as hot as you, and he certainly wasn’t a doctor. Even so, there are some things you need to know about me. First of all, I don’t even know how to be gay, or do gay things. Besides that, I don’t want to just have sex. That just isn’t who I am. When I have sex, it’ll be with someone I love, and with someone who I know loves me. In fact, being in that kind of relationship is the only way I think I could even get close to having sex.”
I smiled again, and said, “That’s really wonderful, because that’s exactly how I feel. And that’s why I suggested that you come up here for the weekend. It’ll give us both a chance to just relax and get to know each other. Like the fact that even though I’m nine years older than you, I’ve never had sex with another person either. And the reason for that is that I’ve been waiting to meet someone who I feel is special enough, someone that I love enough to trust with my most intimate needs and feelings.”
“And you think that someone could be me?”
I smiled, and said, “I know this might be hard for you to understand, but in all honesty, I do think you could be that person.”
Bradly smiled back, as he said, “If you want honesty, I want to trust you in that same way, and I’ve never said that to anyone else in my life. But right now I need to use your bathroom, real bad.”
“Sure,” I said as I moved to the door so I could show Bradly to a bathroom that was just across the hall from his room. When I opened its door, Bradly darted in, and then immediately turned back to face me while saying, “I’m sorry, but this sometimes happens to me when I get nervous.” Then just before closing the door, he said, “This could get real smelly and embarrassing, so could you please go back downstairs? I really don’t want you to even hear me.” And then I heard the door lock.
I wanted him to know that I respected his desire for privacy, so I spoke through the door, telling him that I would be in the kitchen. I then descended the stairs and entered the kitchen to look around to find something I could rustle up for our dinner. But before I found anything, Bradly came in and said, “I’m really sorry, Greg, but I think I’d better go.”
“But why?” I asked.
“Because my guts are really upset.” And then for the second time that day, tears began to stream down his cheeks as he went on to say, “Please don’t get discourage with me, but I’m afraid I might shit my pants at any second, and I don’t want you to see that.”
I immediately asked, “You brought your meds, didn’t you?”
“Yea, but they don’t help when I’m nervous like this, so I think I’d do better at home.”
“But I’m a doctor, Brad. What could happen at home that I couldn’t provide for you here?”
"Yea, well it’s too embarrassing for me to even say.”
“Please stay, Brad. I really want to help you through this. That’s the kind of thing real friends do for each other.”
“You don’t know how much I’d like to stay, but as I said, it would just be too embarrassing.”
“Again, Brad, I’m a doctor.”
Bradly began to move toward the door as he said, “I know, but I want you to respect me as a man.”
I took ahold of his hand, and said, “But I want something that’s more important than that. I want a chance to love you.”
Bradly looked all but in a panic when he said, “But I’ll probably need an enema to get my guts to calm down, and I’m used to my mother doing that for me.”
I continued to hold his hand as I said, “Yes, but you know I can also do that for you.”
Bradly looked to the floor, and said, “But I’d be too embarrassed to let you.”
“Again, Brad, I’m a doctor. That’s the kind of thing I’ve been trained to do.”
Bradly cast his eyes to the floor as he said, “Yea, but sometimes enemas make me get a boner.”
I put my other hand on his, and said, “Look at me Brad.” It took a moment for him to bring his eyes back to mine, but only then did I go on to say, “You mean that you would rather get an erection in front of your mother, than in front of me?”
Bradly averted his eyes back to the floor before saying, “I just don’t want you to think I’m some kind of freak, that’s all.”
“Well, if you want us to be true friends, you need to trust that I wouldn’t think that. I’ll tell you right now, that if you get a boner from an enema that I give you, I’ll only think that you’re even more beautiful than I first thought. And that’s all I’ll think.”
Bradly looked back to me, and said, “I know this is probably too soon for me to ask this, but I would really like it if you could hug me?”
As unexpected as that request was, I pulled him to me with the hand I was holding, and then kissed him as I wrapped my arms around his torso to fully embrace him. He kissed me back with a passion I didn’t expect. And without any encouragement he opened his mouth so that our tongues could touch. That all felt so good, that without further thought I began to search my tongue all through his mouth as if I had been starving for his taste all of my life. When he finally broke from that kiss to take a breath, he said, “I was afraid to say this before because I didn’t want to scare you, but even though we just met, I think I love you. I know it’s way too soon for me to admit that, but if you want honesty, that’s how I feel.”
“It’s not too soon, Brad. I feel the same about you. That’s why I want you to stay and let me take care of you.”
Bradly kissed me again, and then said, “It’s going to be embarrassing for me, but I’ll stay because I really want to be with you. It’s just that I hate you seeing me when I can’t even control my poop.” Then he suddenly squinted his eyes as if he were in pain, and in a panicked voice, he said, “It’s too late. It’s too late. Oh God, I’m shitting my pants. I’m sorry. I tried to warn you, but this is just something I can’t always control. Please don’t think I’m some kind of baby, but I have to get to a bathroom.”
By that point, I could smell his expelled stool, so I said, “The thing is, Brad, if I think of you as a baby, I’ll be thinking of you as my baby, a baby that I love.”
“Please Sir, let me get to a bathroom, or this is going to get a whole lot worse.”
“Come on.” I said, “Let’s go back upstairs where you can use the toilet and then get a nice warm shower.”
I escorted Bradly back up the stairs with my arm around his waist while holding him tight to my side. And just as we approached the upstairs bathroom, I said, “You need to know that you can’t embarrass yourself with me. Even though we just met, I know that I love you way too much for you to worry about such things.”
As soon as we entered the bathroom, Bradly turned to me and said, “I never thought falling in love would be like this. I hope you really do love me, because I really need for that to be true.”
I looked to his eyes, and then softly and gently kissed him before saying, “Come on now. Get undressed so we can get you cleaned up.”
“I’m kind of embarrassed to get undressed in front of you. I’m sure I have diarrhea all over my butt and underpants. I can even feel some running down my leg.”
“But why be embarrassed? Remember it was only four hours ago that I had my finger up your butt to check your prostate. So you know that I’ve already seen and felt everything there is to see or feel down there.”
“Yes, but I hadn’t pooped my pants like a baby.” Bradly said as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head. Then he kicked his tennis shoes off, and one by one lifted his feet to remove his socks. Next came his jeans, and then the underpants that he had just soiled with liquid excrement. I took his underpants and rolled them up in his jeans, and then placed the roll on the vanity. Then I told Bradly to sit on the toilet to see if he could fully empty his colon. He quickly followed my instructions and passed a fair amount of liquid stool. When he was done I had him stand so I could inspect his deposit. I was happy to see no evidence of blood, and so I told him that he should just relax because I was going to fix him right up. He look directly in my eyes, and said, “I don’t think that’s possible, Sir. I’ve had this problem for more than two years, and no one’s been able to fix me yet.”
I smiled at him, and said, “First of all, it makes me feel like we’re not really friends if you keep calling me, “Sir”, so please call me Greg. And secondly, I’m going to have a look in your rectum to see what’s going on in there. Have you ever had anyone look in your rectum with an anal speculum?"
“I don’t know, maybe. People have had all kinds of thing up my butt.”
“Well it might be a little uncomfortable for a minute or so, but it shouldn’t actually hurt. What it will do, is give me a better idea as to what is going on in your rear plumbing. So if you would just bend over this counter top so I could clean you up, we’ll get started.”
Bradly followed my instructions as I ran warm water on a washcloth. As soon as I was prepared, I looked to his naked buttocks and separated his supple butt cheeks so I could clean his anal cleavage. The first thing I noted, was that the inflammation around his anus was an even brighter red then it had been in my office. I patted his naked butt cheek and told him to wait, and then went to my bedroom where I retrieved an anal speculum that I’d purchased for my office, but for some reason never got it there, I also got a flashlight, and a tube of KY Jelly. By the time I got back to Bradly I noted that he was sporting a partial erection. After a quick glance I said, “I know this may be a little difficult, but do you think you could climb up and kneel on top of this vanity?”
Without questioning my request, Bradly hopped up on the counter and assumed an ass up, knee-chest position. It may have been my imagination, but I noted an air of innocence in Bradly as I put my left hand to his cleavage to better separate his butt cheeks. I applied KY to his clutched sphincter, and then pushed my index finger fully up into his rectum. With no glove to insulate my sense of feel, I noted that the rash like quality of his rectal walls was far more pronounced than it had been in my office only hours before. I massaged Bradly’s right butt cheek with my right hand as I palpated the rash in his rectum. To put him at ease, I said, “I won’t lie, Brad. I know it’s kind of soar in here, but I really like having my finger up your butt. I don’t know if you can understand this, but to me, everything about your butt seems to turn me on.”
Bradly took a breath, and said, “Boy, I’m glad you feel that way.”
“I do, but now I just want you to relax so I can insert this scope and have a quick look around. Are you ready?”
A small amount of flatulence escaped as I withdrew my finger, for which Bradly apologized. I told him not to worry about any future farts as he wouldn’t be able to control such things while the speculum was inserted. Then I slowly eased the metal speculum through his anus and well up into his rectum. As soon as it was in place I turned its thumbwheel, causing its inserted paddles to separate and open his anal/rectal cavity to my view. Then with a small flashlight I was able to examine his anal structure and rectal walls as I slowly rotated the speculum to view all proximal tissues. As I’d suspected, the rash I felt with my finger was clearly visible over all I could see, including his perianal area.
Bradly seemed to tolerate the speculum with little distress, so I was able to examine his anus and rectum quite thoroughly. When I finally collapsed its paddles and withdrew the small metal scope I caressed his buttocks, while saying, “Well, Brad, I’m seeing rash like lesions on the walls of your rectum that probably extend throughout your colon. That kind of inflammation is sometimes consistent with an infection or food allergy. Are you eating anything that you didn’t regularly eat before you noticed your symptom?”
“No. My other doctor asked me that same question, so I’ve given it a lot of thought, so I’m pretty sure that’s not it.”
“Then I feel that your problem is most likely a nervous or stress reaction that’s brought on because you are emotionally upset over something. I could wrong about that, but I have to tell you that that’s where I’d put my money if I were a betting man. I really think your IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) is being caused by worry, anxiety, or other psychological pressures and stress that you are experiencing. So instead of going on a witch-hunt for a possible food allergy, I want to see if we can reduce or eliminate the psychological stuff first.
“But how can I do that?” Bradly asked.
“Well, from your own account, it seems like your IBS began just after you started puberty. Does that sound about right?”
While keeping his head down, and while speaking into his folded arms, he said, “Yea, that does sound about right.”
“Then I think it’s important that we reduce any stress or anxiety that relates to that.”
While Bradly was still hunkered down on the counter top with his naked boy butt fully in my view, he said, “That sounds like a good idea, but how can I do that?”
“Well, because the onset of your symptoms seems to coordinate with your becoming aware that you’re gay, it seems quite possible to me that the two are related. Sexual pressures and anxieties are quite common in boys your age, especially if they’re gay and trying to hide that fact. If you stop and think about it, I bet you’ll find that your colon problems began about the same time you became concerned that people might find out that you like boys instead of girls. Does that sound about right?”
“Yea, I never thought about it like that, but that actually seems right.”
Okay then. If you think I’m right, I’d like to do a little experiment. I’d like to start by administering a special enema to you to night that will soothe your colon, and hopefully calm it down. And then I want you to relax and not feel like you need to hide anything from me for the rest of this weekend. Because the truth is, there is no need for you to be anything but your true self while you’re with me. Is that understood?”
While still speaking into his arms, Bradly said, “Yes, Sir, I’d really like that. I’ll try anything because I’m really tired of having people poking things up my butt.”
While running my hands over his beautiful butt cheeks, I said, “Actually I hope you’re not too tired of that, because to tell you the truth, I want to poke all kinds of things up your butt. Things that I hope will turn you on and make you feel loved.”
Bradly raised his head and looked back at me with a broad smile on his face as he said, “You’re embarrassing me. But the truth is, I think I’d like that.”
“Good, because I think you have an especially cute butt, and to tell you the truth, I’m glad that I’m going to get to give it a very special enema. I promise it will be quite small, but I’ll need for you to hold it in for ten to fifteen minutes. Do you think you could do that for me?”
Bradly slipped down from the vanity top and said, “I can’t promise, but I’ll try, Sir… I mean Greg.”
I kissed Bradly, and told him to hop in the shower. The shower enclosure in that bathroom was clear glass, allowing me an unencumbered view of Bradly as he began to soap his body under the warm cascading water. Of course that also meant that he had a clear view of me as I prepared his enema. I only filled my enema bag about a quarter full. And instead of adding the usual enema soap, which I felt would only further irritate his bowel, I added a full bottle of Pepto-Bismol. From inside the shower stall, Bradly called out to ask, “What’s that?”
“It’s Pepto-Bismol.” I said, “It will make your enema smooth and soothing. I think you might even like it.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.” he said, “Has anyone ever liked an enema?”
“I hope so.” I said, “I won’t kid you, Brad, I’m going to enjoy giving this one to you.”
“Because you’re cute. And because I love you and want to teach you about all the fun a properly administered enema can be. Of course a lot of that will have to wait until I’ve got you all healed up.”
Bradly exited the shower, grabbed a towel, and began drying himself. And for the first time he didn’t seem at all shy about his nudity, or even his partial erection. He stepped up to my back, allowing me to take in his image in the bathroom mirror, as he asked, “Do you really think I’m cute?”
I turned to face him, and then kissed him before saying, “Yes, I do, and so does my dick. It gets hard every time I see you, and I can promise you that it will be even harder while I’m giving you this enema.” I kissed him again, and then while holding his enema up, I said, “Okay, it’s all ready. I’d like for you to climb back up on this counter, just like you did for the anoscope.”
Bradly stepped to the vanity and climbed up to kneel on its marble counter top with his penis dangling between his legs. I hung the enema bag from the top of the shower door, and then squeezed some KY on to my index finger so I could apply it to his anus. It contracted at first touch, but eventually relaxed enough to allow my finger easy entry. My penis began to grow as my finger slipped through his anal ring, and it all but pulsed as I felt Bradly’s anal/rectal muscles gripping and clutching my finger as it probed within him. As much as I wanted to play in Bradly’s rectum, I withdrew and inserted the enema nozzle. As soon as I turned on the flow, Bradly said, “Oh God, that feels so good. Nothing like my mom’s enemas. I’m usually begging her to take her nozzle out by now.”
I administered Bradly’s enema in a single slow flow while taking in the view of his perfect buttocks, a view that kept my cock rock hard the whole time it took for him to take all of the Pepto-Bismol and water mix that I put in his bag. In fact, he seemed to tolerate it so well, that when he had taken it all, I withdrew the enema nozzle and told him that he could get down from the vanity if he liked. He took my suggestion and was soon standing beside me. Only that time his penis was fully erect, and he didn’t seem to be trying to hide that fact. So when I brought my gaze up from his penis to his eyes, I said, “I want you to know that I think your penis is beautiful. And I love that it erects when I give you an enema. So you need to know that it isn’t something you need to hide from me. So when you’re around me, you need to understand that your erections are something you should be proud of, and not a reason to feel embarrassed.”
Bradly then asked if I would kiss him, and so I did while we both once again playing our tongues into our mouths where they seemed to duel against each other. And then I went on to tell him that I hoped that all the enemas that I might give him in the future would have the very same effect on him.
At first he just looked at me, but he finally said, “Do all doctors like to give enemas?”
“No,” I said, “you were just unlucky enough to get me.”
He shook his head, and said “No, I’m lucky to have found you. In fact, I can’t believe how lucky, because I’ve never even liked my doctors before, and yet I really like you. In fact I love you, I really do. I even think I’ll be able to relax around you because you know who I am, and you seem to like me the way I truly am.”
While still looking at his reflected image, I said, “I’m glad you figured that out, because I not only accept who you are, but I love you, and I love who you really are.”
He didn’t say anything, but as his eyes were tightly focused on mine, I went on to say, “So you never have to keep secrets from me. In fact, it would hurt me if you did.” I truly wanted to kiss him again, but instead I asked how his enema was doing.”
He said it was doing fine, and that he had almost forgotten about it. I just smiled and reminded him that he needed to hold it in for at least ten minutes, and fifteen would be even better. Even though Bradly eventually had to struggle to hold his enema in, he did his best to help me clean and straighten up the bathroom, all while his erection bobbed out before him. But while hanging my enema bag up to dry I noted that he was holding his buttocks all pinched up tight, and the look on his face was telling me that he was struggling more than he wanted me to know. So I asked him again, how his enema was doing, and he finally admitted, “I’m trying, I really am. But I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold it much longer. It’s really wants out real bad, and I don’t want to have another accident.”
Even though his tightly clenched buttocks were very sexy to look at, I wanted him to be able to relax, and so I said, “Why don’t you go back to your room and lay down. I’m sure that will help.”
Bradly immediately left the bathroom with me following close behind. I don’t know if he was aware of the sexy show he and his clenched butt cheeks were treating me to, but I have to tell you that it was indeed a very sexy show. Bradly laid face down on his bed, still clenching his buttocks as I knelt beside him. I couldn’t help putting my hand to his butt cheeks and I said, “I love you. I know I can’t explain it, but I love everything about you. So now I want to help you hold your enema. Come on Baby, turn over on your back, so I can see your beautiful cock.”
Bradly rolled onto his back, and offered no resistance when I reached over and took his erection in my hand. At first I just softly massaged it, but then I pointed it to my face, and without another word, I bent so I could suck it into my mouth and play my tongue over its tip while stroking my lips up and down its turgid shaft.” After a few seconds of lavishing his penis in my mouth, I stopped long enough to say, “Spread your legs for me, Baby, so I can help you hold your enema.” And the moment he complied I slipped my index finger between his clenched butt cheeks so I could apply a massaging pressure to his clutched sphincter. He looked up to me with the most beautiful smile as I took his penis back in my mouth to resume my oral massage.
Hoping to distract him from the building pressure in his colon for as long as possible, I was careful not to be too vigorous with my oral stimulation of his cock. So while maintaining my finger at his anus, I let his cock fall from my mouth so I could move up to kiss him and tell him again how much I loved him. He smiled, and as soon as he told me that he loved me too, I moved back down to take his penis back in my mouth.
I continued to stimulate Bradly in that manor until I felt that he had held his enema for a sufficient amount of time for the Pepto-Bismol to have properly soothed his colonic inflammation. Only then did I fully insert my finger so I could massage the inner walls his rectum and suck his penis more passionately, for which I was soon rewarded with a copious ejaculation of warm boy semen.
As soon as Bradly’s orgasm subsided, I moved up to kiss him again, only that time to share his ejaculate with him. When I released him from that kiss, he said, “Oh my God, now I know why I’m gay. That was totally mind blowing. That was the best cum of my life. I even liked tasting my own cum.”
I smiled and said, “I’m glad you liked it, because I loved doing everything I just did to you. But now I think you’ve held your enema long enough. You can go the bathroom to expel any time you like.”
“Yea, well now I feel like I could hold this enema all night. In fact, it really feels kind of good inside me.”
“Good,” I said, “The longer you hold it in, the better.”
Then Bradly said, “God, I really love you. And I’m really glad that you liked giving me this enema because it’s the first enema I ever liked.”
“Good,” I said, “Because I’d really like to give you many more, and I’d also like to suck your beautiful cock every time to help you hold all of the enemas that I ever give you for as long as possible.”
Bradly ended up holding that Pepto-Bismol enema for almost an hour. And when he finally expelled it, he told me that he truly felt better than he’d felt in a long time.
As we had spent so much time treating Bradly’s I.B.S., I decided to drive into town for dinner. Because Bradly’s Underpants and Levis were in the washer, he only had shorts to wear, so our dining choices were limited to drive-throughs. I suggested Colonel Sanders, but Bradly wanted Burger King. As he had been through so much that evening, I gave in and we both had bacon cheese burgers with fries and chocolate shakes. Considering all Bradly had just been through, he was extremely up-beat, animated, and told me several time that he hadn’t felt so good in years.
My only response, was to tell him to continue being open and honest with me. To hold nothing back. To be his true self, and it was possible that he could soon be well.