Ken had been very busy trying to keep his school work caught up and helping out on the family farm. There had been no leisure time for several months but he was used to working like an adult since his tenth birthday and didn't complain. He was in the fields when he had a sudden, pain which doubled him over in agony. He hadn't cried for several years but he felt tears of frustration take over when he had so much work to do and he couldn't stand up.
"What's the matter son?" his dad asked.
"Something is wrong with my stomach," he answered through gritted teeth. "I'm in pain and I can't stand up."
"Maybe it will pass. Sit in the truck and don't move. Maybe it's just a stomach cramp and will feel better soon."
However, it didn't pass and eventually it was decided that it could be appendicitis and they shouldn't take a chance. They drove the ten miles into the small town and to the hospital. Ken was all doubled over when he was helped into the waiting room and he felt a blush rush over his face which was contorted in agony.
The doctor felt all over his belly and stomach area. He pressed against a lump he found and Ken gasped.
"I'm sorry son, but I have to examine you," he said in a very clinical voice. "You need to bend over and let me do an anal check."
Ken was in so much pain that he didn't argue, but he was terribly embarrassed to have the doctor and nurse remove his pants and lower his underwear. He felt something greasy rubbed against his rectum and a finger was forced inside. He yelled out as pain added to pain wracked his body.
"He seems to have a blockage of some kind. It feels very solid," the doctor explained to Ken's father. "He needs an enema to see if it will soften and be removed.
Ken had never been in a hospital before. He'd never had an enema but he'd seen one of the cows being treated by forcing some kind of liquid inside her butt and the cow bucked and fought. He knew it wasn't going to be pleasant.
The nurse, a no nonsense grey-haired matron, left for a few moments and came back pushing a cart with a rubber looking sack with a hose attahed.
"Turn on your left side and raise your right knee to your chest," she commanded. She rubbed something on his anus and immediately poked something into the opening. She pulled the nozzle out and tried to insert it again. It simply would not go in far enough so that the water wouldn't flow out.
"I'll be back. Don't move," she said and left the room. Ken wished he could cover his bare bottom but there didn't seem to be anything near and he felt very embarrassed to be exposed, and even worse, he felt a bit of movement from his cock and was afraid it would get hard.
A male orderly came in and explained that he was going to try to stick his finger in and see if he could dislodge the blockage. He saw Ken's face and said, "Don't worry, I'll use my smallest finger".
Ken's dread was as great as his stomach pain and tears flowed down his face.
The orderly rubbed his finger around the opening for a few minutes and then tried to insert the finger. Ken let out a yell as he felt the stinging pain and felt what seemed like a brick being forced into his rectum.
"Stop!" he yelled, but the orderly pushed his finger even deeper.
"How long has it been since you defecated?" he asked. "There's a stool that's as hard as a rock in there."
"I don't know," Ken muttered through his gritted teeth. "I've been too busy to think about it."
The orderly kept pushing against the blockage and then removed his finger.
"I'm going to get some glycerin to lubricate it and see if I can dislodge it?" and he left.
Ken realized that he was now fully erect and felt a drop of something leak out. And he had to admit that even though the finger moving around inside him had been painful at first, it stopped hurting and had given him tingling feelings that he couldn't understand.
When the orderly returned, he lubed up his finger and pressed something into Ken's tight hole. But this time as the finger was inserted, he didn't yell out in pain and felt the tingling again. The orderly pushed the glycerin against the blockage and used a force to dislodge the solid mass. After much probing and pushing, Ken felt something move and the orderly sighed with relief and removed his finger.
"That's good," he said. "I'm glad that's over and I'll bet you are too." He didn't wait for an answer but got the enema nozzle and inserted it far enough in to be able to give the enema. Ken felt the warm liquid entering his rectum and stretching him further that the hardened stool had done, but then the water stopped and the nozzle was removed. He felt a big finger inserted to hold the water in and another drop leak out his penis. This time the finger going in was more pleasure than pain and Ken's erection began to throb.
"I've got to go," Ken suddenly said and the orderly removed his finger as he helped the young lad up. Ken ran to the bathroom feeling his ridged erection pointing the way. The water flowed out and with it, the blockage. After he was sure the water was all gone, he cleaned himself up and went back into the hospital room. The orderly had already seen that he had a hard on so he simply climbed on the bed and lay on his stomach.
"We're getting some action now," the orderly said and told Ken to get back into position for another enema. Ken didn't want another enema but resignedly got into position and felt the greased finger inserted to lube the way for the nozzle. The finger slipping in sent shivers of pleasure this time and the orderly must have realized it too, because he slowly moved his finger around and in and out just enough to keep the sensations flowing. He then slipped his finger out and inserted the enema nozzle. It went in all the way this time and the warm soapy water actually felt good as it flowed in.
This process was repeated several more times and eventually Ken was cleaned out completely.
"I'm going to do one more probe to be sure you're clean," the orderly explained and rubbed his greasy finger around the sphincter muscle. Then he slowly inserted his finger and twisted and probed. He was rubbing his finger against the prostate glad when suddenly Ken let out a gasp and felt himself explode with a powerful orgasm. His body rocked back and forth and he could feel himself tightening against the inserted finger. When he could get his breath he let out a soft sigh and felt his whole body relax.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he began to explain.
"There's no need to apologize," the orderly said. "That is a very natural reaction and nothing to be ashamed of." He cleaned up the area, and left.
Ken's dad entered the room and asked Ken how he was feeling?
"Okay. Can we go home now?" he asked.
"The doctor said you could leave now but you must be very careful and not get in that condition again."
"Believe me, I won't," Ken said, but at the same time he knew he'd like to have a finger inserted and twisted around and his prostate massaged.
He went home and found several ways to enjoy his new area of sensual pleasure during the passing days.