The plug had a ring in its base, which could be used just to get a better purchase on it when inserting or removing it, or a chain or cord could be passed through it for use in a forced-retention scene. They hadn’t tried that yet. Doug marveled as he noted that the cleft between his “patient’s” comely buttocks was so deep that the base of the plug couldn’t be seen from the side, and even though Robert’s ass was spread rather widely in its current position, his resilient cheeks wanted to close on the base of the plug. It actually held them apart on either side of the young man’s anus. Doug crooked his finger through the ring and began twisting and rocking the plug, first up and down, then from side to side, sending waves of sensation through Robert’s rectum, prostate, and genitalia. He pulled gently, withdrawing the plug to its widest point, saying “hold steady, Robbie. I don’t want you to lose any of that oil.” In fact, Robert was feeling a certain looseness in his bowels; the oil had done its work. Maybe he was a bit constipated, as Doug had earlier suggested. Finally, the plug exited his rectum, followed by a single drop of oil that dribbled from his pouting anal lips down onto his perineum. Doug wiped it from the boy’s hairless taint with his thumb, and said, “Good job!”

The nozzle was hanging from the hose, draped over the hook of the IV stand opposite the one from which hung the swollen red bag. Doug coated the nozzle first with Vaseline, then with a little KY. The two men had discovered – independently of each other – that this combination worked better than either component did by itself. The KY added an initial slipperiness that Vaseline didn’t have, but the Vaseline lasted longer, a helpful property during a long enema session with much working of the nozzle in and out of a receptive bottom. And that’s the way all of Robert’s and Doug’s enema sessions were! Doug also applied some of each lubricant around Robert’s anus, and up into the sphincter, even though the oil he administered was probably quite sufficient from a purely functional standpoint. Enhancing sensation in every possible way was what their sessions were all about.

“Here comes the nozzle,” Doug announced. “This is going to be high, hot, and a hell of a lot. It will go deep – the deepest enemas are the best, aren’t they?” Robert nodded in agreement, though his head was down on the sheet. His blond locks tumbled against it. “In we go.” Doug spread the young man’s buttocks with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, as he pushed the nozzle in with his right. It entered easily too about a six-inch depth, where he met with resistance. He wasn’t sure if it had just encountered the wall of Robert’s rectum, or perhaps a lump of faeces like the one he had felt during the earlier digital exam. He opened the clamp on the hose, and Robert moaned.

The rectum, despite the implication of the name, is not a straight channel. It curves slightly and has several folds called the “valves of Houston,” which sometimes require considerable manoeuvering of an instrument when conducting it along the canal. The advantage of a curved nozzle, particularly of the length of the one that Doug had just thrust into Robert’s bottom, is that by twisting and gently pushing, it can circumnavigate these folds more easily than a perfectly straight one. This Doug proceeded to do, as the water flowed in and began to distend the young man’s lower intestinal tract. Naturally, Robert experienced exquisite feelings during this manipulation, not without an occasional pang of discomfort. He moaned and shifted his body on the pillows.

The bag was draining at a regular pace, when all at once Robert felt a cramp. “Stop – please stop!” he exclaimed with a sudden urgency. “I don’t think I can take any more.” Doug responded, “I’ll shut off the flow for a bit – but you have only taken about half. You’ve got another quart and a half to go. We’ll take a little break to let the water settle, but you’re taking the rest of this enema!” Doug noticed that about half the length of the nozzle had slipped out of Robert’s rectum. He grasped it by the base and firmly thrust it back in with a twist, all the way to the hilt this time. The nozzle had a rounded ball-like flange just below the point where it connected to the hose. Doug knew that when this flange was right up against the anus, the very tip of the nozzle had passed out of the rectum and into the sigmoid colon. Dilating the entrance to the sigmoid enabled water to flow more readily into it, easing the pressure on the rectum, and the urge to defecate that it produced.

“Ready to start again?” Doug asked. At Robert’s quiet “Yes” he opened the clamp and the hot soapy solution began to flow again. Robert began squirming and shifting himself, and Doug interjected, “Why are you humping the pillows? I don’t want you to come just yet – in fact, not for quite a while!” Robert replied, “I don’t want to either. I’m just trying to re-arrange myself.” Doug knew what the problem was – Robert’s cock and balls were pressed between his lower abdomen and the pillows, and he needed to move them so that his very stiff cock was not in such an uncomfortable position.

Holding the end of the nozzle, Doug instructed “Raise your ass up,” as he guided Robert’s motion, lifting his bottom by using the tube on which it was deeply impaled as a handle. Robert complied, and with his other hand Doug reached between his legs and grasped the boy’s hard cock, pulling it back so it rested free against the pillow. It was a good 7” long, perhaps a half-an-inch longer than Doug’s own member, though not as thick. Doug gave it a squeeze, and worked the nozzle in and out a couple of times. Robert commented, “If you keep on doing that, I will come, and sooner than either of us wants.” “OK, enema boy,” Doug replied.

The bag drained quickly, and soon the tell-tale noises signaled that it was empty. Robert said, “I’ve really got to go now, Doug. No kidding!” Doug had contemplated ordering the young man to retain the enema for five minutes, but he knew that real urgency could not be put off that long. He also knew that retention for the most part didn’t really make an enema work better, and that he had to let his enema boy get to the toilet promptly. He withdrew the long nozzle gently and slowly, and helped Robert to rise from the bed and stand. The lad’s slender belly was noticeably swollen by the three quarts he had taken.

Doug asked, “Do you need a hand?” Robert replied, “Maybe.” Doug grabbed a handful of tissues and held them between the young man’s cheeks as he guided him to the bathroom that opened into his master bedroom. As soon as Robert sat down on the toilet, he let loose with a torrent. Doug ruffled his fingers through Robert’s hair, then started to walk out of the room. Robert said “Don’t leave – I like it when you stay with me.”

“I’ll be right back – I’m just going to get the equipment and re-fill it for your rinse.” Doug wheeled the IV stand back into the spacious bathroom, disconnected the nozzle from the hose, and set it in a tray on the counter for later cleaning. He adjusted the faucets in the sink to get the degree of warmth he wanted for Robert’s rinse. As he was doing this, he could hear Robert evacuating noisily into the stool. At first he had expelled considerable solid matter, groaning with the effort; now he was mostly purging liquid, with an occasional noisy expulsion of gas. “Sounds like you really needed that enema,” Doug commented. “I think so,” responded Robert. Doug walked over to where Robert still sat on the stool, took the young man’s head between his hands, and kissed him on the forehead.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Doug again busied himself at the sink. This enema would also be three quarts, but with a soothing mixture of salt and soda, to wash away the residue of soap the previous enema had left in Robert’s colon. He measured the salt and soda into a 2-quart glass measuring pitcher, and now that the water was at just the right temperature, filled the pitcher up to the 2 quart mark. He stirred until the additives were dissolved, and poured it into the open-top gallon bag. He then measured another quart of water and added it to the bag. He opened the clamp to bleed the hose of air, then closed it, and wheeled the IV stand with bag and hose back into the bedroom. No nozzle was attached to the hose.

Meanwhile, Robert had pretty much finished his expulsion, and was wiping and cleaning himself up. He rose to the sink and washed his hands, and then his face. As he was drying himself off with a large terrycloth towel, Doug stuck his head back into the bathroom and said, “Are you about ready for your rinse? I thought you might like to look in the nozzle drawer and pick the one that we’d use for it.”

Sometimes Doug liked to surprise Robert with a nozzle he had chosen to administer the younger man an enema (or Robert did the same on the rarer occasions when he gave one to Doug). However, part of their usual fun was for the recipient to choose the nozzle that would be used on him. The two men had an extensive collection. Indeed, it had been formed by the merger of their two collections. Doug’s contribution to it was the larger one, since he had been accumulating enema gear much longer – but Robert had also made some unique additions.

They walked to the large chest of drawers in the bedroom, and Doug pulled out the top drawer. It held all sorts of nozzles, in all sizes, shapes, and materials – hard rubber, plastic, glass, metal, and some others. There were long colon tubes of several calibres, even an inch-thick “colon snake” that neither had an opportunity to use yet. Robert saw a grey box which he opened. In it were black plug-like instruments that were obviously not nozzles. He asked “what are these?” “Rectal dilators. They are in quarter-inch increments from one through two inches.”

As they looked further at the array, Robert made his decision. “I’d like to try the double balloon rectal catheter.” Doug responded, “Very well. But you know the double balloon rectal catheter rule, don’t you?”

“Yes.” The double balloon rectal catheter rule was this: since the balloons made accidental expulsion impossible, a double balloon rectal catheter enema would always be delivered in one continuous injection, with no stopping. This was a challenge. Robert knew he had begged Doug to stop his first enema when he was half-way done. He felt, however, that now that his colon was mostly empty, he could manage without that relief during his rinse.

Doug took the nozzle and its inflator bulbs from the drawer, and connected it to the hose. “Back on the bed, my boy. Time for round two.”