My particular kink has long been medical fetish. I absolutely love being a submissive patient in the hands of an older male playdoc, the more clinical the exam the better in my book. Unfortunately playdocs in the UK are few and far between, so I was intrigued when I met Simon and arranged our first play session. He’s not into medical scenes really, he’s more an enema enthusiast, which is also a particular favourite of mine. My only initial concern was how I would respond to a younger dominant man, Simon is at least 20 years younger than I am, and how I would make it home on public transport with an ass full of warm water, as not everything that goes up comes down straightaway. I needn’t have worried, as will become clear. What follows is a typical scenario, one of give and take as both our needs are respected and met. More than anything else I’ve had a lot of fun in Simon’s hands.

Simon always answers the door his jovial self. We take a few minutes over a cup of tea to catch up and check time limitations and what we plan to do. After several minutes he leads me to the bedroom and leaves me to undress. I sit there on the edge of the bed in just my underpants, full of anticipation. He then reappears and the session begins.

“David, how have things been?”

“Fine” I reply.

“Everything okay with your bowels, been regular lately?”

“Okay generally, but a little off these last few days.”

“When’s the last time you had a bowel movement?” he asks.

“The day before yesterday, and then two days before that.”

“That’s not like you, David. Not to worry, I’ve got just the thing that will get you back on track.”

I know what’s coming as he stands up to leave the room. Soon he will be back with a favourite enema bulb and a large plastic measuring jug of warm water and bicarbonate. That and two or three more, will flow up my ass over the course of the afternoon. I feel my burgeoning erection push against the tight cotton of my briefs. It won’t be long now.

Simon returns, prepared as always and then instructs me to lie face down across his lap. He pulls my briefs down below my ass cheeks. I haven’t done this since I was a child and feel both vulnerable and secure at the same time.

“Before we begin with the enemas, let’s get your temperature.”

I hear the crackle of a nitrile glove being put on. He parts my cheeks with one hand and applies a bit of lube with his gloved one. With a shake of the old-fashioned glass thermometer, he parts my buttocks and slowly drives it home. He twirls the thermometer between his fingers, the prismed edges sending my anus into spasms. Simon knows how to make my hole sing. His warm hand holds the thermometer in place as my body tries to push against it. The minutes tick away with small talk, putting me at my ease, as he removes, checks, and reinserts the little magic wand two or three times. The mercury rises in my cock and I begin to worry about leaking all over his trousers. This feels so good I want it to last forever, the electricity running round my hole and down into my erection.

Simon withdraws the thermometer and says, “37.5, normal”

I murmur affirmatively, waiting for the enema. I shift my weight trying to free my cock pressed hard between my pelvis and Simon’s thigh.

“We’ll start slowly” he says, “first one bulb, then as many as you can take comfortably.”

I try to calculate in my head how many bulbsful equal my own trusty two liter bag enema. I settle for four as my personal best, not knowing how well this position will work.

Simon lubricates my anus again, this time pushing a glob deeper inside my sphincter.

“Just relax and breathe slowly.” I feel the nozzle enter me, the sensation momentarily distracting me until I perceive the warm water trickling inside. The first bulb goes in effortlessly, the second gurgles its way deeper into my bowel. After the fourth he asks me if I can take another. I’m keen. There is room yet for more.

Upside down I don’t feel the pressure within. All is warm and relaxed. Simon tells me to lie down on the bed on my left side and wait for the enemas to take effect. Within a few minutes I need the toilet where I expel a large volume of water and stool. But before we can move on to the next round of enemas, I return to the loo for a longer release. Simon is waiting patiently, a towel now laid crossways on the bed.

“Now David if you would remove your underpants and get up on the bed on your hands and knees.” I do as I’m told. “Lay your head on the pillow with your bottom up in the air for me.” I feel much more exposed now, everything is on view, but the tone of his voice doesn’t change. “I’m just going to apply some more lube and then give you the first bulb full+++++++. Tell me if you have any cramping or need the toilet and we’ll wait until the urge passes.”

The nozzle enters me and the mouth of the enema bulb rests against my opening orifice. Simon slowly squeezes the first one in and waits before attempting a second. His eyes must be poring over my bare hole, my cock and balls hanging heavy between my legs. What is he thinking? I’m embarrassed and delighted, self-conscious and unabashed, knowing that he sees all of me.

This second round is cut short. My colon is determined not to hold water any longer than it has to. We break and have a drink as I gingerly nibble a biscuit or two, but the drama has passed and I am soon ready for more.

This time Simon positions me on my back, my bottom on the edge of the mattress, my legs in the air. He gloves up again, the lubricant now warm as his finger enters my anus to his first knuckle.

“Pull your knees to your chest David, if you can.”

I do and for the first time I can see his face as the enema nozzle slides up inside of me. His eyes sparkle a bit, a flash of satisfaction passes over his face leaving a lingering slight smile at the corners of his mouth. He’s enjoying this as much as I am.

It takes longer this time, gently cajoling my sated rectum to take another bulb of warm water. In the end we only manage three. When I emerge from the toilet he tells me a Fleet enema is in order as it will purge any remaining water in my bowel to make a hasty exit. I know the power of a Fleet. It isn’t my favourite, but it always does the job.

I wait on my left side as he prepares my anus for one more assault by a nozzle. He gently pushes my thighs higher towards my body, revealing my battered and chafed hole. The lube is a welcome touch, the flexible nozzle a familiar friend. The end is in sight.

“If you feel any cramping or need the toilet, just shout.”

In less than a minute the solution has entered my rectum. Almost immediately the sensation of my bowel contracting begins, growing stronger by the second.

“Try to hold it for as long as you can. It will be more effective that way.” I feel his finger lubricate my anus again. “I’m just going to slip in your Aneros. It will help you hold the enema.” With that the hard plastic massager slides into me pressing against my prostate. A stream of precum drips on to my thigh.

In the end I don’t make the five minutes I had hoped, the cramps come with intensity and I know the only way is out. Several minutes later I feel empty and deflated. I wash my anal area carefully and prepare for the next step.

Simon has been busy while I was in the loo. The bedside table is covered with a selection of dildoes, some anal dilators, and a prostate massager. Gloves and lube stand at the ready.

“I need to check your testicles and penis. Just stand here in front of me while I have a look.”

Gloves on both hands, he takes first one, then the other testicle, between his fingers and rolls them gently back and forth.

“Could you put your hands behind your back, please?”

I rest the back of my hands against my bottom. He continues to feel my balls for a moment or two, then lifts them both and runs his hand between my legs palpating my perineum. By now a copious stream flows from my urethral opening. He looks intently at my erection, squeezing it up its length, pulling it gently to one side and then the other. The corona stands proud as his fingers encircle it, exquisite torture. I am desperate for relief, but will have to wait. There is more to come.

“I need to check your prostate. The discharge may just be due to all that warm water stimulating your prostate, but we ought to be sure everything is okay.”

He takes the towel and lays it over his lap.

“Before we do anything else I need to open you up a bit.” He motions for me to lay across his lap again and I try to relax.

Within moments his wet finger circles my anus moving round one way and back again, slowly opening my sphincter and working its way deeper into my anal canal. A small dilator eases into the ring, then another and another as the girth increases. We’re still not up to the diameter of a dildo, but my ass is opening up and hungry for more.

“Ready for a finger?” He knows the answer to that question already.

“Sure”

His index finger pushes deep into my rectum as he begins to circle it, stretching it wider. I whimper as a second finger joins it and I am well and truly stuffed. I can feel his knuckles twisting slowly and let out a moan. I don’t bottom that often and it takes time to relax my hole.

“It’s time I examined your anus and checked your prostate properly David. If you get up on the bed again on all fours I’ll give you a thorough check up.”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. Ass up and ready as he pulled a bedside chair up and sat there looking me over. He spread my cheeks again and ran a single finger down my crack and across my hole. I twitched with pleasure.

“Take a deep breath and relax”

His finger swept my rectum moving deeper as he went, probing my ass like never before. Then he began to move it in and out over my prostate, tracing the edges of it and pushing lightly against the swollen organ.

“David, your prostate is a bit enlarged, not a great surprise. As we get older it tends to grow larger. I’m going to massage it and see if we can’t get some fluid out and ease the congestion.”

“Okay. Just take it slow.”

He started massaging my prostate gingerly, not wanting to cause me any discomfort. The sounds of pleasure coming thick and fast from me emboldened his ministrations, and soon he was pressing vigorously on it from the perimeter down to the centre. Each pass sent thick, clear fluid flowing from my fully hard cock. This was pure paradise. I lay my head on the pillow as he milked my penis.

“I think we’ve managed to drain a lot of the congested seminal fluid. I’ll stimulate you with a dildo to relax your rectal muscles.”

Simon took and lubricated my favourite dildo, long and thin, an easy insert that reaches all those nooks and crannies. He has done this before, deftly pummelling my ass, long, slow strokes alternating with short thrusts.

After several minutes he suggested I lay on my back, my legs appreciating the change of position. Simon then fucked me with a thick little number with a bulbous head and pronounced corona. My legs opened wide as he pushed deep inside, the head perfectly positioned to massage my tender prostate with every thrust. My hips bucked to meet him as he wielded the rubber dong. My furry stomach was matted with seminal fluid, the pool growing ever larger. I began to moan, trying to catch my breath between thrusts.

When he saw I couldn’t take much more, Simon removed the dildo and replaced it with a silicone prostate massager fashioned like a butt plug with a thin neck. It slipped it in, my sphincter holding it firmly in place. Then it began to vibrate and the room spun. Oh the intensity of stimulation! Could there possibly be anything left in my balls? He took my cock in one hand and poured lube down it, stroking it from head to the base, up and down. His fingers formed a ring round the head and began to grip me as his strokes came faster and faster.

“Tell me when you’re close” he said. “I want to feel your orgasm.”

I’m usually a slow burn, stepping up my response with layer upon layer of stimulation. As he worked my cock I tweaked my nipples, alternating between them and then both together. I was close. I raised my ass up from the bed and writhed, trying not to cum too quickly. He slowed his stroking, then started again with gusto.

“Almost there” I breathlessly groaned.

With that he pulled out the plug and slipped a finger in. It thumped my prostate and I bucked up and down as volley after volley of pearl-white cream erupted from my cock.

“That’s it, that’s it”, he smiled. “Grip my finger, shoot it!”

My ring squeezed his digit, its pulsing grip lessening as the wave peaked, then reluctantly let it go as I collapsed back into the sheets. I thrashed and whimpered, shuddering as the waves of orgasm subsided. Wet with sweat and cum, I lay there for some time catching my breath. His wet fingers gently caressed my hole as I came back down to earth. We both smiled, satisfied with the experience we had just shared.

I showered and got ready to leave when he appeared in the bedroom holding a large nappy. This really took me by surprise, but I had once said I was a bit curious about wearing one. He raised his eyebrows as if questioning me. I nodded.

“Lay down on your back David. You wouldn’t want any accidents on the way home would you?”

I lay down.

“Raise your legs for me and lift your bottom.”

Simon spread the nappy underneath me and then put something on my sore anal opening.

“A bit of Vaseline to help with the chaffing. You’ll probably be a bit sensitive down here for a day of two.”

He then sprinkled a little powder on my cock and balls, rubbing it around my crotch, and taped the sides to my front. Standing again, I caught sight of myself in the bedside mirror, blushed and began to get hard once more. I knew what I would do the minute I walked through my door and it took all my self-control not to cum on the train home.

We left it a few days and set another date to play in a few weeks’ time. Until then all I had was my imagination as I relived every moment, longing to feel his fingers inside me again. Sweet anticipation of pleasure to come. And come I did, again and again.