There was a nurse who probably took advantage of me.
I had periodic doctors visits for X-rays and scopes after an impaction / bowel damage I had in middle school. Usually my mom went with me and awkwardly stayed in the exam room. On two occasions my mom had a conflict and my dad brought me, but probably not wanting to witness his son experience that stuff, or give me my privacy, he chose to stay in the waiting room.
The nurse decided I needed additional enemas despite the ones I had gotten in preparation. She also cited other outlier prior incidents in my chart to restrain me and use a retention nozzle. The retention nozzle was nothing new but I was apprehensive about being restrained. Ultimately I thought I had to comply because she was in charge and a medical professional. She strapped me into a knee chest position. I was familiar with the position but now being stuck in it added an extra layer of vulnerability. She lubed me with one finger first, then two fingers saying I was tense and she didn't want the nozzle to hurt me. I took her for her word at these subtle differences, but also as a boy in puberty who was very green it did feel good.
It felt like she inflated the retention nozzle a LOT and when the water started flowing it wasn't long before I was squirming with a look of discomfort. She approached my rear and told me this might help make the enema easier. I felt her grab the nozzle and the balloon inside of me started to rotate back and forth. It was like a jolt went through me never having felt something like that before and I immediately felt a tingle between my legs. I was, however, completely distracted from my enema. She asked if that felt any better and I managed to squeak out a yes in-between trying to hold back involuntary moans.
Well she did not stop rotating. All the while trying to make small talk with me about my bowel condition, what I was feeling, my enemas at home. I did my best to answer but felt very distracted. Finally I felt something building up inside me and I tried warning her but she told me “it was ok, I was doing great” and just kept rotating. I came on the exam table and still she didn't stop, but I had all but forgotten about my enema. It just kept feeling more intense until the enema bag was finally empty and I was exhausted. All 4 of her enemas across two visits with my dad in the waiting room went like that.
The rest of the appointment when the doctor joined went as expected, just those times alone with her felt fishy but also really good so I didn't have the courage to say anything.