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One of the many types of medical specialists was an Iri, the Shepherd of the Anus. Many medications were administered by enemas.

The god Thoth , according to Egyptian mythology, invented the enema. In parts of Africa the calabash gourd is used traditionally to administer enemas.

On the Ivory Coast the narrow neck of the gourd filled with water is inserted the patient's rectum and the contents are then injected by means of an attendant's forcible oral inflation, or, alternatively, a patient may self-administer the enema by using suction to create a negative pressure in the gourd, placing a finger at the opening, and then upon anal insertion, removing the finger to allow atmospheric pressure to effect the flow.

Along the upper Congo River an enema apparatus is made by making a hole in one end of the gourd for filling it, and using a resin to attach a hollow cane to the gourd's neck.

The cane is inserted into the anus of the patient who is in a posture that allows gravity to effect infusion of the fluid.

The Olmec from their middle preclassic period 10th through 7th centuries BCE through the Spanish Conquest used trance-inducing substances ceremonially, and these were ingested via, among other routes, enemas administered using jars.

As further described below in religious rituals , the Maya in their late classic age 7th through 10th centuries CE used enemas for, at least, ritual purposes, Mayan sculpture and ceramics from that period depicting scenes in which, injected by syringes made of gourd and clay, ritual hallucinogenic enemas were taken.

For combating illness and discomfort of the digestive tract, the Mayan also employed enemas, as documented during the colonial period, e.

The indigenous peoples of North America employed tobacco smoke enemas to stimulate respiration, injecting the smoke using a rectal tube.

A rubber bag connected with a conical nozzle, at an early period, was in use among the indigenous peoples of South America as an enema syringe, [73] and the rubber enema bag with a connecting tube and ivory tip remained in use by them while in Europe a syringe was still the usual means for conducting an enema.

In Babylonia, by BCE, enemas were in use, although it appears that initially they were in use because of a belief that the demon of disease would, by means of an enema, be driven out of the body.

In China, c. Insert a bamboo tube three or four inches long into the rectum and inject the mixture" are his directions, according to Wu Lien-teh.

In India, in the fifth century CE, Sushruta enumerates the enema syringe among surgical instruments described. Early Indian physicians' enema apparatus consisted of a tube of bamboo, ivory, or horn attached to the scrotum of a deer, goat, or ox.

In Persia, Avicenna A. Hippocrates BCE frequently mentions enemas, e. In the first century BCE the Greek physician Asclepiades of Bithynia wrote "Treatment consists merely of three elements: drink, food, and the enema".

In the second century CE the Greek physician Soranus prescribed, among other techniques, enemas as a safe abortion method, [81] and the Greek philosopher Celsus recommended an enema of pearl barley in milk or rose oil with butter as a nutrient for those suffering from dysentery and unable to eat, [82] and also Galen mentions enemas in several contexts.

In medieval times appear the first illustrations of enema equipment in the Western world , a clyster syringe consisting of a tube attached to a pump action bulb made of a pig bladder.

This device had its rectal nozzle connected to a syringe with a plunger rather than to a bulb. Beginning in the 17th century enema apparatus was chiefly designed for self-administration at home and many were French as enemas enjoyed wide usage in France.

When clyster syringes were in use in Europe, the patient was placed in an appropriate position kneeling, with the buttocks raised, or lying on the side ; a servant or apothecary would then insert the nozzle into the anus and press the plunger, resulting in the liquid remedy generally, water , but also some other preparations being injected into the colon.

Because of the embarrassment a woman might feel when showing her buttocks and possibly her genitals, depending on the position to a male apothecary, some contraptions were invented that blocked all from the apothecary's view except for the anal area.

Another invention was syringes equipped with a special bent nozzle, which enabled self-administration, thereby eliminating the embarrassment.

Clysters were administered for symptoms of constipation and, with more questionable effectiveness, stomach aches and other illnesses.

More generally, clysters were a theme in the burlesque comedies of n the 17th century. In an enema bag prepared from a pig's or beef's bladder attached to a tube was described by Johann Jacob Woyts as an alternative to a syringe.

In the 18th century Europeans began emulating the indigenous peoples of North America's use of tobacco smoke enemas to resuscitate drowned people.

Clysters were a favourite medical treatment in the bourgeoisie and nobility of the Western world up to the 19th century. As medical knowledge was fairly limited at the time, purgative clysters were used for a wide variety of ailments , the foremost of which were stomach aches and constipation.

According to Claude de Rouvroy, duc de Saint-Simon , clysters were so popular at the court of King Louis XIV of France that the duchess of Burgundy had her servant give her a clyster in front of the King her modesty being preserved by an adequate posture before going to the comedy.

However, he also mentions the astonishment of the King and Mme de Maintenon that she should take it before them. In the 19th century many new types of enema administration equipment were devised, including the bulb enema.

These consist of a nozzle at the end of a hose which connects a reservoir, either a bucket or a rubber bag, which is filled with liquid and held or hung above the recipient.

In the early 20th century the disposable microenema , a squeeze bottle, was invented by Charles Browne Fleet.

The term "colonic irrigation" is commonly used in gastroenterology to refer to the practice of introducing water through a colostomy or a surgically constructed conduit as a treatment for constipation.

The same term is also used in alternative medicine where it may involve the use of substances mixed with water in order to detoxify the body.

Practitioners believe the accumulation of fecal matter in the large intestine leads to ill health.

In the late 19th century Dr. John Harvey Kellogg made sure that the bowel of each and every patient was plied with water, from above and below.

His favorite device was an enema machine "just like one I saw in Germany" that could run fifteen gallons of water through a person's bowel in a matter of seconds.

Every water enema was followed by a pint of yogurt—half was eaten, the other half was administered by enema "thus planting the protective germs where they are most needed and may render most effective service.

Chlorine dioxide enemas have been fraudulently marketed as a medical treatment, primarily for autism. This has resulted, for example, in a six-year-old boy needing to have his bowel removed and a colostomy bag fitted, [96] [97] complaints to the FDA reporting life-threatening reactions, [98] and even death.

Patently false claims that administering autistic children these enemas results in their expulsion of parasites "rope worms" , which actually are the intestinal lining and membranes.

Chlorine dioxide is a potent and toxic bleach [] that is relabeled for "medicinal" purposes to a variety of brand names including, but not limited, to MMS, Miracle Mineral Supplement , and CD protocol.

No clinical trials have been performed to test claims made for these enemas, which come only from former Scientologist Jim Humble [] in his self-published book, The Miracle Mineral Solution of the 21st Century [] and from anecdotal reports.

The name MMS was coined by Humble. Sellers sometimes describe MMS as a water purifier so as to circumvent medical regulations. Well documented as having no proven benefits and considered by medical authorities as rash and potentially dangerous is an enema of coffee.

A coffee enema can cause numerous maladies including infections , sepsis including campylobacter sepsis , severe electrolyte imbalance , colitis , polymicrobial enteric sepsis, proctocolitis , salmonella , brain abscess , and heart failure, [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] and deaths related to coffee enemas have been documented.

Gerson therapy includes administering enemas of coffee, [] as well as of castor oil and sometimes of hydrogen peroxide or of ozone.

Some proponents of alternative medicine have claimed that coffee enemas have an anti- cancer effect by "detoxifying" metabolic products of tumors [] but there is no medical scientific evidence to support this.

Enjoyment of enemas is known as klismaphilia , which medically is classified as a paraphilia. Klismaphiles can gain satisfaction of enemas through fantasies, by actually receiving or giving one, or through the process of eliminating steps to being administered one e.

That some women use enemas while masturbating was documented by Alfred Kinsey in "Sexual Behavior in the Human Female. Enemas are sometimes used in sadomasochistic activities [] [] for erotic humiliation [] or for physical discomfort.

Another sexual use for enemas is to empty the rectum as a prelude to other anal sexual activities such as anal sex , anilingus , and pegging , [] possibly reducing risk of infection.

This is a differs from klismaphilia, in which the enema is enjoyed for itself and as a part of sexual arousal and gratification.

Rectal douching is a common practice among people who take a receptive role in anal sex. Noting that deaths have been reported from alcohol poisoning via enemas, [] an alcohol enema can be used to very quickly instill alcohol into the bloodstream, absorbed through the membranes of the colon.

However, great care must be taken as to the amount of alcohol used. Only a small amount is needed as the intestine absorbs the alcohol far more quickly than the stomach.

Preceding an enema for administration of drugs or alcohol, a cleansing enema may first be used for cleaning the colon to help increase the rate of absorption.

All across Mesoamerica ritual enemas were employed to consume psychoactive substances, e. With historical roots in the Indian subcontinent , enemas in Ayurveda , called Basti or Vasti, form part of Panchakarma procedure in which herbal medicines are introduced rectally.

In the vastly influential Argentine text Facundo, or Civilization and Barbarism , for example, Domingo Faustino Sarmiento describes the use of pepper and turpentine enemas by police forces as a way of discouraging political dissent in post-independence Argentina.

In the Dionysus ' satyr play Limos , Silenus attempts to give an enema to Heracles. In George Orwell 's novel Nineteen Eighty-Four , the narrator notes, "Sexual intercourse was to be looked on as a slightly disgusting minor operation, like having an enema.

Sex, with a capital S-E-X. I know she gave you the enemas. In Anne Roiphe 's novel Torch Song , Marjorie, not knowing how to otherwise address her dysphonia , reminisces on unhappy memories, one of which is her German nurse inflicting on her painful enemas.

In The Right Stuff , during flight training astronaut Alan Shepard retains a barium enema, [] given two floors away from a toilet, embarrassingly riding a public elevator wearing a hospital gown and holding the enema bag with its tip still inserted in him.

In Sybil , Sybil's psychiatrist, while having taken her for a picnic in the country, heard her re-experience, among other things, her mother having bound her with a broom handle on the kitchen table and suspended her by her feet from the hanging light, in preparation for forcing her to take an enema.

Kenyon 's sexual assaults which included administering involuntary enemas []. A kilogram pound brass statue of a syringe enema bulb held aloft by three cherubs stands in front of the "Mashuk" spa in the settlement of Zheleznovodsk in Russia.

Inspired by the 15th century Renaissance painter Botticelli, it was created by a local artist who commented that "An enema is an unpleasant procedure as many of us may know.

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So for the next few years, I didn't get anymore enemas. Then one day, I ran across my mom's equipment again, quite by accident.

I was ten years old at the time. We had an old-fashioned bathtub, the kind with legs, which sat along one wall of the bathroom.

At the rear and almost above the tub, was a built-in medicine cabinet. At the other end, was a wood cabinet that was also used to store medical supplies, along with towels and other bath linens.

The cabinet didn't reach all the way to the ceiling, so there was a space about 12 or 14 inches between the top of the cabinet and the ceiling.

One day, when I was home alone taking a bath, I became curious about the space above the cabinet and wondered if there was anything up there.

I stood on my toes on the bottom of the tub, dripping bath water, and reached up and felt around the top of the cabinet.

I felt something rubbery. I knew right away what it was: It was my mom's enema bag. Feeling around again, I found the tubing, then a small box.

I took the box down and opened it. In the box were the black nozzles: an infant size rectal tube, an adult size rectal tube, and a douche tube.

Memories of my aunt's enemas started to come back in a flood. I felt a strange sensation between my legs and, when I looked down, saw that my little circumcised penis was erect and sticking straight out.

I don't remember if I ever had that feeling before, certainly not when Aunt Edna gave me my enemas, but I knew it had something to do with the enema equipment I was holding then.

I remember lying down in the bathtub, taking the adult size rectal tube, and poking around my anus with it like I did when my mom caught me that one day.

Then I tried to stick in my hole, but it wouldn't go in. Of course, I never gave it any thought that you had to lubricate it first.

A little disappointed, I put the equipment away, finished my bath, and went out to play, and as I recall, with my penis still erect from the experience.

From time to time, whenever I took a bath, I would take down the box of enema nozzles and play with them, trying to get them to go inside of me, without much luck.

And each time, I would get an erection and play with my penis while poking around my hole with the nozzle. I don't think I really knew what sex was, though I probably had a good hunch.

But, I do know that whenever I thought about playing with the enema equipment, I would get an erection. I often watched my mom put cold cream on her face at night.

She kept the jar in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. One day, while looking in the cabinet for something, I ran across the cold cream.

I opened it and felt the cream. It was smooth and silky and slippery. Then it dawned on me: I couldn't get the nozzle in because it needed something slippery on it.

No one was home, so I quickly took off all my clothes and climbed into the bathtub. My year old dick was hard, of course, which meant I was about to do something very exciting.

I reached for the box of nozzles and sat them on the floor next to the tub. Then I reached into the medicine cabinet for the jar of cold cream.

I remember feeling very excited, and nervous. I opened the jar of cold cream, then took out the adult size enema nozzle.

I took a little of the cream and smeared it on the end of the tube, then laid down on my left side, like my aunt had taught me to do.

I pressed the nozzle against my anus, pushed it a little harder, and much to my joy, it began to slide right in. I pushed it in slowly, as far as it would go, then laid there for awhile, on my left side, the nozzle deep in my rectum.

As I lay there quietly, I began to recall the enemas Aunt Edna gave me. I pretended I could feel the water flowing inside me.

I had not yet had the nerve to hook up the bag. That would come soon enough. After a few bath sessions with the nozzle, I decided one day, to go for the real thing.

Again, no one was at home, so I went in to the bathroom with the pretense of taking a bath. After stripping down, I stepped into the bathtub, I reached up and took down the box of nozzles, but this time, I also took down the bag and tubing.

It didn't take me long to figure out how it all went together, as I had watch my aunt prepare the equipment for my enemas on a number of occasions.

There was also a wire coat hanger on top of the cabinet, so I took that down to hang up the bag with. After I put the enema equipment together, I went through the usual routine of lubricating the nozzle and sliding it into my rectum.

I had hung the bag on the towel rack, so it hung just the way I remember my aunt holding it. This time, I laid back down on my back so I could see the red bag hanging above my thighs.

I played with my erection for a little while, staring at the bag, feeling myself getting more excited as I imagined all that water flow up my little behind.

I missed those feelings that enemas gave me when they went in, and when they went out. I wanted to feel water inside me again, to watch my belly grow and become bloated, and I wanted to feel those strong urges to poo-poo.

I longed for my aunt to give me another enema. So I decided to go for it. I took down the bag, disconnected the tubing, and then ran some water from the faucet until it was just lukewarm.

I held the opening of the bag under the water and watched it fill up to over flowing. I could barely hold; it was heavy.

I reconnected the tubing and hung the equipment back up on the towel rack, using the heavy coat-hanger wire.

I remember feeling some real discomfort in my groin. It was coming from somewhere around my erect penis. Though I was only ten, I apparently was experiencing a very strong sexual reaction to what I was about to do.

I laid back down on my back again and looked at the bag hanging up. This time, it wasn't flat; it was rounded from all the water it was holding, just like Aunt Edna's bag when she was about to clean me out.

By this time, my penis was hard as a rock and bright red. My hands shaking a little, I slid the lubricated nozzle all the way into my rectum.

I held my breath as I slid my little fingers down to the clamp. I fumbled with the clamp until finally, with a loud "click" it popped open.

I immediately felt some air go into me, followed by the warm gush of water against the walls of my rectum.

I began to immediately experience the growing urge to poo-poo, just like I did when I was younger. I reached for the clamp and stopped the flow.

I just laid there, breathing heavy, staring at the big, full bag hanging above me. I was overwhelmed.

I had done it. I reached for the clamp as soon as the urge began to subside, and let more of the water flow into me.

Whenever I felt an urge to go, I would stop the flow, wait till it passed, then start it up again. My firm, flat, muscular abdomen was now no longer flat; it was starting to expand upward as my little bowels filled with more water.

I continued the enema until my belly was completely bloated and I could no longer take anymore. The urges were now non-stop, my little anus squeezing the nozzle as tight as it possibly could.

The red bag was now almost empty, though it still had a fair amount water in it. But I had a problem: there was no bedpan to be slipped under me this time, and the toilet, though it was next to the tub, looked liked it was a mile away.

I held my breath and slowly pulled the nozzle out, hoping I wouldn't lose any of the enema in the tub. As soon as I took the nozzle out, I quickly crawled out of the tub and onto the toilet.

I no sooner sat down then my bottom opened up. It sounded like a volcano: the enema gushed out, along with the poo-poo, just like it used to at Aunt Edna's.

Then, suddenly, I began to experience a much stronger feeling in my groin. I shivered and shook and groaned loudly for a few seconds, the enema still gushing from my anus, and then the feeling was gone.

I probably didn't know it at the time, but I had also experienced another "first:" my first male orgasm…at the young, tender age of 10!

From that day on, self-administered enemas became a routine part of my bathing practices whenever I was home alone. That was usually quite often every time I see the movie, "Home Alone," it reminds me of that experience, since I was about the same age as the boy portrayed by MacCauley Culkin, and was just as handsome, if I may say so.

I probably didn't realize it at the time, but I was definitely hooked on enemas. One day, when I was eleven, I decided to try something different.

Instead of the red enema bag, I took down the infant bulb syringe. I took off the infant nozzle and slipped on the adult nozzle.

I went into the kitchen and got a large metal utility bowl. I took the bowl back into the bathroom and began filling it with warm water from the bathtub faucet, since it wouldn't fit under the sink faucet.

I took bar soap and swished it around until the water was turning milky in color. Then I placed the bowl, and the rectal syringe, on the floor next to a towel I had put down for me to lay on.

I stripped completely naked, laid down on my left side, and placed the bowl of soapy water, they syringe, and the cold cream in front of me.

I lubricated the nozzle, then squeezed the air out of it so I could draw water into it. I slid the nozzle into my rectum, then squeezed the bulb, forcing the warm soapy water to squirt into me.

I slid the nozzle out, then refilled the bulb, and squeezed more water in my rectum. I remember liking the feel of that contoured nozzle sliding in and out of my anus.

The bulb provided a unique experience for a very young enema lover. While administering the enema this way, which seemed to take forever, I imagined, not my aunt, but another BOY doing that to me.

It was the first time I had imagined anyone other than Aunt Edna giving me an enema. It was an exciting new thought and before I could even finish the enema, I had another orgasm.

I remember, shortly after I turned twelve years old, taking down the disposable enema kit which, obviously, was never disposed of.

I had taken this bag out a few times before but, for some reason, was not really interested in using it. I liked the big red enema bag for my enemas.

But this time, I decided to use it. I was more interested in the tube than the bag. The reason: because it could be inserted farther than the standard nozzle.

The box had instructions on it, along with a six-inch printed ruler. The instructions said no more than six inches should be inserted into the rectum.

So, after removing my clothes, I filled the bag with soapy water and got out the Vaseline I had since discovered the Vaseline as a more suitable lubricant, as well as the routine of holding bar soap under running water when slowly filling the enema bag.

I slid the plastic stop down the tubing, using the measurement on the side of the box, until it was six inches from the end.

I lubricated the tubing, hung the bag from a towel rack, then laid down on the bathroom floor. I slowly inserted the tube, guiding it in until the stop touched my anus.

The feeling of the longer tube sliding in was very erotic. It was also slightly bigger round than the black nozzle. I opened the valve and let the soapy water flow in until the bag was empty by this time, I had little trouble taking a full two quarts, unless I had a lot of poop in me.

I refilled the bag and sat down on the floor. I slid the stop down the tube almost to where it connected to the bag. The tubing was flexible, about six feet long.

I laid on my back, knees pulled up, and inserted the tube into my anus. I slowly pushed the tube in, feeling the constant coldness of it as it slid past my tight anus.

At one point, I felt a little pressure in my insides. The tube had reached the first turn in the intestines. I pushed a little harder, but very slowly, vowing to immediately withdraw the tube if I felt any sudden pain.

But there was no pain. Pushing a little harder, I felt the tube suddenly move more freely as it cleared the bend. I continued slowly inserting the tubing, adding a little more Vaseline as I went along.

I was feeling somewhat like an explorer, concentrating on every movement of the tube through my colon.

At one point, it felt as if it were very near my stomach. Finally, I reached a point where I was afraid to go any further, though I was feeling no discomfort.

But, at this point, the tubing went directly from my anus to the bag; there was no more tubing left to insert anyway, without taking the bag down.

Moving slowly with that tubing still inside me, I reached for the plastic stop and slid it down the tubing until it just touched my anus.

Then I opened the valve and let the enema flow. For the first time, I literally filled up without hardly any urges to go.

When the bag was about two-thirds empty, I stopped the enema and began slowly withdrawing the tubing until I felt it clear the bend between the rectum and colon.

There was a distinctive "pop" as the bent end of the tubing straightened out upon leaving the colon, with the sound being caused by the tubing slapping against the wall of my rectum.

I opened the valve again, and finished the enema, filling up my rectum to capacity. Then I really had to poo-poo!

While gushing the enema water into the toilet, I looked at the tubing. I think I remember the stop being about half way between the bag and the end of the tubing, which told me that I had inserted about three feet of tubing through my intestines!

I masturbated to an orgasm while expelling the enema and looking at the tubing. Although I was twelve, I had not yet reached sexual maturity, and so my orgasms where still "dry," but felt good nonetheless.

And so ends the first Chapter on my experiences with enemas as a young boy. But the adventures were just beginning. In Chapter Two, we go from receiving to giving while, my dreams about other boys, and my first "wet" orgasm.

Before beginning Chapter Two, let me describe what I looked like back then. I was a very handsome youngster, with fiery red hair, pale skin, lots of freckles, slim and muscular.

I had a beautiful, slender, choirboy-like face. We used to have a full-length hall mirror that was very narrow but tall.

I remember going into the hall and standing, fully naked, in front of a mirror, my white, well-shaped body in a side view, the red enema tubing dangling from my small, but firm, well-rounded, buttocks.

I remember my hairless dick sticking straight out in front of me, my testicles drawn tight against the base. I often took a inch mirror that I had found in the attic and used it to observe my anus while giving myself an enema.

I was fascinated with the sight of the nozzle sliding into that small, pink hole. I watched as the anus tightened up with the urges brought on by the enema.

My anal opening was just a light shade of pink. There was no bile discoloration around the anal area, as is common. A few times, I sat on the toilet, held my legs up so I could see my anus in the mirror, and watched as the hole opened up and the enema came gushing out, along with a few large stools.

That was usually good for bringing on a strong orgasm afterwards, even though a few times found myself cleaning the bathroom floor when I missed the rim of the toilet.

I don't mind bragging about how handsome I looked in my early years, though I certainly can't say that about me now age has its ugliness.

People would often tell my mom, "What a beautiful looking son you have. He should be a model! Soon, I found myself looking at the bottoms of other boys, trying to imagine what they looked like naked; more importantly, what they looked like naked AND taking an enema.

I couldn't understand it then, but I had strange thoughts about other boys. I found them to be more attractive than girls.

It would be quite a few years later before I would realize I was gay. Though I secretly enjoyed my enemas, I began longing for the moment when I could give another boy an enema.

I wanted him to feel as I did, when I got my enemas. I wanted him to have an orgasm while he sat on the toilet, gushing out his bowels, just like me.

Note: The events in this story are true, though some fill has been added to give it body. The names have been changed. I grew up like most boys, interested in things that year olds were interested in, like sports, marbles, climbing trees, and the like.

I was pretty normal for my age except for one minor detail: I had an enema fetish. I was always giving myself an enema from my mom's big red enema bag with its red tubing and black nozzles.

It was a private thing for me; I didn't share what I did with others. I gave them to myself as often as several times a week, sometimes on the bathroom floor, but mostly while laying inside the bathtub.

And, I would masturbate my little member until I had unloaded a wad of sticky white stuff, usually while I was filling up with the enema, or expelling it.

Sometimes I would masturbate to an orgasm several times during one enema session. But, I took care to make sure no one knew, always carefully wiping off the equipment and leaving it on top of the cabinet in a way to facilitate drying.

I remember I had a lot of boyhood friends during those pubescent years. But the one who most stood out the most in those memories was Jonathan.

He was the year old brother of my best friend, Gregory, who was the same age as me. The three of us used to play all kinds of games, as kids normally do, but there was one unusual game we played.

We would go upstairs in Greg's house and he and I would take turns putting on his year old sister's dresses. Then we would remove our pants and under shorts, and flip the dress so as to give one another a glimpse of our private parts.

Of course, we always had a hard-on when we did that. And we would get a laugh out of it. Sometimes, we would bend way over, legs spread, and pull up the dress to expose our anuses.

For some reason, Jonathan never participated in the girly games, though he was there watching and laughing. Both boys were handsome; Greg with his dark brown hair and boyish smile, and Jonathan, with his blond locks, brilliant blue eyes and flashy smile and perfect teeth.

Actually, Greg was handsome, but Jonathan was simply precocious and beautiful. He had what many would call a "choir-boy" face. He was slim, but muscular.

He had pale skin that only lightly tanned. Like his brother and me, he was circumcised. In fact, I had never met a boy who was uncut until I went to high school and saw a few of the older, hairy Italian boys taking showers.

I guess circumcision was far more prevalent in the Polish-Irish neighborhood where I grew up. When I reached 12 I had been giving myself enemas since I was 10 , I began to dream about giving other boys enemas.

As I laid there, a self-administered enema slowly filling my bowels, I use to wonder if Greg and Jonathan had ever experienced this.

More often, though, I thought about Jonathan. Each time I began to experience a strong urge to move my bowels during the enemas, I would imagine that beautiful lad experiencing the same urges; the same feeling of warm water filling the rectum.

I would imagine him lying on his side or back in the tub or on the floor, completely naked, with that black nozzle deeply buried in his little rectum.

Little by little I began to open up to Greg and Jonathan about enemas, but stopped short of telling them about my enemas. It didn't take long for me to get the message that Greg had absolutely no interest in that sort of thing.

Though he liked to show off his tight little hole when we played "girly" games, that was as far as he would let it go.

Jonathan, on the other hand, expressed some interest, usually with a giggle or wide grin. I began to hang around Jonathan more than Greg. Jonathan obviously had a liking for me, too, since he hung around me more than other boys his age.

Jonathan was always pulling surprises. I remember one night, when Greg, me and Jonathan were camping out in a tent in Greg's backyard.

We had turned in and were almost off to dreamland, when I heard sudden giggling going on. Greg woke up and grabbed his flashlight and pointed toward his brother, who was on the other side of me.

Jonathan was standing up, naked from the ankles up. His little dick was sticking straight out, hard as a rock; his balls drawn tight against the base of his penis.

He was obviously getting a kick out of it. It was the first time I had ever seen Jonathan naked. I immediately got an erection.

Greg, on the other hand, just grumbled, in a scolding voice, "Pull your pants up, Jonathan, and go to sleep. Quit playing around. He became the single focus of my boyhood enema fantasies.

Jonathan and I would play games and tease each other about the loser getting an enema with a bulb syringe. If you lost a marble game, for example, that meant one squirt of the bulb up the ass.

Of course, it was just fantasizing. Neither one of collected on the "debt," though I often dreamed of it, especially when I was giving myself an enema.

Jonathan and Greg lived only a few doors away, and Jonathan often came over to play. I would offer things like my allowance and my models and other things I owned as prizes.

Sometimes I won money from Jonathan, and sometimes he won money or other things from me. One day, Jonathan played one of my games and lost, but didn't have any money.

I told him he had to give up something. Then, I thought, what about his clothes? Jonathan went along with the idea in his usual cheery manner, and began removing his clothing until all he had on was his white briefs and socks.

No doubt that the game was becoming erotic for him as it was very obvious he had an erection bulging in his briefs. And he had a big grin, with a slightly flush face that told me he was a little embarrassed, but enjoying it just the same.

I didn't push him and gave him the opportunity to quit while he still had something left on. But, he insisted on playing another round of the game and, as one could expect, he lost.

He looked at me and I looked at his raging hard-on. He got the message, and with a giggle, pulled his briefs down to his ankles.

By this time, my own erect penis was threatening to burst the front of my pants. This time, there was no older brother around to scold Jonathan, and no one was at home; it was just me and Jonathan.

I stared at Jonathan for the longest time, his beautiful body now fully exposed. I was fixated on his little, erect dick, now pink from the blood that filled it.

His dick looked a lot like my own, with a nice round head and straight-as-an-arrow shank. He had small balls that were drawn up tight at the base of his penis, pretty much like mine.

They didn't sag or hang down like most boys I knew. But, I wanted to look at another side of him, so I asked him to turn around. He had a beautiful set of smooth, white buns that were well-rounded and dimpled on the sides.

I then asked him to spread his legs and reach for his ankles. He giggled some more, but did as I asked. He exposed his small, light pink hole for a moment, then stood up.

I had seen enough! I told him to wait upstairs, and I made a mad dash for the bathroom, which was downstairs.

I barely closed the door and got my pants open before hitting the bathroom wall with a huge wad of cum.

I didn't even have to masturbate. Just the sight of this handsome lad's pink hole and hairless little dick was enough to cause one of the biggest orgasms I could remember.

Over the next few weeks, I would take my enemas and dream about Jonathan's bottom and have multiple orgasms. He would still come over and play the games, and lost more often as I believe he really enjoyed taking off his clothes for me.

And I, as usual, ended up in the bathroom having an orgasm. I never let Jonathan watch me jerk off, nor did I expose myself to him. I also did not touch any part of him.

Just the "show and tell" was enough! But, I became more determined than ever, that I would someday give him an enema. One day, I decided to see if I could get Jonathan to submit to an enema through one of the games, since he obviously was not shy about showing off his nude body.

I invented a "Let's Make A Deal" card game. I cut up a white poster board, that I had, into small cards, about the size of a deck of cards.

His face grew beet red as he remembered the embarrassment. Laura returned with the pitcher and a bar of Ivory soap, and turned on the water in the bathtub.

She then unwrapped the bar of soap and dropped it into the water and left it to soften. After a few minutes she reached into the pitcher and worked the soap around to make it dissolve faster.

She withdrew it and Billy saw that the bar of soap was significantly smaller than when it went into the water. Billy's grandmother went to the guest room bed and turned down the covers.

She then took a large plastic sheet and spread it out on the bed and covered it with a smaller white sheet. She returned to the suitcase and took out a wooden hairbrush and laid it on the table.

Billy recalled with a jolt that his grandmother was a stern disciplinarian and that on one occasion he had acted up when as she was inserting the nozzle and she had quietly taken him from the bed to the straight chair, sat down and pulled him over her lap and, as she said, "tanned his fanny" with that hairbrush.

He winced at the thought and uncomfortably shifted in bed. Laura entered the bedroom. Billy was still feigning sleep. Billy opened his eyes and complained, "Mom, let me sleep!

She then reached to lower the covers and Billy grabbed them. His grandmother appeared at the door with the big jar of Vaseline and the thermometer.

I might need to cool the enema water a bit," said his grandmother gently. Reluctantly, Billy complied, remembering the hairbrush that had been placed on the table.

Billy turned over as his mother drew back the sheets. His grandmother placed the Vaseline on his bedside table and bent over the boy's upturned bottom and gently pulled down his pajamas to expose the boy's pale white but muscular buttocks.

Billy's ears burned with embarassment. Billy watched as his grandmother withdrew the thermometer from the jar of lubricant.

There was a big glob of petroleum jelly on the end that was to go into his rectum. Bending over the boy, she reached down and placed her thumb and forefinger between his buttocks and spread them apart.

She always spread so that "the pink" showed before she inserted the thermometer or enema nozzle. He felt the coldness of the petroleum jelly and then the tip of the thermometer met his anus and continued into the boy's rectum.

His mother stood on the other side of his bed with a tissue in her hand as she watched the process. After reseating the thermometer she held it securely.

He knew not to be argumentative with her as he recalled the wooden hairbrush in the guestroom. Billy had already known it would.

A couple of times when he was younger she had agreed to give him an enema with the bulb but she had not been happy with the results.

The boy involuntarily squeezed his butt cheeks. Billy began to be upset. You need it, and I want you to behave yourself or there's going to be a trip across my knee for a spanking.

The grandmother removed the thermometer from Billy's rectum and read it. You can pull your pajamas up now and just stay here while your mother and I finish getting your enema ready.

Laura and her mother returned to the bathroom to fill the bag. I think the last enema he had was a little over a quart. Billy has grown quite a bit and his system is probably mature enough for two quarts, but I'd better check him first.

Laura called Billy to come into the bathroom. Both women were taken aback by the extent of the boy's development. She sat down in the straight chair and picked up the hairbrush as she pulled Billy over her knee and carefully positioned him.

He realized his predicament. Bare bottom, head down near the floor and butt up in position for the spanking, legs kicking, the grandmother took the hairbrush and gave him a thorough spanking, concentrating on the low butt crease, the dreaded "sit spot".

She didn't spank as hard as she did long, so his bottom never got beyond pink. Finally she completed the boy's spanking and helped him up. His face was red from crying and embarrassment.

His bottom really didn't hurt much, as his grandmother had been intentionally easy on him. She gave him a quick hug and sent him back to his room.

Laura had filled the red enema bag and hung it, bulging, at the top section of the coat rack that had been placed by the bed.

The grandmother made sure that the air was out of the long tube and clamped the hose shut. She then returned to Billy's room to get the Vaseline.

Gently, she laid her hand on the teenager's sheet-covered bottom. Take your pajamas off and put on a T-shirt and come to the guestroom.

Billy did as he was told, feeling very naked with just the T-shirt and nothing covering his private areas. Suddenly, it dawned on him that he could hide his front from the women and still keep his bottom bare if he put on the jock strap that his dad had bought for him when he was as he called it, kind of a "rite of passage.

His low butt crease was still a bit sore from the spanking, but it would be worth it to keep from having them see his front again.

He went to the guestroom and lay down on the bed. His grandmother pulled his T-shirt up to his shoulders and saw the jockstrap. It comes together down where I have to insert the tube, and besides, it would only get wet and greasy from when I use the Vaseline.

She would tell Laura to get her husband to refit Billy with a larger one. Again, she pried Billy's pale, muscular buttocks apart very wide, exposing the pink fleshy part of the boy's anus and deftly inserted the rectal tube.

The boy felt naked under the watchful eyes of the two women. And remember, you have to hold it inside you for 5 minutes after it's all in. He felt the warm water relentlessly flooding his rectum.

You're a big boy now and I have to put the whole bag in so the enema will do some good. As the bag emptied into Billy's rectum she occasionally closed the clamp as the cramps grew stronger.

She helped the boy hold his enema by squeezing his buttocks together. Finally the enema bag was completely empty. Billy fussed and fretted as he tried to keep the two quarts of water inside.

His grandmother withdrew the nozzle and again squeezed his butt cheeks together as the minutes went by.

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