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I consider myself bisexual, but I do find that seeing or hearing of a straight, macho man being given an unwanted enema is highly arousing to me.
I think it is because I was raised in a family where all my male relatives were super masculine, and totally in control of every facet of their lives. I couldn't imagine any of them being submissive, in any situation.
Then, as a child growing up, I would occasionally hear one of the males relating to another male relative about a doctor visit where they had to take off their clothes, and sometimes given very embarrassing exams or procedures by medical personnel.
Thus the image of these guys being dominated by a medical person started a fantasy within me. I started to daydream about being able to observe one of these exams. I never figured out how this could possibly happen, but as I grew older I started to realize that some situations CAN be manipulated.
My first experience was when my 17-year old nephew was scheduled for a barium enema (lower GI), which was the Gold standard back then, before the colonoscopy.
My brother-in-law was unable to take him to the radiology clinic the day of the exam, so he asked me if I could take his son for his appointment.
The first thing to cross my mind was: wouldn't it be great if I could observe the exam? Naturally, I knew that because of the rays that were emitted during the x-ray exam, no one would be allowed to be in the room.
I DID, however, know that there was a window in the next room where the radiographer sat and took the pictures.
I made up a story to the medical receptionist at the desk that my nephew was very nervous and I was afraid if I wasn't there to hold his hand, so to speak, he might not allow the staff to perform the exam on him.
Finally, after the radiographer agreed that I could sit with him in the observation room, I was escorted to a chair, in front of a large picture window that looked directly into the room with the x-ray table.
After a few minutes I saw a medical assistant escort my nephew into the room, wearing just a short gown with the back open. He looked petrified, and I'm sure he thought that this was just going to be a series of pictures taken of him lying on his back.
I watched as he was told to lie down on the table, on his back. Then another assistant wheeled in an IV pole with a huge clear enema bag filled with a white solution (barium). All of a sudden I could see my nephew had figured out what was happening. I could see and hear him telling the assistants that he was not going to have an enema.
The assistants tried to calm him down and reason with him, but he was past consoling. The radiographer then asked me to talk to him on the microphone that was at the control panel. I told him that it wasn't going to be that bad, and that his father would be very upset if he refused to do this. He finally calmed down enough so that the assistants could position him on his left side.
As one of the assistants started to insert the tubing into his anus, it started all over again. He was squirming and saying that he didn't want them to put it into him. The radiographer once again asked me to try to keep him calm so they could do the testing.
The tube was finally inserted, and the minute the barium started to flow into him, he became almost hysterical. He insisted he had to go to the bathroom. He tried to pull the tubing out, but they restrained his arms. I started to talk to him, and tell him that all he had to do was keep taking deep breaths, and it would be over soon.
Now, my nephew was a typical teen-age boy, who always tried to exhibit his manhood, most of the time bragging and being boisterous, unafraid of anything.
Now, in an instant he had turned into a whining little boy, pleading with the assistants to let him go to the bathroom. Although I felt sympathy for him, I also knew he would be alright, and he was not really in any pain. He just wasn't used to being put into such a submissive situation, where two men were telling him he had to hold his BM, and they would be in charge of when he could use the bathroom.
He was able to take most of the barium, but I think the assistants realized he probably couldn't take too much more, so they pulled the speculum out of his butt. They told him that a few more pictures had to be taken, then he could use the bathroom. I don't think he even heard them, because he had to be held down so the additional pictures could be taken, and he was begging them, and at this point, actually crying, that he couldn't hold it.
The assistants were trying to keep him in position for the x-rays, but finally my nephew let out a loud cry, and the barium started to shoot out of him, onto the table, and running down onto the tiled floor. He was trying to hold it, but the more he tried to hold it, and squirm off the table, the worse it got. Within a matter of seconds, the table and everything around it was soaking wet.
Since the radiographer had obviously taken all the pictures he needed, I asked if I could go into the room and comfort my nephew. When I walked over to the table, he grabbed my arm, and buried his head in my chest. The assistants told me I could escort him to the bathroom in the next room. I helped him off the table, and he was still occasionally spurting barium out of his butt.
I got him to the bathroom, closed the door, and sat him on the toilet. He just looked down at the floor and held his stomach. He started releasing more barium, in huge torrents, all the while he was sobbing. I kept telling him how it was all over, and he would be fine.
After about 10 minutes on the toilet, I walked him back to the dressing room, and helped him get his clothes back on. I took care of the insurance papers at the desk, and we walked back to the car.
On the way home, I kept trying to console him, and tell him that I knew it was an uncomfortable exam, but that I felt he handled it very well. He DID make me promise, however, that I would never tell anybody that he had "pooped on the table". I kept my word, until NOW, that is!
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We had two wonderful nights before he had to leave, and hundreds of emails since. I do look forward (and so does he!) to seeing his belly swell as he fills, and forcing him to hold it until he makes me climax! He is really into this, and we are both into a lot of other things, as we are both open-minded and trust and respect each other. I will post again when he gets back and let you know how it goes! Yes, I will be very gentle.
