A Young Man & His Maid
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are fictional and are 18+
Part 1
"I'll carry it in myself, thank you," Maxwell, the young master of the Moore estate, asserted to one of the household butlers. He had just arrived home from his first academic year away at college. Having grown up surrounded by private tutors, maids, cooks and butlers, his two semesters away had him feeling like a real independent adult. Duffel bag tossed casually over his shoulder, he strode confidently up the steps and into his family's sprawling country home.
Upon his entry Maxwell was greeted by Evannia-- or Eva, as her full Slavic name had been too difficult for him to pronounce as a child. Eva, a maid hired by the family when Maxwell was four years old, had attended to the young master's needs when his mother and father were busy with the family business (which was quite often). As a result, the two had grown very close.
"Max, my boy, welcome home!" Eva exclaimed with open arms.
"Eva!" Dropping his duffel on the floor, Max rushed in for a hug. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, dear," said Eva, rubbing Max's back with one hand and his head with the other. At 6'2" she towered over the young man, whose entire family, including him, was petite and slight of frame. Eva on the other hand was built like a linebacker.
"How was your time at camp?"
As a star member of the college golf club, Max had elected to stay an extra two weeks after classes had ended to attend a spring training camp at a nearby golf & country club.
"It was great! Coach helped me improve my swing, and X Country Club is always nice this time of year," Max beamed.
"Good! No troubles?" Asked the maid.
"No. Well, I guess it would've been nice if everyone from the club could've come." Max answered awkwardly.
"Is that all?" Eva inquired knowingly, eyeing the young master's bloated lower abdomen, visible to her even beneath his collegiate sweatshirt.
A red flush crept up Maxwell's neck and spread across his face. "I, uh... I guess the food could've been better," he admitted. The food had been delicious, but lacking in variety outside of rich dishes that seemed to mostly have been breaded, fried, or wrapped in bacon. As a result, his system had become quite backed up. Eva was well aware of Maxwell's chronically slow bowels. She had the household cooks tailor his diet to aid with regularity, and administered appropriate treatment when necessary.
"Did you have any troubles going?" She prodded further.
"Um... yeah," he admitted sheepishly.
"When was your last movement?"
"It was, uh... the day I arrived at camp," he said to his feet. It had been one day shy of two full weeks.
"You must be very uncomfortable. Come with me, young man, we're going to take care of this right now," stated the maid, leading her young master by the wrist.
"N-now?" he stammered.
"Yes. I will have the butlers bring the rest of your luggage up to your room."
The pair entered the main floor bathroom. Designed with entertaining in mind, it was the most luxurious bathroom in the estate other than the master en-suite. With its heated floors, imported marble and live plant wall, the space was very spa-like.
Eva sat down on a plush chaise lounge and patted the tops of her thighs.
"All right, over my lap, bum up," she instructed.
"I'm not a kid anymore," Max scoffed. "I turned nineteen last month!"
"Do you want my help, or not?" asked Eva matter-of-factly. She'd always known about Maxwell's little secret; it was obvious to her that he enjoyed anal stimulation. Rectal temperatures, suppositories, and enemas... she'd witnessed his feeble attempts at hiding his arousal throughout his teenage years.
"Fine," sighed Max as he undressed from the waist down, then draped his slender frame across Eva's ample lap. She took notice of his growing hardness, barely concealed even when he tugged his sweatshirt down. She found his insecurities surrounding his less-than-average endowment to be adorable.
"That's a good boy." Eva's praise elicited a deepening of the blush that climbed up the back of Maxwell's neck and ears. "Now, just relax for me."
Eva opened the vintage-style first aid box beside her that she'd retrieved from a linen closet on their way to the bathroom. Donning a pair of tight-fitting medical gloves, she opened a jar of her signature cream concoction. The lovely scent of Eva's special cream never failed to comfort Max by bringing back pleasant childhood memories.
With one hand she spread Maxwell's bum cheeks, and with the other she scooped out a generous dollop of her special cream. Using her index finger she gently massaged the cream on and around his anus. Once she felt him begin to relax, she slowly pushed her finger inside.
"Mmn" he moaned softly as her long digit entered him. He flushed an even deeper shade of red when she began to probe around.
"Push out for me, dear," she instructed
"Nnh!" As he pushed, he felt her finger plunge in even deeper.
"There we go," cooed Eva when she came into contact with the large, hard mass lodged in Maxwell's colon. "Hmm... it's very big, no wonder you've been having troubles. You're so plugged up I don't think I'd even be able to get an enema into you. I'm going to need to dilate you for a while if we're ever going to get this thing out."
A second finger joined the first up Maxwell's butt. Eva relaxed and stretched his anus and rectum by making circular motions with her digits. Every once in a while she pulled them nearly all of the way out, then plunged them back deep inside before continuing her massage.
After a few minutes of this, she slipped her fingers out to scoop up more cream. At this point, Max was practically reduced to a liquid state in her lap- clearly the cream's calming agent had taken effect.
This time the maid pushed three fingers into her young master's awaiting butt. She smiled at his breathy moans and the way his rock hard member pressed up against her thigh.
"You're doing so good for me, sweetie. Just a little more."
Slipping her pinky finger in with the rest brought a deeper moan out of him, despite his attempts at silencing himself by burying his face into the chaise and biting down on the hem on his sweatshirt. The squelching of his asshole and his soft little mewls were like music to her ears. She continued working her four digits in, out and all around his ass until she felt him spasm in her lap and his dick pulsate against her leg.
"Oh my," she exclaimed devilishly. "And we've hardly started with your treatment."
Once the young master had calmed down, Eva slid her fingers out of his bottom and replaced the cream-covered glove with a fresh one.
"I'm going to give you some suppositories to soften what you've got stuck up there," she explained while she rummaged about in the box. "Then I'm going to put a plug in you so that you'll stay nice and relaxed back there while the suppositories do their work."
Spreading Maxwell's cheeks once again, she slipped the first suppository up his butt with ease. She made sure it was in as far as possible before adding a second, then a third.
"Do I... really have to wear the plug?" Max asked meekly. Eva knew this attempt at reluctance was all for show.
"Yes. You will keep it in for 30 minutes," she instructed as she gradually worked the large plug into his bottom. "I'll call for you when it's time for you to return for the rest of your treatment. In the meantime, you can unpack your bags and get settled in."
"Ahhn!" Max let out a light gasp when the plug slipped into place.
"You may get dressed now. Be a good boy and keep that plug right where it is."
Part 2