A Therapist Helps a Runner

A therapist helps a runner - Ch.2, cleansing

"Good, I'm sure you won't regret that decision. For now, but we haven't quite finished today's business. We need to get your bowels voided and cleaned out. So go into the bathroom and wait for me there while I tidy up here and prepare and gather for what we are going to do in the bathroom. I hope you'll be ready for it. And keep the plug inside you while you are waiting, and don't touch yourself."

With everything that was occupying me during the initial examination and trying to discover the source of the problem with his leg, the thought of my directing him to take a warm shower had escaped my mind. It was certainly needed after all that running. Then during the exam proceeded and personal revelations, it was clear that we both wished for me that to attend to him at a more intimate level. I had to give some thought. I wanted him refrain from satisfying his sexual need on his own, yet a satisfyingly warm shower would present a strong temptation, especially as he would be able to wash away any traces of his release.

I covered my uncertainty, telling him, "Sorry, I forgot early. You must still be feeling mucky and uncomfortable after the run and then afterwards, so please take a shower. The water will run warm. There are towels on the rail. But I repeat, stay plugged and don't play with yourself, I will know if you do." I tried to sound certain, though I wasn't sure if I would know. Before leaving him, I switched on the heating for the bathroom and towel rail. It was the least I could do in the circumstances.

It wasn't strictly necessary for Ken to remain with me for the next days in order to aid his recovery and rehab. Certainly, I would be able to help that happen more effectively than if he was on his own, but I expected he could manage it anyway. And I admit that I am not proud of my ulterior reasons for encouraging him to stay. Although I tried to pretend otherwise, I was enticed by his attractive slim body, nicely trained and almost completely smooth. Frankly I desired him, even when I first saw him after he overtook me. His attractiveness, combined with his demonstration of unconditional submissiveness, made him irresistible to me. I simply couldn't help myself.

It is not that I am a particularly dominant person, and I don't think of myself a cruel, but the allure of taking advantage of him was intoxicating. I justified my scheme as being a reasonable payoff for helping him when his leg packed upon him during his run. I fully intended to do my best to help him recover from the problem, of course, but I also intended to enjoy myself with him along the way. And I hoped he would enjoy it too. In a way I envied him, he needed to take no responsibility on behalf of anybody else, he was free from the burden of deciding, weighing up the rights and wrong. In another circumstance, it might have been the other way round.

I went the main treatment room at the back which was hidden from outside view and opened the cabinet, taking out the enema bulb and solution packs with which I would cleanse him internally. I took a few moments to locate something to treat his injury, Myoflex, a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory agent which is also analgesic, better than taking something like Ibuprofen orally. It acts against inflammation and pain, but doesn't repair any damage. I hoped there wasn't any, because it would require a cortisone injection into the tissue. I was qualified to do that, but I was never happy about doing it myself, preferring to leave it to someone more specialised.

From my bedroom I hunted for some spare clothes that would fit him. We were of similar basic size, but I had put on weight which he hadn't, I extracted from the bottom of the dresser an old plaid shirt and corduroy trousers which were my size when I was Ken's age. They were clean and in good condition still. A plain blue sweater, white singlet, socks, indoor footwear - no problem. Briefs? I don't keep any boxers nowadays, I prefer to wear full cut ladies' knickers, the no nonsense plain white cotton. From Primark they are just a few pounds for a pack of six pairs. I opened a fresh pack and took two out. Frankly, I often wonder why men wear briefs or boxers. The ones I wear are light, comfortable day or night, and very much cheaper. It's hardly worth washing them when they are dirty, which mine invariably become. I set the clothes down on the sofa, except for one pair of knickers. I was confident he wouldn't mind wearing them.

Thus equipped I went into the bathroom About fifteen minutes must have passed. which I thought would be enough for him to shower and dry. And to reflect on his thoughts and feelings, his expectations, hopes, and fears.

As I entered, he had just finished with the towel and was placing it over the heated rail. He turned towards me, standing naked clean and dry. I was pleased to see he was still wearing his plug. His cock was semi-erect as to be expected with anyone in a state of expectation and arousal. He was clearly a highly sexed individual, as well as being naturally compliant to my wishes. I stepped closer and told him to take it in his hand and present it to me for inspection.

His unrelieved state was now evident to my close gaze. It twitched automatically, testifying to his arousal. There was a bead of precum, but as yet no sign of residual cum dripping from his urethral hole. Had he masturbated in the shower, it would now be seeping out as his cock as relaxed from its former state of full hardness. His obedience denied me an excuse to punish him, but I was pleased at this demonstration of his compliance. And I wanted to be able enjoy using and, perhaps, abusing his sexy body that he would be giving it to me freely. I was sure that Ken himself would gain more pleasure by maintaining the edge. "Thank you, Ken, you have passed the first test. Were you not tempted?"

"Yes Edward, I was excited about what you did, what you did, and what you are going to do. I thought about jerking off in the shower, I didn't think you'd know if I did. But I wanted to please you more, I wanted you to control my release.".

I put a hand to his face and stroked gently, then stroked gently down his chest and belly down to his cock and fleetingly touched its growing hardness. But enough of that for now. I was sure that, later, our lips would meet tenderly and we'd be kissing passionately.

"Good, you have done well. Now stand facing the wall with your legs apart, lean forward with your hands against the wall."

He obviously knew what position to take up, no doubt it was an order he had obeyed many times before. He was an arousing site to behold. The flared end and flange of the plug nestled snugly between his cheeks, the business part deeply embedded in his rectum and in the space that would otherwise be occupied by his stool. He would certainly need to be cleaned out in preparation for later pleasures I was going to take. First, I wanted to take a closer look.

"Stand away and bend forward. Now use your hands to part your cheeks so I can take a closer look. Wider...... Good, a pretty sight. I can see right where it is entering, it is stretching your ring quite noticeably. Your hole was made for this treatment. What do you think, Ken?"

"Yes, I agree. No sensation quite compares with the wonderful feeling I have when my anus is penetrated and stretched."

After a few minutes admiring the view and manoeuvring the plug, twisting, pushing and pulling gently one way then another, I reached over to the right and took handful of paper towels.

"Spread your legs wider. Now hold the end of the plug with your fingertips and slowly ease it out. Take care to avoid letting any of your stool drop onto the floor, otherwise you will have to clean it up. Use these to prevent anything falling out."

While Ken carefully eased the plug out from his rectum, twisting it to help during the exit of the widest part through his ring, I fetched from under the sink a blue plastic bucket. He successfully extracted the plug without any spillage, using the paper towels to capture any loose stool, as I held the bucket for him to drop it into.

I instructed him to stay in that position. The sight of his gape was delightful, nicely round with the radial crinkles pulled nearly flat yet marked by the changes in hue and texture. A lovely framing of the dark treasure inside, so inviting, though now gradually closing up.

I glanced down into the bucket. The plug was mostly free of smearing. Any feces which might have attached had evidently been wiped off by the grip of his ring as it passed through, evidence of its healthy condition. A promise of much pleasure. I decided to defer any digital exploration of his rectum till later, preferring first to use the bulb to empty it of its contents.

"I'm pleased to tell you that your rear hole is perfect, like the rest of your body. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that it will shortly be thoroughly used for the second purposed for which it is designed. A good cleansing is clearly necessary first. Does that please you, Ken?"

"I am in a mental turmoil by the embarrassment of knowing there is a lot of shit in my bowel, and that you are going to humiliate me by depriving me of any privacy to void. Yet I am excited at the mere thought. I expect you're going to give me an enema and watch me expel, and after that you will fuck me in the arse. Yes, I want that to happen, and I want to be made ready for your pleasure. My cock is hard at the thought. Is it so wrong that I feel that way? That I am so aroused, that I crave for it? Please use me how you like."

"It is unusual, Ken, but it needn't be shameful. Voiding one's bowels is inherently pleasurable. Nature made it pleasurable for us because it is healthy to excrete the toxins without delay. Taking pleasure from receiving an enema, and from expelling, and if you wish to exhibit your pleasure to a lover, there is nothing wrong. And nothing wrong with taking pleasure at the humiliation. In your case, Ken, humiliation is part of your craving."

I led him back to the roomy shower unit, instructed him to lean forward a bit, and to hold his butt cheeks slightly apart. I filled a container with tepid, body temperature water so as to avoid any sense of hot or cold, drew it into the bulb, and applied a generous amount of the water-based cream to his anus and to the nozzle. That might not have been necessary, but I wanted the nozzle to penetrate his anal opening as smoothly and with as little feeling as possible, so as not to provide further sensual load on the nerve endings of his opening. I also wanted his awareness to be focussed solely on the sensation of his rectum becoming filled with liquid. The bulb would hold easily enough water to completely fill it and the absence of any additional stimulus would encourage him to make extra effort to retain his enema.

"I am going to penetrate your bum hole now and will start to slowly inject the contents into your rectum. It is just warm water, nothing added. You will feel yourself being gradually filled up, and while that happens, I want you to concentrate to keeping the contents inside you. It will feel like you are soon going to have a large bowel movement which you have to retain until you are seated safely on the toilet and given the OK to release. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I'll make sure I don't empty."

I continued to talk during the minute it took to fill his bowel - his standing position meant that the water would be obstructed from entering his colon. It was sufficient for present purposes to cleanse only rectum in preparation use in a way I intended to be safe and pleasurable for both of us.

When finished I told him. "You will need to retain the enema for ten minutes, so I'll reinsert the plug to make it easier. Hold the bulb in this same position for a short minute."

It was only a matter of a few seconds to retrieve the plug, but I was enjoying the sight of Ken holding the bulb so as to keep the nozzle deeply embedded inside him, and took a little time to clean the plug with an antiseptic wipe and then dry it.

"OK Ken, hold that position and remove the nozzle as I insert the plug."

The changeover was smooth and quick. I told him to walk around in the bathroom, keeping his arms to the side away from his cock and the plug. For almost anybody, such a humiliating act would have been unbearable, but for Ken it was a turn on. His cock stood out straight and bobbed up and down as he moved. I stepped toward him and gently pressed on his lower abdomen just below his navel, and slowly circled my hand around and down over his shaven triangle and gently palpitated the area. He would be feeling the light pulses of pressure in his bladder and rectum.

It was one of those situations when time seems to stand still. I don't suppose either of us were aware of the passing minutes. How many had passed - five, ten, twenty? By now we were both caught in the moment of intense sexual tension, free from any awareness of the clock. I recalled the moment he passed me on the path, all those hours ago, I when I saw what was for me the perfect body. My imagination ran loose and it was as if a vision formed in my mind and came to life as it seemed my body split away from my will and began to act as if in the most vivid of dreams....

In my mind I unzipped the front of my one-piece, slipped off and stepped out. Like Ken, I was now completely nude. My own cock had come pretty well at full attention, though perhaps slightly shorter than his, and not as hard. I told myself the extra years were responsible. Unable to resist my urge, I moved toward him so that our genitals touched and the head of my cock pressed against his ball sack. I heard the sound of Ken's sharp intake of breath, but stayed motionless, arms still to his side, exuding an air of willing vulnerability, completely open to whatever I might wish. I softly rested my fingertips on the cheeks of his face either and my lips met his. I drew him into a kiss, slowly pushing my tongue into his mouth. Without warning, I suddenly pulled his head toward me and speared my tongue into, exploring his mouth as far deep as I would reach. ravaging all the recesses therein. Simultaneously, the friction between our genitalia propelled me unavoidably on a path towards climax. I spun him round and pushed him forward to lean against the wall. My hand went to the plug in his arse and....

I forced my head to clear. I don't think very much time had passed and realised we were both standing face to face. My hand was still pressed gently against him, just as the base of his erect member. I was still dressed, and it might have seemed to an observer that nothing had passed with me. But my cock was now pressing and tenting out the cotton of my scrubs, leaving a visible wet spot on thin blue material.

I led him to the toilet. He was still wearing the plug which I told him to remove carefully and to sit.

"Now relax and let yourself expel. Don't force anything. It may take a minute or so before you have emptied yourself completely of enema and stool."

I took the rather improper opportunity to observe him perform this highly personal and normally private act, enjoying the spectacle. After just a second or two I heard the sound of a short expulsion of water into the pan, followed by a series of..... I don't know what to call them - farts, belches, splurps, splopps? - as chunks of stool mixed with gas and the residual water were ejected, enjoying the sight of his facial expressions and the sounds of his gasps and sighs of pleasure. I gave him a few minutes to finish emptying, and during that time I heard the tell-tell sound od Ken emptying his bladder. This was what I hoped and expected, since the voiding od his bowels would have given some extra space to allow easier flow. Fully relieved of his burden, he looked up at me and I bade him stand. A quick glance revealed quite a lot of fecal waste, and I reckoned his rectum was now almost completely voided.

"OK, I think a few more rinsing enemas will clean you out completely so the water comes out clear. No need to retain these for more than a minute, so you won't have to insert the plug. Can I leave that to you to do, Ken?"

"Yes, I that's fine"

With that I told him he was free to take his time and I left us both to our thoughts.

To be continued.