A few years ago, I was living near Hamburg, Germany, a city well known for
its sexual openness. My favorite hangout was a bath house in one of the
nicest sections of town called the Club Uelenhorst. It had a group of
regulars like myself plus a large number of out of towners because of the
city's busy port. This gave the place an international and most interesting
character. One Saturday night I decided to go to the Club and indulge one of
my favorite fantasies by taking an enema bag with me. While I had met other
guys into the sport, I had never seen anyone in the baths with enema gear.
As usual, I got a room, put on my towel, and hung the empty bag on a hook
near the head of the bed. Leaving the door open, I lay there hoping someone
would take the bait. For a few hours, no one expressed any interest although
I had two guys in for some vanilla sex.

About midnight, a guy in his thirties whom I took to be Italian came in. We
had no common language, but after some preliminary groping, he dropped his
towel, took the nozzle in his hand and rubbed it between the cheeks of his
butt as his short fat uncut cock swelled to its maximum. I got off the bunk,
put on my towel and took the bag to the shower room where I filled it with
rather warm water. As I returned to the room, I made sure everyone along the
way saw the bulging bag that I was carrying.

On opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of my swarthy new friend
kneeling on his towel on the bunk with his legs spread and his chest as flat
on the bed as possible. As I walked in, he looked back at me, smiled and
wiggled his totally exposed ass ever so slightly. Leaving the door open, I
hung up the bag, lubricated the man's dark opening, and slipped the tube
deeply into him. I gave him the bag slowly, massaging his now dripping cock
and balls as I went, all the while keeping an eye on the door to see if
anyone else showed interest. Several guys looked in and went on until
finally a big blond came along and stayed to watch the whole procedure,
playing with himself under his towel all the while. With my enema man now
groaning in agony as the last of the water flowed into him, I turned to the
blond and said, "You're next."

His response was a grin and, "Okay, but not here."

When the man on the bed obviously couldn't hold the load any longer, I let
him up and, pulling his towel around him, he hurried down the hall toward
the lavatories and relief. I took the bag to the shower room, cleaned it up,
and returned to my room where I found the German waiting for me. I closed
the door and we did some heavy petting before he asked me if I would follow
him to his apartment and give him a "klistier." I jumped at the chance and
we were soon on our way.

His name was Peter, a 28-year old sports teacher at a "Gymnasium" (high
school) in one of the far suburbs. He was nice looking, but not what I would
term a knockout, and had the nicely developed body that one would expect of
a man who taught sports. His cock was long, fat, and of course, uncut with a
foreskin just long enough to barely cover the head. He had a tight, muscular
bubble butt that he enjoyed showing off, but he coyly kept the center of my
interest concealed until it was time for his enema.

We arrived at his apartment and settled in with a bottle of champagne in the
living room to get better acquainted. After the first glass, we were on the
couch groping and kissing, passing champagne back and forth between our
mouths. It wasn't long before we were completely naked and cramped by the
small couch, so he suggested we move to the bedroom. Grabbing the bag of
equipment that I had brought with me, I followed him up the stairs, savoring
the sexy motion of his cheeks as he climbed. In the bedroom, he quickly
pulled back the comforter, sat down and pulled me to him. Taking a large
swig of champagne from the bottle, he put his lips to my stiff cock, grabbed
me by the ass, and forced my cock deeply into his mouth. The sensation was
wonderful. The slightly cold bubbly liquid fizzing around me and the milking
motion of his mouth as he slowly swallowed. I pushed him back on the bed and
climbed aboard, straddling his head and shoving my cock deeply into his
throat, then bending forward so I could work on his stiff dick. Using my
hand to pull back his foreskin, I smelled the slightly musky odor of manhood
and slid my lips over the naked head. We sucked each other madly and before
long I felt him tighten and push my head down on him as he shot his load
against the back of my throat. I gagged from his size and the pressure it
caused, but that only opened up my throat to take in more of his length.
Thrusting deeply into him, I came and collapsed on top of him. We lay there
for a few minutes and then I climbed off him to lie beside him and take him
in my arms. He pulled up the comforter and we were soon fast asleep.

Awakening the next morning, I found Peter sleeping soundly on his stomach
beside me. I had to piss so slipped out of bed so as not to wake him and
rummaged around in my equipment bag quickly finding the enema bag. I went
into the bathroom, emptied my bladder, filled the bag with warm water and
returned to the bedroom. After having lubed the nozzle, I gently turned back
the comforter revealing Peter's beautiful ass. I was able to spread his
cheeks without waking him. There deep within surrounded by a halo of blond
hair was the pursed pink rosebud. I quickly slid the nozzle into his ass and
clicked open the clamp, permitting the water to flow into him.

He immediately awoke and started to roll over, but I put my hand on his back
to keep him in position. He turned his head and smiled, enjoying the enema
and having me rub his butt as he took it. Just as I heard the last of the
water leave the bag, he grimaced with pain as a cramp hit him. I continued
to rub his ass and the cramp subsided, but it soon returned and he said that
he couldn't hold the enema any longer. I followed him to the bathroom and
rubbed his shoulders as he ridded himself of the load of water and shit that
was inside. As he cleaned himself up, I refilled the bag and returned to the
bedroom to await his return. He was soon back and I had him lie on his back
and pull his knees to his chest. I once again lubed the nozzle, slid it in
place, and started the flow. I wanted him to take the whole bag without
causing him to cramp, so I fed it to him slowly. He clearly enjoyed the
second bag and played with his now hard dick as the water flowed. It took
about ten minutes to give him the enema, and he took it easily.

Removing the tube, I climbed onto the bed between his legs, applied a
generous amount of K-Y to my cock, lifted his legs onto my shoulders, and
plunged my dick into him. The sensation on my cock of the warm water and the
tight grip of his asshole was wonderful. He groaned and pulled me down on
him, sliding his tongue into my mouth in a deep kiss as I screwed him.
Although I was really turned on, I managed to hold off until I had plowed
him for a good fifteen minutes. Although I wanted to go on forever, I knew I
couldn't and felt my nuts tighten as I noisily shot a huge load into him,
collapsing on top of him. We lay there with him caressing my back while I
recovered. I could feel his still hard cock pressed between us and knew that
he had not come.

After a while he said that he had to go, so I rolled off and he got out of
bed and went into the bathroom but soon returned with a towel so I could
wipe myself off. He quickly returned to the bathroom where I heard him
release the enema. I joined him there just as he was cleaning up. Standing
up, he took a jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet and greased his
bobbing cock. He told me to bend over the sink, and as soon as I had done
so, he stepped behind me and slowly pressed his pole into my ass. He was big
and the pain was severe as he had done nothing to loosen me up, but he was
gentle and persistent. I wasn't sure I could take his whole length, but when
I felt his pubic hair tickling my cheeks, I knew that my concerns were
unfounded. Once he was all the way in, his demeanor changed and he started
to roughly fuck me, slapping my ass before each plunge forward. It took only
a couple of dozen strokes before he withdrew and I felt the heat of his cum
as he shot it all over my back.

After a shower together, we went down stairs where he cooked breakfast. The
rest of the day we played. I gave him three more enemas and another fucking,
and he gave me a good cleaning out after he had screwed me that afternoon.
It was time for me to leave, but since he so clearly enjoyed getting an
enema, I suggested that we get together again the following weekend, and
since it was a holiday weekend, that we should go to Copenhagen together and
visit a friend of mine who was also into enemas. He looked a little
quizzical, but I refused to tell him more.

The next weekend, Peter and I drove to Copenhagen. We went directly to see
my friend Claus who operated a massage practice and gave colonic
irrigations. His business was close to one of the larger Army barracks in
town, and he had an ex-lover who was an Army doctor with the Queen's Life
Regiment. The doctor regularly sent soldiers to Claus for massages after
they had been injured, and frequently sent particularly good looking
soldiers for colonics given the slightest excuse. In fact, it had been the
doctor who had convinced Claus to add colonics to his practice after he had
introduced Claus to enemas. It was late afternoon when we walked into the
waiting room. The room was empty except for a male receptionist and one man
waiting. Claus had told the receptionist to expect us, so we were
immediately taken into his office.

Claus soon entered and I introduced him to Peter. Claus said that he was in
the middle of giving a colonic to one of his assistants. He told us that
this man, Ilja had been a young Russian seaman who had been brought to him
by the ship's first mate for a punishment enema after he had repeatedly
refused orders. Although it had taken two men to hold Ilja down as Claus
gave him not one but two large soapy enemas, he apparently liked it as he
jumped ship the next day and showed up at Claus' office asking for a job.
Claus had taught him how to give massages and allowed him to assist with
colonics.

Today, Ilja wanted a good cleaning out as he and his new boy friend planned
to spend the weekend having sex. His friend was in the waiting room and
would be the last patient of the day. Handing us both white coats, he led us
down the hall and into a room where a dark haired tall very slim man lay on
the table covered by a drape. I was introduced as a visiting doctor and
Peter as a medical student. Claus explained what was being done to Ilja, and
then pulled back the sheet so that we could see the equipment in use. Ilja
lay on the table on his back with his legs elevated by knee braces and a
medium sized colonic nozzle inserted into his anus and held in place by a
metal shoe on the table. The machine automatically filled the patient's
bowels until the back pressure reached a preset point and the outflow valve
opened allowing the bowel to empty. Having taken the volume that Claus had
set into the machine, he was now relaxing while the remaining water drained
out of him. Claus removed the nozzle and handed me a latex glove, asking me
to evaluate him for cleanliness. Having played this little game before, I
pulled on the glove and slipped a finger into Ilja's hole. It was
surprisingly tight for just having had the nozzle removed and Ilja was quite
responsive to my exploration as evidenced by the rapid swelling of his long
thin cock. I massaged his prostate until he was rock hard and had a stream
of precum drooling out of the swollen head. I pulled out and we left the
room so that he could clean up himself and the equipment.

Soon after we returned to Claus' office, the receptionist brought in Ilja's
friend, the man I had seen outside into the office. Claus had him sit down
and introduced us. The man's name was Jens and he was a 23 year old
lieutenant from the Regiment. He had never been to see Claus before and was
here only because Ilja had talked him into it. He was obviously
uncomfortable at the prospect of what lay ahead. Claus explained the
procedure and reassured him by pointing out that he had just finished with
Ilja. He then recalled the receptionist and told him to take Jens to a
second colonic room and get him prepared. A few minutes later, we walked
into the room to find him lying on his back covered from his navel to just
above his knees with a large towel. Claus brought the knee braces up from
their stored position and lifted Jens' legs onto them, after which he
scooted Jens down on the table so that his thighs were high in the area and
causing the towel to fall back revealing his exposed ass and crotch. Jens
was a muscular young man with a hairless chest in contrast to the thick dark
hair on his legs and in his groin. He had an average endowment that lay
across a fat scrotum distended by two large balls.

Claus then explained that I would do a rectal exam before the irrigation
began. Using my now gloved fingers, I spread the outer folds of his anus so
that I could insert a small syringe containing lubricant. Pushing the
plunger, I slowly filled his passage and rectum to ease the way for my
finger and later the nozzle. Removing the syringe, I quickly inserted my
finger full-length and began the exploration. Jens sucked in his breath on
insertion and I felt his anal ring tighten around my finger, but then relax
as I proceeded. My exam was cursory, but I explained that I wanted Peter to
examine him as well. I moved aside so that Peter could stand between Jens'
widely parted thighs. He made a great show of putting on the glove and then
slowly thrust his thick middle finger into Jens' asshole.

After a much more thorough exploration complete with a couple of good probes
of his prostate (I saw Jens' cock jump each time) he turned to me as said
that he thought Jens needed an enema. Claus felt Jens' lower belly and
agreed, then turned to the equipment cabinet and produced a stainless steel
can, a rubber tube and a bulbous ended black self-retaining nozzle which he
assembled and filled with warm water. He hung the can on a pole attached to
the table then spread a coating of lubricant on the nozzle and handed it to
Peter who pressed the fat head against the waiting hole and applied pressure
until it slipped fully inside. Knowing that Peter was enjoying this, I
stepped behind him and surreptitiously ran my hand up the crack of his ass
and felt him push back against me as he opened the clamp.

For a couple of minutes, there was no response and Jens said that although
he could feel the water, it was not uncomfortable. As the water continued to
flow, however, the internal pressure started to increase and he said he felt
full. Peter stopped the water for a couple of minutes to let him become
accustomed to the added pressure, and then restarted the flow. As the
pressure increased on Jens' prostate, his cock began lengthen and thicken
until it pointed stiffly past his navel and toward his chest. Before long
the can was empty and Jens was writhing in discomfort on the table. Peter
removed the nozzle and I lifted Jens' legs and swung the knee braces aside
so that he could get up. Claus helped him up off the table and guided him to
the adjoining toilet where he massaged his shoulders and belly as gush after
gush of water was expelled.

Shortly, Claus brought Jens back into the room and helped him back onto the
table, but when he moved the knee braces back in position, Jens protested
that he thought he was clean enough and didn't need the irrigation. Paying
little attention, Claus lifted his knees into place and went about preparing
the machine. Once all was ready, Claus selected a large nozzle from the
cabinet and connected it to the machine's hoses. He handed me a fresh
syringe of lubricant which I emptied into the young Dane's hole. I then
spread open the outer sphincter as Claus none-too-gently forced the nozzle
up into Jens' bowel, causing him to cry out in pain. Once he had the
nozzle's shoe locked to the table so that it would not slip out, Claus
called Ilja in and instructed him to administer the irrigation.

The three of us left the room and reentered the room where Ilja had received
his colonic. Claus told Peter to undress and kneel on the table. I helped
Peter out of his clothes while Claus filled a large black bag with a warm
soap solution and lubricated the short flexible rubber rectal tube. As soon
as Peter was in position, he slid the tube up the blonde's hot butt and
opened the clamp. Peter easily took the whole bag with only a couple of
short pauses for the water to distribute itself inside him. As soon as the
bag was empty the tube was removed and Peter allowed to lie on his back and
wait for the enema to do its work. I gently massaged his shoulders while
Claus kneaded his water-filled abdomen, pausing to fondle and inspect
Peter's stiff cock. When he could no longer hold the water, Peter was
allowed use the nearby commode.

It was some time before Peter returned to the room, but when he did a new
sight greeted him. Hanging from the pole at the foot of the table was now a
liter bottle of sterile saline solution while a covered tray rested on the
table. I helped him onto the table and into the leg braces as Claus
retracted Peter's foreskin and began cleansing his glans with a series of
antiseptic-soaked sponges. Peter began to lose his erection as the
realization set in that he was about to be catheterized. Once Claus was
satisfied that preparations were complete, he had me thoroughly wash my
hands and help him into a pair of sterile gloves. I then opened a new Foley
catheter which Claus held while I filled his glove with sterile lube which
he applied to the length of the red tube and to Peter's exposed glans. Then
with a swift movement, he introduced the catheter into the waiting slit.
Peter moaned softly as the intruder slid easily through the length of his
cock and entered his prostate. The thickness of the deflated balloon caused
him a bit of erotic pain which quickly passed as the tip exited his prostate
and entered his bladder. An immediate flow of urine from the exposed end of
the catheter told Claus that he had reached his goal, so he injected the
sterile water to inflate the balloon. Then after connecting the bottle of
saline solution, he began to infuse the liquid into Peter's bladder.

The liquid flowed in quickly and soon the bottle was half empty and Peter
was writhing in discomfort. The tube was clamped off and connected to a
collecting bag suspended from the side of the table. Peter's cock had now
grown once again to full erection, stimulated by the erotic bladder enema he
had taken.

Claus then turned to the waiting asshole which he lubricated inside and out
with a large syringe filled with K-Y. He then inserted the biggest colonic
nozzle I had seen. It was a self-retaining nozzle with a golfball-sized
bulge halfway along its length. Peter felt the momentary stab of pain as
this ball forced his sphincter open and slid past. He was now connected to
the colonic machine and felt the water start to flow. As Peter took the
treatment, Claus massaged Peter's naked lower body until Peter began to
complain about his full bladder. Claus opened the clamp and the collecting
bag swelled with the slightly yellow clear liquid. Peter's bladder enema was
finished. Saying that he would be back shortly, Claus left the room while I
rubbed Peter's chest and shoulders and savored the depths of his hot mouth.

After about ten minutes, Claus returned carrying a large bag of water which
he hung from the pole at the end of the table where Peter lay. He then
slowly unbuttoned and removed his white coat. He was naked except for the
bulging jock strap he wore. Claus was a beautiful man who had a weight
lifter's body maintained by his daily trips to the gym. He stood between
Peter's legs and permitted him to take in the beauty of his body as he
gently fondled the catheter-filled cock and ball sack before him. Once Peter
had taken the full course of the colonic, Claus shut down the machine and
let the last of the water drain from the cleanly flushed bowel. He then
asked me to come to his end of the table to help him. As I moved behind him,
I saw that he had a double enema in his butt with the inflation bulbs and
clamped tube held under the waistband of his jock. I clearly understood what
he wanted and connected the hanging bag to the enema as he removed the
nozzle from Peter.

As Peter watched, Claus pushed down and stepped out of the jock revealing a
condom-encased fat hardon, made to look even bigger because his crotch was
cleanly shaved. Grabbing Peter's legs, he easily pressed the head against
and into the pouting hole. He climbed onto the table pushing Peter's legs to
his chest and sunk his cock in to the hilt. As he began the slow fucking, I
opened the clamp and started the water coursing into his enema
-filled ass.
The water flowed quickly from the bag as Claus fucked and the fullness
seemed to increase the intensity, speed, and depth of his thrusts. Peter was
moaning and squirming under Claus, loving every minute of the thorough
fucking he was getting. It didn't take long for Peter to cum, and he cried
out loudly as he shot a big load around the catheter and onto his chest. As
the spasming hole squeezed Claus' cock, he pulled out, ripped off the
condom, and added his load to the white liquid on Peter's chest. With a
groan, he collapsed onto his partner.

Only when I heard Jens say "Bravo" did I realize that he and Ilja had been
watching from the hallway. Claus turned his head toward them and grinned.
"Lets all have dinner at my house tonight, and then I'm going to give you
both some of what I've just given Peter."
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