This is a true story

"... Here I am again!" I thought, ringing the bell of the large building.

I looked around, waiting for somebody to open the door.

The air was cold, but the weather was beautiful. A sunny Saturday morning in the city of Bremen, in northern Germany.

I was on vacation, and I had decided to spend this Saturday at the Studio "S.A.D."

It stands for "Schwester Angela Dominata", meaning "Nurse Angela Dominata". I had heard lots of stories on this particular place. It was a well-known "studio", where you could find a large selection of BDSM services and one of the best "White Rooms" (medical fetish clinics) in Europe. Besides, and that was why I was standing there on that particular Saturday morning, S.A.D. had a very rare feature: a "Master", whose name was Roman, who specialized also in medical scenes.

I've always been a keen medical fetish patient, and my ideal scene was a male/male scenario in a professional environment... well, here I was.

I had called Roman several days before and I had set up an appointment. He had been extremely professional and very kind and open-minded. I had made clear that I wasn't looking for S/M or for any other kind of punishment/humiliation/pain. I wanted pleasure and relaxation.

Roman had been the first professional I had ever met, who actually took the time to listen carefully to what I had to say. He also asked for an e-mail describing in detail the kind of session I was looking for, and a week to prepare for it. I was impressed. Normally, the professional "dominants" will give you a little time before a session to talk about it... but Roman really wanted to explore every single detail of my scene.

After having read my message, he had accepted me as a patient and had given me address and time of arrival. The session would be three hours long... and this is why I was standing in a sunny street of Bremen on that particular morning.

Suddenly the door opened, and there stood Roman, smiling. He was already dressed in OR- greens (my favourite) and looked extremely professional. He's about 30 years old, more than 6 ft., lean and muscular. Close-cropped hair, blue eyes and a very student-like pair of glasses. He has a very deep voice and a completely relaxed manner.

He let me in and guided me to the office. This is a large room with just a table and a couple of chairs, where clients can discuss the session with the pros. Roman offered me a soda, and we sat down to talk.

I was (as always, the first time) extremely nervous, but he was able to calm me down immediately. The place was very quiet, because, he told me, Saturday is the day off, and we had the place all to ourselves. My fears vanished during our chat, and I became sure that Roman would give me a spectacularly pleasant session.

To help me relax, Roman showed me the whole place. S.A.D. is a very large house, three stories of fetish activity.

On the ground floor there are two very big and extremely well furnished clinic rooms. I was to be treated in the larger of the two, containing a huge examination table (the surgical kind, with wheels) and an automatic gyn-chair. Lots of cabinets, IV stands, instruments enema bags, rubber tubes, etc. completed the atmosphere of the room. Everything was incredibly clean and realistic. The second clinic room was similar, but smaller, incredibly well-equipped.

Roman showed me the first floor, dedicated to S/M plays, with whips, chains, and St. Andrew's cross (you know, the works), the second floor, for rubberists, and the basement, with a large common room and a bar for fetish parties. Every room had a separate bathroom and everything was clean and new... I had never seen such hardware!!

After the visit, we went back to the office, and chatted some more. We went over some minor details and then Roman asked me if I was ready. Feeling my blood-pressure raise suddenly, I said yes and off we went into the clinic.

Upon entering the room, Roman told me to undress completely and to lie, face down, on the examination table for the first part of the session, which was going to be a full-body sensual massage. He left the room briefly and I did as I had been told, looking around and hardly believing my eyes... this really looked like a treatment room in a hospital.

After a while, Roman was back. I was lying face down on the table and I tried to relax. He approached the table, dropped some oil on my back and started a very soft and sensual massage. I felt immediately that he was an expert and that he had had many hours of practice. The touch was extremely delicate and the strokes were light and deep at the same time. He worked on my back for a long time, moving his fingers expertly on the sore muscles of my shoulders, and massaging all around my buttocks. For the first time in ages, I was able to relax and let go. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch of his hands, listening to the new-age music coming from the stereo. I felt his hands slowly working on my buttocks, and caressing my anus. My penis came suddenly alive and I in a matter of seconds I was aroused. Roman's voice awakened me from my dream-like status and, following his instructions, I turned over.

He repeated the massage on the front of my body, still gently caressing my skin, touching and not touching, in a sensual finger dance. I don't know exactly how long I lied on the table (Roman had made me remove my watch at the beginning) but it must have been a whole hour.

He was able to keep me aroused, but relaxed at the same time and completely comfortable and looking forward to the rest of the session. At the end of the massage, he left the room again for a couple of minutes, ordering me to lie quietly and concentrate on my breathing. And so I did, breathing slowly and listening to the music and the silence of the room.

After a while Roman was back again. His deep voice told me to get up from the table and to sit in the gyn-chair.

I sat in the chair, putting my legs in the stirrups. Roman covered me with a sheet, leaving my lower abdomen, genitals and anus completely exposed. The chair was well padded and completely comfortable. I rest my head and suddenly I heard the soft humming of a motor. The whole chair tilted back and now my anus was directly in front of Roman's hands. He sat on a small stool in front of me, pulling near a small cart with lots of instruments on it.

We spoke very little, during the session (we had discussed this and we had found out that we were both quiet guys), but in this case Roman explained to me that he was going to start the anal and prostate work. He smiled and snapped on a pair of fresh latex gloves, squirted some lubricants on his hands and... the best part of the session begun. Roman is an exceptional masseur, and an even better anal/prostate masseur. He massaged the outer part of my anus and then, very gently, inserted a finger. Due to my position, I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but I can tell you it was heaven. It made me think that anybody who doesn't know how pleasurable anal massage can be, is really missing something. Roman combined the touch of both his hands, working on the external and then on the internal tissues of my anus, and the shaft of my penis. I cannot explain his technique thoroughly, because I was too involved, but I can tell you it really felt like paradise. I got rock hard almost immediately... and stayed that way for a full hour. After my anus gave way and got softer, Roman pushed his finger further inside and reached my prostate. Once again combining the touch of both his hands, he rubbed, and pressed, caressed, pocked, prodded until I had to beg him to stop... I was really going to explode, and it wasn't time, yet.

To avoid my climax, Roman decided to give me an enema, and once more he left the room for a couple of minutes, while I relaxed on the chair.

The enema in itself was a very simple business. A couple of quarts of lukewarm water administered from a normal irrigator, with a sterile colon tube. But, before inserting the tube, he once again performed his miracle massage, once again bringing me to the verge of orgasm.

Before I could explode, he inserted the tube slowly, and let the water in.

It was all very slow, pleasurable and relaxing... exactly what I had asked for. The enema was over in about fifteen minutes. Roman let me down from the chair and showed me the toilet, instructing me to take my time.

After I had emptied myself in the huge bathroom (I noticed an extremely large shower and lots of suspicious-looking tubes... just a hint, telling me that there were LOTS of possible sessions!), I went back into the treatment room and again on the gyn-chair.

Roman had snapped a fresh pair of gloves on and was waiting for me with a smile.

I closed my eyes, and prepared myself to enjoy what was coming... the best part of the session!

Once again Roman's hands performed their miracle. Expelling the enema my penis had gone soft, but now I was hard again. I felt fingers everywhere, inside and outside my anus, on my penis, on my testicles. What I remember as the best part of Roman's massage, was a deep prostate touch he performed with one hand, while his other hand was gripping the base of my penis. I never felt any discomfort during the whole procedure and I cannot remember another time where I got this much pleasure from anal manipulation. Roman seemed to know exactly what he must do to bring me on the edge and then ease me down. And on it went, for a whole hour. I lost conscience of the time, and I couldn't say how long I was in that room. I found out later that it had been exactly three hours, as agreed. I was kept in heaven for the whole duration of the session, thanks to the work of those incredible hands, and I repeatedly thought I would pass out from the pleasure. Toward the end, I understood that it was time for me to climax. Roman's hands were pushing me further up the hill, and he gave me less and less time to come down. And then, I got there.

I exploded as I had never exploded before. My legs jerked and my back arched, and I was hit by a wave of such pure pleasure, that I thought I was really passing out. While I was coming, Roman pumped on my penis and pushed on my prostate with more strength and when the orgasm was approaching the end, he still moved his fingers inside me with a vibrating movement that seemed to lengthen my pleasure even more.

I have never experienced such a long, deep and sweet pleasure. When it was over, Roman cleaned the mess I had done, spurting white semen all over the surgical sheet, while we talked quietly.

He then let me go to the bathroom, where I showered and dressed.

After some more talk, we said our good-byes, and I was back on the street... dreaming about my experience.

... next time I'll go and see Roman, it's going to be 4 hours session!

NOTE:

If anybody's interested in knowing something more about ROMAN or S.A.D., please feel free to contact me directly at:

amreck@hotmail.com

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Helping Out a Friend

Immediately after graduation from college I was hired as part of an installation team for a large international company. The company was in an expansion program, building new plants in all major markets of the world. The teams were small, each specialized in the installation of specific hi-tech manufacturing equipment. We were normally put up in small efficiency apartments in residential hotels from two weeks to three months. The plants were usually in the far extremities of a major city, so several rental cars were provided for our transportation to and from the plants and for after hours use. The hour each way every day provided extra sleep time in the morning and conversation on the return after work so the driving chore was rotated among the group.

Gary was a recent graduate from a major University in Texas, and had been married during his University years. Unfortunately, shortly after graduation his wife had a miscarriage and psychological problems that ended in a very hostile separation and divorce. Gary still had feelings for her, so he didn't protest the divorce and gave up everything. He was a typical, personable Texan, free spirited and liked by everyone.

Gary and I had crossed paths on several jobs and on this particular one we ended up in the same car. The usual routine was for the group to gather at a nearby bar for a couple of cold ones before breaking for dinner and the evening. Neither Gary or I were heavy drinkers, so we often would split early and go on to dinner and then maybe shoot some pool or bowl. On a couple of Sundays we went on some typical tourist tours and another we went to native market and bought native handiwork to take home as souvenirs. Over the weeks we discovered we had considerable things in common and developed a budding friendship.

One afternoon at quitting time, it was Gary's turn to drive and he asked that someone substitute for him that he had had a nagging headache all day and felt kind of blah and his guts had been growling at him and he wanted to sleep on the trip to the hotel. I jokingly commented that my old grandmother had a cure, guaranteed to fix all of those problems.

Gary came back with, "So did my Mom, it was called an enema." Everybody kind of chuckled, and he added, "but, you know, they were probably right, that usually took care of it."

That was all that was said and he curled up in the corner of the back seat and tried to sleep without much success. He kept twisting and turning trying to get comfortable all the way back to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel and were starting to walk across to the bar, he said, "You go ahead, I'm not going over there tonight and I don't know as I want dinner either, I'm going to get some sleep for awhile."

I told him I hoped he felt better soon. Then I went on to say, when I took this job with all the traveling, my old grandmother was very concerned and she assembled a "Survival Kit" for me. It had all the usual stuff, and of course her answer to antibiotics, a fold up, tuck away, travel enema bag. I hadn't used it, but if he wasn't feeling better and wanted to give me a call, we could try it out on him. He said, "I'm going to try to get a little sleep, but if I don't feel better later, I just might take you up on that."

I went on to "happy hour" and just grabbed a hamburger at the bar for dinner and went back to the hotel. About 8:00 o'clock the phone rang and it was Gary. "I'm still feeling punk, so if your offer is still open, I guess I'm ready to take you up on it." I told him it was and to come on up.

I started digging around in my suitcase for the "Survival Kit" and just found it when the door buzzer announced Gary's arrival. "I've been down there for two hours trying to get some sleep, I don't know if it was something I ate that upset me or what?"

"Well, come on in and we'll see if we can fix you up. After you called I got the kit out and was in the bathroom getting it ready, why don't you go in the bedroom and put your clothes on the chair, while I finish up in the bathroom."

The little travel pack enema kit was surprisingly complete with a few tetrapaks of liquid soap, a small tube of KY Jelly, some finger cots and a card of detailed instructions. I assembled it according to the instructions and emptied a tetrapak into the bag and filled it up with quite warm water. I wrapped a towel around the whole thing except the hanging hook, grabbed another bath towel and went into the bedroom.

Gary had taken off all his clothes except his white athletic socks He was sitting on the edge of the bed and gave a apprehensive look at the towel draped apparatus as I hung it from the robe hook on the back of the closet door next to the bed. I pulled the covers back and spread the bath towel over the bottom sheet and motioned that it was ready. He laid face down with his head on his hands on the pillow. He shifted around a little to get comfortable and said, "I haven't had one of these since I was in the hospital having my appendix out about ten years ago."

"That's about how long it has been since my grandmother gave me the last one," I said.

I rolled the finger cot on and squeezed a little dab of KY on it, then laid my hand on his butt and tried to spread it. It was as hard and tense as a rock, I said, "Come on, relax I didn't figure on having to wrestle you for it."

He kind of laughed and immediately his buttocks yielded to my pressure revealing his little pink anus and some stray reddish hairs. "Gonna give you a little lube job," and as I touched his anus with my finger it instinctively tensed up. I moved my finger around it and shortly it relaxed enough for me to insert my finger about half an inch then I twisted around a little and it allowed me to enter and lube it thoroughly.

"There that didn't hurt did it?"

"Nope,"

"OK then I guess, here we go." I smeared a little KY on the nozzle and again spread his buns apart and placed the nozzle tip dead center on his anus. The nozzle was a combination rectal/vaginal thing about 6 inches long with a phallic shaped knob on the end that was about an inch in diameter.

Again, on first contact his anus contracted to a tight little pucker, but I held the nozzle tip against it with a little pressure and soon it yielded and allowed the tip to enter and once passed the muscle it slipped in smoothly until it disappeared completely up in him.

"The card says to leave it in you for a minute or so to let you become accustomed to it before proceeding."

"To heck with the card, go ahead." The hose clamp had a tapered slot to allow you to vary the amount of closure on the hose, so I opened it only about one third of the way and I could then feel the hose warm up as the water started to flow. When I released it the nozzle began to slip out, so I slipped it back in and held it with my fingers up between his buns. "Let me know if it hurts or gives too much pressure."

"You bet I will."

"Everything alright so far?"

"Yeah."

I looked down and felt sorry for him lying there with that wicked nozzle up in him injecting soapy water. With my free hand I began lightly rubbing his back and shoulders, and he said, "That feels good."

"The back rub or the enema?"

"The enema is making me feel warm inside, but the back rub is good and relaxing."

"When we finish, I'll give you a regular rub down."

"That would be great, then we can swap and I'll rub you down."

Several minutes went by and the enema continued to run and was almost down to the last few ounces. "How you doin buddy? You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm OK, feeling a little full, but not uncomfortable, its got my insides nice and warm."

"It's just about done, then you should try to hold it for a few minutes. The card says to leave the nozzle in place to help hold the enema in."

"I don't think I need it, but OK, whatever."

Five minutes or so went by and we chatted about this and that. He said he was feeling better and I filled him in on the tits that were discussed at "happy hour" and finally I decided it was long enough. "OK, lets get that thing out of you and let you go and get rid of all that gut wash."

"I'm ready."

The nozzle slipped out easily until the knobby end got to the muscle, then there was some resistance and I eased it out slowly to allow his anus to close behind it without dribbling. As he was getting up I got a quick glimpse that he had a big hard on, so without commenting, I handed him the towel. He didn't bother to put it around him, but just held it in front, while he hurried to the bathroom. I closed the door behind him and took the enema bag to the kitchen sink to rinse it out and get it ready for the second go around.

"That sure got rid of a lot of stuff that wasn't doing me any good!" he said, coming out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around him. "I feel a lot better except my butthole feels like there's a red hot poker stuck up in it."

I told him, "That's the soap burning you a little, we'll wash that out of you with the next couple of bagfuls."

He responded, "OK if you say so."

"Well, that's what the card says anyway."

I clarified, "Now this time on your back." He flipped off the towel and tossed it to me and proceeded to take his place on the bed. I went into the bathroom and re-filled the bag with just clear, nearly hot water.

When I returned to the bedroom he was laying face up on the bed with his hands behind his head, naked to the world. It dawned on me that I had never seen him totally naked before. His body was lean, firm and athletic. His penis and balls were nicely proportioned, cleanly circumcised, and was surrounded by a mound of bright red pubic hair. I was surprised at the red body hair, but I should have expected it since he was a real carrot topped red head.

As I was hanging the towel covered bag on the closet door, I caught him stealing a look. He said, "You don't have to hide that thing any more, I'm cool with it."

My reply was, "The towel is not to hide it, it is to keep the water warm, you said you liked it hot."

I rolled on another finger cot and lubed it. "Now this time, you are going to need to pull your knees up and spread them a little." His balls were hanging down into the anal area so I cupped them with my left hand and raised them up out of the way and at the same time, without resistance, slipped my lubed finger full length into his anus.

While I was working the lube around inside, I felt a little stirring in his ball sack. I withdrew my finger and quickly began to work the end of the nozzle into his anus. To my surprise it slipped in easily without the expected resistance. I took hold of the nozzle where it connected to the hose, slipped it in full length and held it in place, fully inserted. I released his balls with my left hand and they slipped down and rested on top of my right hand holding the nozzle. "OK you can let your knees down now if you want to."

He did, trapping my hand down holding the nozzle between his legs. I released the clamp on the hose to about the same volume that had been comfortable for him before.

"Mmmm, I'm beginning to feel warm inside already," he murmured quietly.

"Your balls are nice and warm on my hand under there too," I quipped.

"Yeah, and I think it is stirring some instinct too." I looked down at his penis and it was almost like the enema was inflating it. Heartbeat by heartbeat it was enlarging and stiffening. It ultimately raised up off his flat belly at about 45 degrees and was aimed precariously at his face.

"I think there is something down here that needs attention."

"Not me, I'm a big boy now I don't do that any more."

I threw the hand towel over it and we both kind of laughed and nothing more was said about it.

After a few minutes passed he said, "I'm getting a little pressure, could you stop it for a couple of minutes?"

I said, "Sure," I could feel his anus tightening as I pinched the hose off. I added, "Let me know when it lets up," and started lightly rubbing his chest and stomach with my free hand.

After a minute or so he said, "It's OK now you can let it go again," Still holding the nozzle up in him, I let up on the hose and let the flow continue. His anus was still tense on the nozzle and I suspected that he was feeling full. I told him, "breathe deeply if you are feeling full, it is almost done."

He nodded and began breathing deeply and commented, "I don't think I'm going to hold it very long after it's done this time." Shortly there was a little sucking sound as the last of the water left the bag and ran down the hose. I didn't waste any time clamping off the hose and motioned for him to raise up his legs and again I held up his balls while I withdrew the nozzle. Then I tapped him on the back of his leg and said, "Go". He grabbed the hand towel, swung off the bed and headed hurriedly to the bathroom.

The third round was pretty much the same, with him lying face down, head buried in the pillow. I rubbed his back and shoulders with my free hand while it was running, and when it was done I went over him with a vibrator, back, shoulders, butt, thighs and calves. When I was done, I spread his butt and pulled the nozzle out. "I guess that's long enough, go to it!" and he again hurried into the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom, I asked, "How ya feelin?"

he said, "Great, my guts aren't growlin any more and my headache is even gone."

I responded, "Well then, I don't think you need another one."

He came back with, "you're the doctor." I told him to lie down on the bed and I'd finish up his rub down.

He complied and added, "OK, and when you finish, I'll give you one."

"One what, enema or rubdown?"

"Which ever, one or both, you name it," he quipped.

"I'll be happy with just a rub down, if you feel up to it."

"I will, I'm all relaxed and back to normal again."

I rubbed his shoulders and arms, palms of his hands, chest , abs, tops of his legs and the bottom of his feet. Then went over him again, except the bottoms of his feet, with the vibrator. He was totally relaxed, except for his raging hardon. I wasn't sure if he was asleep or not, but I went into the bathroom and rinsed out a washcloth In hot water took it in and draped it over and wrapped it around his penis, then took ahold of it and squeezed it lightly and began to work it up and down. to my surprise after only a few strokes, it pulsed several times and emptied into the cloth. He still hadn't moved or said anything, so I wiped him off with the warm cloth and rinsed it off in the sink.

When I returned to the bedroom, he had turned on his side and was curled up, sleeping comfortably. I didn't wake him for my rub down, but just covered him up and let him sleep. I went out into the living area and watched TV and fell asleep myself. The Star Spangled Banner woke me and I went to the bedroom, and crawled into the other side of the bed. During the night I awoke to find his arm over me and him curled up against me. I understood, what it was like to be alone in a foreign country and it felt kinda good.

The next morning was Sunday and no work , so I hadn't set the alarm, but I was awakened by the smell of coffee perking and bacon frying. I went out to the kitchen to find the table set for breakfast and Gary doing the cooking in his skivvies. He said, "I hope you don't mind, I just thought after all your efforts last night the least I could do was fix breakfast."

"I don't mind at all, that's great, but if you think that is going to take the place my rub down, forget it."

"You are still gonna get your rubdown, I'll even throw in an enema or two."

I retorted, "I'll just settle for the rub down."