« never. Never ever. I will never poop » again;.
Thoughts were confused, cringed, giving way to more and more space in the whole body of pain. I wanted to freeze from pain and not move, it filled the whole body – and at the same time it seemed that the whole body was reduced, it disappeared – only a small part of the rectum remained, torn by pain from a huge piece of feces passing through it.
« I will never transfer this again. Better not poop at all. What to endure. I can’t stand it. I will die now ».
It seemed that the whole outside world ceased to exist, nothing was heard, nothing was visible – so Sasha listened to what was happening in his body, he peered – it seemed to him that he saw himself from the inside – in what was happening now there, below, below. Time stopped, more precisely, it seemed endless. From the moment when he felt something stirred, he had voted in him, urging him to go to the toilet, only about half an hour passed, but it seemed to him-this is an eternity. After all, he still did not immediately understand what he was trying to tell him by this uncomfortable inconvenience his body – familiar to constipation and laxative, Sasha did not go to the toilet for a long time and did not really remember the feeling of calling. However, something happened today-and although he only took a laxative and kakal four days ago-even if he would not like, but still a certain number of dense little lumps he managed to get out of himself-although all (for Sasha-for Sasha-Total!) four days, Sasha did not expect the need to go to the toilet today.
Perhaps tomorrow or even the day after tomorrow he would drink laxative and calmly went to the toilet. However, something happened to his body, and today he suddenly felt the urge. At the first moment, he even tried to restrain himself, but the desire was getting stronger, and he went to the toilet. There he sat down – and realized that the desire is not yet realizing that this desire causes is still very deep in his guts. Therefore, he had to massage his stomach for quite some time, strain and pushing, gradually pushing the feces lower and lower than. However, the closer to the anus it was moving, the more painful it became inside. And now, when a piece of feces, which sensations had ten centimeters in diameter, was already close to the Sashin anal opening – although it has not yet reached it – the pain has already become unbearable.
Finally, the feces approached the anus, and Sasha began to pushing intensely, squeezing him out. It seemed that a piece of feces torn it. The forces ended, and Sasha relaxed, leaning back on the toilet. A trickle of sweat, which performed from tension, glass along the temple. Sasha decided that he could not bear this torture more, and it was time to stop this useless activity – however, when trying to get up and close the anus, he felt that this was impossible – it seems that a huge ball was stuck in the very rear passage, preventing him from closing himself. But this is not all – to his great surprise, Sasha felt his member began to strain, as if the attempts pushed not only the feces in his gut, but also the blood in his rising trembling rod.
Having rested and realizing that there was no other way out, Sasha gathered his strength and began to push again. Each long -term effort, accompanied by grunts and a groan, promoted it only by a millimeter. Probably another half an hour passed, while he managed to squeeze out at least something-now he could touch it with his fingers and make sure that a piece of feces sticking out of his priests, really huge, is hard and dry. Sasha tried to grab his fingers and take out. He partially succeeded, but it turned out that if this method of emptying and does not require severe straining, then it is even more painful for the anus. Nevertheless, he managed to pull out a piece of feces a little more, after which – with breaks and with his last strength – anticipating that the end was already close – he put out, long and strongly, four more or five times. During his last effort, he felt something inside him tensed without his will, and the reflex contraction finally pushed the terrible piece into the toilet. Looking down, he saw a black cylinder, which for some reason reminded the bud of a doctoral sausage-only a short. The end of a long and painful process filled his whole body with bliss, an erection by this moment was already so strong that Sasha was enough for several movements to be violently pouring on his stomach.
Filling out the card, the doctor suspiciously looked at Sashino a face covered with acne after yesterday’s torment in the toilet.
– Do not suffer from constipation?
– No.
– And with diarrhea?
– No, what you.
– Mmm: Strange: and chair every day?
– Well, not everyone: – Sasha came to the doctor for a completely different reason – just needed a certificate – and this interest in his intimate details seemed strange and unnecessary to him. I did not want to lie, but to tell the truth it was somehow inconvenient.
– Well, after three days, four:
– Three four!!! – the doctor’s eyes were widened, he even forgot about what to write on the card. -Three or four-and you say that you have no constipation?! And what, go to the toilet yourself, or how?
– Well: in general: I drink laxative.
– And it helps? Always?
– No, not always, but most often. And if it doesn’t work out-the next day I drink some other.
– And for a long time you live like that?
– Yes, always: – Sasha realized that the doctor would not lag until he got all the details of his life, and decided to tell everything himself in order to free himself faster. – That is, when it was small, I don’t remember, and at twelve my mother from the toilet did not let me out until: I poke. I sat there, then ran away. And on Saturdays she gave me a pill, and on Sunday I calmly.
– That is, once a week?
– Maybe. I don’t remember now. But it seems to me that all the other days I sat there just like that, to no avail.
– It’s clear. And then, now?
– And now I live alone, thank God, no one is following me – when I feel that I have not been empty for a long time, I drink a pill for the night and go to the toilet in the morning.
– Easily emptied?
– Well: – Sasha suddenly remembered yesterday’s nightmare. – Differently. Sometimes it almost comes out, and sometimes you have to push. – The details of the description suddenly made Sashin’s friend come to life and stir in his pants.
– Today we got strong?
– Yesterday.
– Successfully?
– Yes, how can I tell you: no, of course, everything has succeeded, but it still hurts a little. – « A little »It was a strong downpoint. The pain in the anus has never passed since yesterday, and Sasha felt it at every step.
– Let’s get a look. Remove trousers and underpants and stand on the couch on your knees. – the doctor nodded to the couch and chair standing against the wall, and he went to the sink, wash his hands and wear rubber gloves. Sasha did not count on such a turn of events. By inertia, he slowly went to the chair, holding onto the buckle on a belt of trousers.
– Doctor, maybe not? Nothing, it will pass.
– You don’t be afraid, I’ll just look.
Sasha understood that this was only a soothing excuse, but still undressed below the waist and went to the couch. By this time, the doctor was already ready and stood nearby.
– Take your knees. So good. Now lean and leak on your elbows. Raise the pelvis higher. So-so.
– Oh. – The hands in gloves spread the buttocks and froze, apparently the doctor really examined Sashin Anus.
– Do not clamp. I’m not doing anything yet, I just look. True, I don’t see anything good, you know. Your happiness – you have no hemorrhoids yet. But there are cracks.
– And what does it mean? -Sashin voice sounded strangled because of an uncomfortable position.
– This means that you have broken the rear passage, how a woman is torn during childbirth. So you need to be treated urgently.
– How?
– Now: as follows: – the doctor released the Sashins of the buttock. – Do not move.
Sasha heard the doctor walked a few steps, then the glass cabinet door creaked. Then he again went to Sasha and touched his anus-on his finger, covered with glove, there was some kind of ointment. He lubricated around, wiped the ointment into the closed ring of the anus. Removed a finger. Sasha was relieved to think that it was over. However, after a couple of seconds I again felt the touch of the ointment. Cleaned.
– Relax. Well, don’t clamp. I have to lubricate inside.
Sasha stopped squeezing the anus, but he could not completely relax, and when his finger tried to get inside, he came across a complete resistance. The doctor began to be angry.
– I told you what, young man? Well, relax. It will hurt.
– I’m trying to. I can not.
– OK. – the doctor sighed and removed his finger. – Fuck.
– What?! I don’t want.
– Well, get tired, imagine that you need to poke.
Sasha was surprised, but began to carefully pursue. At this moment, the doctor’s finger instantly penetrated his rectum. Feeling this, Sasha regretted again and leaned forward, at the same time and pushing the persistent finger, and trying to slide from him. However, the doctor held him tightly by the shoulders, continuing to lubricate the insides.
– Hush, quieter, do not twitch: then it will be easier for you. I suppose it hurts, but? Well, the same. Tolerate, young man, tolerate.
Now we will lubricate everything there, it will heal.
The doctor sentenced Sasha until he finished.
– Well, that’s all, young man. – the doctor took out his finger slowly and smoothly, to top it off again massaged the anus from the outside and began to pull together gloves. – Dress.
Sasha began to hastily dress. And the doctor, meanwhile, washed his hands, sat down at the table and again began to write something.
– From tonight in the morning and evening you will make an enema, then insert a candle – here is the recipe. And lubricate every two hours, I hope you understand how it is done. Today we have Thursday? Come on Monday, show you. Sasha took the recipe, went to the pharmacy. Having bought candles and ointment, he left the pharmacy, but then he remembered that the doctor said another terrible word – enema. He stopped in indecision, then wandered back to the pharmacy. ENEMA. His mother scared him all his life, but never realized his threats. That is, once, it seems, she put him an enema, about five years old, probably – because Sasha remembered terrible fear, but did not remember the procedure at all. And now he has to do this by the doctor’s order. And the worst thing is that Sasha very foggy imagined how to do it. And what. So you still have to return to the pharmacy and ask them this terrible device.
– You or your child?
– To yourself.
Sasha turned pale and barely rustled this-it seemed to him that a young seller girl was looking at him and sees how he makes an enema for himself. However, she lowered her eyes, called the sum and handed him a bag, the contents of which were bashfully covered with some kind of paper. Sasha put the bag in his bag and went home.
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