Adam lay in his hospital bed and gazed bleakly at the ceiling. This was turning out to be the very worst Christmas of all – appendicitis, of all things, had stricken him down a couple of weeks before the festive season. He had endured stoically the ritual humiliations, the rectal examination and being shaved by a grinning male orderly who had added insult to injury by saying that it didn’t really matter if the razor slipped because a Catholic priest had no particular use for that appendage. Adam had tried to explain that he wasn’t a priest, he was just a student who wouldn’t take the first step into Holy Orders for several months, but the man had just scowled at the attempt to spoil his joke.
Adam looked up as one of the nurses came into his room – the young, pretty one that caused him so many problems when she smiled at him, and even more when she bent over and the white cotton of her dress stretched tight across her butt and outlined the brief underwear that she obviously favored. He reached under his pillow for his rosary beads and immersed himself in the mantra as she fussed around tidying his bed.
Eve sighed to herself. She wasn’t used to being invisible, even less used to a twenty-two year old man who deliberately looked away whenever she entered the room. They sure did a good job in that seminary – hell, the guy was probably a virgin. What a shocking waste of curly hair, a cute face and a well-muscled body, not to mention the very considerable endowment that sat between his legs.
“Can I get you anything, Father?”
He seemed to make a real effort to halt the beads that were slipping through his fingers.
“No, thank you very much nurse. And I’m not a priest – I will be ordained as sub-deacon next Easter – I’m just plain mister so far.”
“Sub-deacon? Sounds like a navy rank!”
He laughed for the first time.
“I suppose it is really. You get to wear a tunicle – that’s like a dalmatic, but only one stripe for a sub-deacon.”
Eve hadn’t the slightest idea what he was talking about – it must be one of those robes.
“So then you’ll be able to say mass and things?”
“Oh no – next I have to become a deacon, then finally a priest. That’s a long way down the line yet.”
Eve leaned forward to plump up his pillows and saw the beads accelerate again. So she was having some effect on him!
Adam leaned back as Eve left the room, closed his eyes and pictured the fires of hell. He sighed in relief as his erection subsided and wondered just how soon they would let him out of this place of temptation.
Adam was devout in his faith and rigid in its observance. Eve was right in her surmise that he was a virgin, but she would have been astounded to discover that he had never even had a voluntary orgasm – just the reluctantly accepted things that happened in his sleep, and even those had given him several crises of conscience and resulted in prolonged sessions in the confessional and regular cold showers prescribed by his spiritual director. He shivered as he remembered them – the instructions had been clear, no matter what the time he was to leave his bed and stand under a spray of cold water until the desire subsided.
Eve went back to the nurse’s station and consulted Adam’s chart. He was to be discharged the following day – Christmas Eve – after removal of his sutures. She made sure that she assisted the doctor in that particular procedure – god, the man had a beautiful body. What a waste! She waited until the head nurse was on her tea break before she recovered Adam’s clothing – she giggled as she discovered what priests wore under their black suits – antique styled vest and pants in thick, prickly cotton. All part of keeping them away from temptation – surely no guy would ever voluntarily reveal those garments to a girl!
Only Sarah was on duty with her when Eve prepared the enema. Sarah giggled.
“You aren’t going to give the reverend one of those, are you?”
Eve chuckled.
“I reckon he deserves something to remember me by! His reverend butt is going to get a right holy scouring.”
“But nobody has ordered an enema. All you’re supposed to do is check that his bowels are working before his discharge.”
“And so they will be. I hope he enjoys the discharge too!”
They both giggled conspiratorially. Unauthorized and non-recorded enemas were reserved for two classes of patient – those whose pomposity irritated the junior nurses and those who were so cute as to be irresistible. Adam fell into the latter class – like the nineteen year old that Sarah had lusted after the previous month.
Adam looked up as Eve pushed the cart into his room.
“Good afternoon, Reverend. I’ve brought your street clothes for you.”
Adam sighed happily. He would finally be rid of the embarrassment of his hospital gown and armored inside the black suit that defended him against the world. Eve stripped the cloth from the cart.
“There’s just one final procedure…”
An awful feeling crawled over his entire body as he saw the enema bag hanging from the short pole attached to the cart. Adam curled his toes and clenched his fists to keep himself from passing out. He had concluded as time went by that he would at least be spared this ultimate humiliation. Panic made him cast his eyes wildly around the room.
“Is that necessary? Is there a male orderly who could do it?”
Eve suppressed her grin.
“I’m afraid it is necessary – we can’t have you opening your incision by straining, can we? There isn’t a male orderly available, I’m afraid, but don’t worry – I’ve given many enemas. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Adam wondered if he should just refuse. Then the years of training in obedience to authority asserted themselves. With a sick feeling in his stomach he reluctantly nodded his assent.
Eve gave him one of her blinding smiles.
“I’m glad you’re going to be sensible about this. Now if you will just lie on your left side and draw your knees up to your chest, we’ll get it over with.”
Adam offered up his feelings of embarrassment and humiliation to lessen the suffering of the blessed souls in Purgatory as he obeyed the instructions. Judging by the magnitude of his agony of anticipation, there should be several dozen of them in heaven tonight!
“Try to relax. This may feel a little uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt.”
Eve gazed at his muscular butt – ten out of ten on the turn-on scale – as she pulled on a thin latex glove and dispensed a generous bead of lubricant on to her index finger. She gently eased Adam’s butt cheeks apart and located the small, puckered brown orifice. The stories about gay sex in male residential institutions were obviously false – it was in prime condition.
Adam yelped with surprise as he felt something cold touch his most intimate part then subsided, feeling foolish, as he realized that it was just lubricant. He felt the finger move round in small circles, rubbing the slithery stuff into sensitive tissue. He slowly relaxed – actually it wasn’t totally unpleasant.
Then he panicked and scrabbled underneath his pillow for his beads. The sensation had changed from merely neutral to something that was producing a wholly unwelcome effect – he felt his member stiffen and he gasped at the intensity of the spasms of stimulation that were shooting through his genitals. He frantically started to tell his beads, wondering just how on earth he was going to get access to a cold shower….
Eve felt the tickling between her legs increase and the warmth of the juices that were starting to saturate the crotch of her panties. Her feelings intensified at the sight of the bulge that originated near Adam’s anus, continued through his scrotum and vanished between his legs. Her finger detected the effect of the stimulation as his anus dilated involuntarily in response to the massage. She bit her lip in suppressed desire as she lined up the digit….
Adam somehow managed not to scream. The beads dropped from his nerveless fingers and rattled on the floor as every muscle in his body responded to the incredible stimulation of a slim, female finger slowly inserting itself into his anus. This hadn’t happened with his rectal examination – all he had felt on that occasion was cold shock as a fat male finger was rammed home. He gritted his teeth as he thought of cold showers and hell flames in a vain attempt to drive out the sexual devil that was invading his fundament. Then he slowly relaxed as it was withdrawn – the beads of sweat on his brow stopped forming and he could breathe again.
Eve reluctantly removed her finger before something drastic happened – she could feel internal muscles grasping it tightly, starting the slow build-up to orgasm. Time for that later…..
Then Adam did scream – more of a hoarse rasp in actual fact – as the warm, flexible finger was replaced by a short, rigid length of plastic. The contrast in sensation was incredible – if anything, the inanimate object was even more erotic than flesh and blood. It lay there, an object of menace, rigid and immovable, preparing to eject its cargo of liquid into his bowels. He felt himself tense in anticipation, not knowing what to expect, fearful of losing control….
Eve undid the clip on the tube and felt it pulse under the sudden increase of pressure. Boy – this guy was hypersensitive! She watched as the muscles of his butt tensed, outlining their hard structure while strangled grunts echoed around the small room. Then it happened – his muscles tautened to their fullest extent, a long, strangled moan forced itself through his throat, then the tension was released in a welter of the muscular spasms and animal grunts that signified an intense orgasm.
Adam perceived a blackness at the periphery of his vision as he lost control of his body. It felt like the muscular contraction was tearing his heart asunder, breathing was out of the question, and he felt himself gripped by an indescribably intense wave of pleasure, greater than he had ever imagined could exist. His penis had a life of its own – as the unbearable tension finally snapped, it pulsed and spasmed, ejecting a warm, viscous liquid that spread over the front of his gown while he vainly sought the mechanism to halt the flow.
Eve felt a warm sense of triumph as she clamped the tube and withdrew the nozzle. At least the poor inhibited guy had gotten something from his hospital experience – from his reactions it was obvious that orgasms were a rare experience for him.
“All over, Reverend. Let me help you to the bathroom.”
Adam was rooted to the spot as the full horror of his behavior slowly percolated into his brain. He was disgraced, humiliated, unworthy of his calling. His seed had been spilled, it was saturating the front of his gown and spreading over the itchy stubble of the new growth of pubic hairs. Worse, it had happened in front of a woman, one of the noble creatures spared the misery of male sexuality, the pure vessels of procreation, never to be abused for mere sexual gratification. He jumped as he felt a gentle slap on his buttocks.
“Come along, Reverend. Before we have a nasty accident.”
“I can’t. I’m…polluted.”
The agony in his voice plucked at Eve’s heartstrings and she felt both guilt and sympathy for Adam. He sounded like a ten year old who had peed his pants, not a soon-to-be sub-deacon. She gently forced him to stand up and moved him towards the bathroom.
“Don’t be concerned, Reverend. That sometimes happens to male patients – it’s not your fault. You couldn’t control it, so there’s no need to be ashamed.”
Adam felt guilt ebb away. It was permissible for intimate touching to take place, even for feelings to be experienced, as long as they were incidental to a necessary procedure. He was doubly relieved to hear that what had happened was common – that annulled the responsibility. It was just one of those exceptions to the general rule.
“Empty your bowels, then take a shower and dress in your ordinary clothes please.”
Eve fled. Her own emotions were threatening to overwhelm her. She disposed of the enema equipment before anyone saw it, then closeted herself in the staff toilets, tearing at her genitals as she worked herself to the orgasm she had been suppressing.
It was dark when the head nurse finally picked up Adam’s chart and looked accusingly at Eve.
“Is this patient still here? Why hasn’t the doctor signed him out?”
Eve’s heart sank. In the urgency of relieving her tension and the gentle glow of satisfaction afterwards, she had completely forgotten.
“I’m sorry…it slipped my mind.”
“For heaven’s sakes, girl, try to concentrate. Get him discharged right now.”
Eve picked up the phone and asked for a page. She couldn’t face Adam, so Sarah dealt with the formalities of signature, wheelchair and the rest while Eve changed into her street clothes.
When she left the hospital, she was surprised to see Adam standing aimlessly in reception.
“Problem?”
He helplessly waved a piece of paper.
“I’ve missed my bus. I’m trying to get through to the college but nobody is answering the phone – they’ll all be in chapel by now.”
“Where were you intending to go?”
“Home. I don’t want to call mom or dad though – it’s five hours driving in each direction and they’re not expecting me for another three days. I don’t want to drag them out in this weather. I’m trying to find a hotel for a couple of nights.”
She burst into laughter.
“Well – it is Christmas. No room at the inn! What about your college?”
Adam pulled a face.
“There’s only the permanent staff there and they don’t associate with students. I could probably get a bed, but they really wouldn’t be pleased to see me – a hotel will be better if I can find one.”
Eve’s heart went out to him. He looked so pathetic, an orphan of the storm with nowhere to go. And he was cuteness personified. And it was her fault that he was marooned here.
“Why don’t you come home with me? I’ve got a guestroom, and I’m on my own for Christmas – I would appreciate some company.”
Adam blanched.
“I couldn’t…”
Eve grabbed his bag.
“Nonsense. It’s my Christian duty to harbor the homeless, isn’t it?”
Adam laughed.
“That’s not one of the beatitudes!”
“It is now. Come on – let’s go.”
With a great deal of misgiving, Adam followed Eve to her car – it was either that or lose his bag. She drove in an entirely reckless fashion through streets crammed with traffic, then drew up outside an apartment block.
“Here we are. Come up.”
Her apartment was small and neat with a tiny guest bedroom. Adam felt a sense of relief – his immediate problems were solved. There was, of course, the difficulty in his situation, but he knew that there was no way that he was going to make any move towards his hostess – she would be quite safe from him.
Poor Adam. He had absorbed the principles of a religion that had been formed in a patriarchal society two millennia previously and refined by generations of celibate clergy. The official view of women was that they were essentially asexual clones of the Blessed Virgin, equal to men but with a role of servitude in a family headed by the father. His mind was quite incapable of grasping the concept of woman as sexual being – as long as he controlled his male urges, nothing could happen.
Eve rushed out to do some last minute shopping, leaving Adam to make sandwiches and brew coffee. When she returned, they ate companionably and watched TV until Adam suddenly looked at his watch.
“Where’s the church? It’s time for midnight mass.”
Eve had never been to the ceremony before and she was surprised at its grandeur. The gold robes, the swelling organ music, the ancient chants in Latin and most of all the heavy sweet smell of the incense touched the most basic chords of her psyche by their hypnotic effect. She could feel the warm closeness of Adam kneeling next to her as she was swept away by sheer sensory overload. Adam, more used to the ritual, simply felt peace, love and harmony in the presence of God. Eve, who classed God more or less with Kris Kringle, directed her raw emotions in Adam’s direction instead. What had been a mere idea now became a sexual imperative. She would have this man.
Adam was awakened the following morning by a tapping on his bedroom door which opened to admit a happy, smiling Eve bearing a tray of breakfast.
“Merry Christmas, Adam.”
He stared in embarrassment at the gift-wrapped package that she thrust towards him.
“Oh dear – I have nothing for you, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t let that worry you. Come on – open it!”
The package revealed shorts and undershirt. But not his usual type – they were made from some smooth fabric that slid easily over his hands. He blushed as he saw her watching – underwear wasn’t something to be bandied around in public. Eve smiled.
“I saw you didn’t have a change, and you really should wear something smooth over your stubble and scar.”
“What…what are they made from?”
Eve giggled.
“Silk, of course. Come on – bathroom’s free. Get washed and dressed.”
Adam dutifully showered, then donned the underwear. It felt strange. One moment it wasn’t there, the next it was sliding over his body with the touch of a thousand snakes. They took a walk while the turkey roasted and that only increased the odd feelings that were being produced in Adam’s skin.
They talked after their meal. Adam’s tongue was loosened by the wine he had drunk – Eve had not realized that it was a rare treat in college, served only on holy days – but she appreciated the fact that he seemed more relaxed than ever before.
“Why did you become a nurse?”
Eve blinked.
“Because it was a steady job. Like being a priest – it’s a good meal ticket and someone else provides the uniform.”
That struck Adam as being hilariously funny. When his howls of laughter finally subsided, he was able to ask the question that had been bugging him.
“Eve? You know you have to do all sorts of …personal things. How do they teach you? Do you have to practice on each other?”
His mind formed a delicious vision of Eve on a table in the center of a group of students while one of them, bearing a distinct resemblance to himself, demonstrated the finer points of enema administration.
“You mean do we have to line up for enemas? No way – they have these plastic models to work with.”
“Oh.”
His vision collapsed into nothingness. Of course they didn’t do it that way. It took a while before he continued.
“I don’t know how you can cope with the more unpleasant parts of your job.”
That sent Eve into fits of giggles. Brandy on top of wine had also overcome her inhibitions.
“Oh – you get used to it. I mean, it can be pretty gross if you get an obese old woman with hemorrhoids, but most assholes are kinda cute.”
Adam tried to sound disapproving, but failed lamentably, largely because he was getting round to that way of thinking himself.
“That’s a terrible thing to say!”
“No it isn’t. I quite enjoyed giving you an enema – you’ve got a real nice butt.”
Adam blushed all over. What had been a dispassionate medical procedure had suddenly changed into something quite different. He also felt annoyed – there was something wrong about the enjoyment.
“That’s not fair. If you were going to take pleasure from it, then you should have gotten someone else to do it.”
He could see Eve’s eyes dancing as a grin spread over her face. “All right then. You can give me one. That’s only fair.”
He did try very hard to overcome the temptation, but when Eve reappeared from the bathroom in a flimsy sort of robe and crooked her finger for him to come in, Adam found that his feet sort of moved his unwilling body in her direction. He felt strange as he saw the bulging enema bag hanging from a hook in the wall, but it was an amazingly delicious sort of strangeness. Then the robe dropped to the floor.
Adam was rooted to the spot as he saw a naked female body for the very first time. Thoughts of sin and retribution were cast aside – sometimes the price was worth paying. Eve looked impatient as she held the tube out for him to take.
“Come on – get on with it.”
There was that same peripheral blurring of his vision as Eve knelt down on the floor and presented him with her butt. Adam could not stand – he knelt just behind her and fumbled with the tube of lubricant.
Eve felt the tension building inside her. All of her enemas to date had been self-administered and she suddenly realized that having someone else do it was very different indeed.
“What do I do?”
“Just do like I did.”
She held her breath as she felt the first tentative touch of a lubricant-loaded finger. Eve was no virgin, but all of the boys she had made love with seemed to have had an aversion to that particular orifice. Sometimes, when their fingers had wandered, she had prayed for them to move just a little further, to ease the unbearable itch, but none of them had ever done so and she had been too wary of their reaction to encourage them.
The finger touched, tentatively, gently, almost shyly. Eve sighed in ecstasy and prayed that Adam would take her instructions literally. She gritted her teeth against her desire to tell him to explore further – that would surely destroy the moment. Then the pressure gently increased and finally the finger slid smoothly into her rectum. She groaned as she felt herself on the brink of climax.
“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake – of course you didn’t.”
“Oh. All right then.”
Then the nozzle made a slow, wavering passage, following the route greased by the lubricant, deep into her rectum.
“What’s wrong? Shall I stop?”
Eve clenched her jaw. Of course – he had no idea what the noise signified, did he? She breathed deeply until the power of speech gradually returned.
“I’m fine now. Carry on.”
She came again just as the bag was emptying. Adam watched, shocked, as she writhed and shouted – rude words too – then averted his eyes as she leaped to the commode and gasped with the effort of expelling every last drop of liquid.
“I need a shower. Come on – you’re pretty ripe too.”
Adam could not believe what he was doing as he undid buttons and zippers – his fingers had a mind of heir own, totally beyond his voluntary control. But it was kinda nice sharing a shower. Nobody had scrubbed his back since he was about seven years old.
Somehow, they ended up on the floor of the bathroom, rolling in a mess of towels, hands and lips searching for each other’s bodies. It was when he felt his penis pushing against Eve that Adam panicked and the enormity of his actions came crashing down on his soul.
Eve was ready – more than ready – when she felt him start to push inside her. Then suddenly the pressure ceased. Adam stood up, his erection reduced to a shriveled stump, an expression of anguish on his face.
“What am I doing? This is wrong.”
“Don’t be stupid. This is what people are made to do.”
They dried off and Eve, still horny as a bitch in heat, dragged him to her bed and set to work to restore Adam to full vigor. To her dismay, nothing happened.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to do it?”
“YES! The damn thing just won’t work.”
Eve cast around frantically for ideas. Well – maybe it might just work.
Adam turned face down and wept as Eve left the room. He felt that he was being punished for his casual abandonment of his celibate destiny. It was just so ironic – up until now, his dick had worked just fine when he didn’t want it to – now he suddenly had the opposite problem.
“WHAT?”
Adam convulsed as something invaded his anus. He twisted round to see Eve busily engaged in the initial stages of giving him an enema.
“What? Why?”
“Well – it did the trick last time, didn’t it?”
A combination of memory and stimulation did it. Suddenly he was erect again, filled with the insatiable lust of the young male about to lose his virginity.
Somehow Eve was underneath him, her legs gripping him tightly, her hand holding the nozzle and pushing it hard against his anus. Then he knew just what to do and how to do it…..
When he finally returned from the bathroom, Eve was sitting up on the bed, grinning at him.
“Good one, reverend?”
He grinned back.
“Fantastic. No wonder they don’t want us to find out about it.”
She chuckled.
“I feel like the original Eve. I tempted Adam with a snake and he ate the apple!”
Adam laughed with her.
“You’ve got it a bit wrong there. It was the snake who did the tempting of Eve – and anyway, I cored the apple, I didn’t eat it.”
Suddenly she was dragging his head towards her stomach.
“That’s right! Well, now let’s do it properly shall we….?”
