Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Deep Clean

"So, how are you feeling now?" Aiden asked, once we'd showered and gotten into pajama pants and T-shirts.

"Oh my God."

"You keep saying that."

"Aiden, I feel fantastic. Thank you. That was fucking incredible."

He raised his wine glass, and I clinked it with mine. A couple of crusts with burnt edges were all that was left of the pizza in the open box on the coffee table.

"That was incredible fucking," Aiden said. "I'm still feeling it."

"You don't know how much I needed that," I said.

Aiden gave me a soft look of sympathy. "I think I have some idea, Fletcher. And I'm glad to help, in any way I can."

Aiden was sitting on the softest part of the sofa because he was a little sore. I couldn't imagine why, although it seemed my cock had something to do with it, since he kept calling it names like ‘battering ram' and ‘torpedo'.

"You're going to give me a complex," I said.

"Because I'm complimenting the size and power of your cock?"

"Is that what you're doing?"

"It's what I'm trying to do."

I gazed at him with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Just the right amount. And I'm glad I'm sore, so I can remember this while I'm making you crawl for me in the Bordello tomorrow."

At those words my mouth went dry, even though I'd just swallowed more wine. "Oh damn."

"Curse all you want, because tomorrow, your ass is mine—and all the other parts of you."

He waggled his eyebrows.

"Well, I can't fucking wait," I said, and we clinked our glasses again.

* * * *

We slept together in the guestroom, after I changed out the comforter for a clean one. Aiden seemed to get why I didn't want to use the main bedroom with him yet, and I appreciated his understanding. The dogs were a bit confused, but Cocoa was always with me at night, so she fought Aiden for space in the bed, and Eddie slept on Lucy's bed, which was his favorite spot when she was away. By ‘fought' I mean she pretended to cuddle and pushed him over.

"Sorry. She's been a huge comfort to me, especially at night."

"It's fine, Fletcher. I'm happy to share you with her." He narrowed his eyes in the darkness. "Only her, though."

"Noted…and, same."

"Noted." He grinned.

In the morning, he insisted on making pancakes, and I enjoyed watching him move around my kitchen in his boxer briefs, more than words could express. The ghost of Daniel was there, but his appearances in my memory were less disruptive and more hopeful now…as if he was making sure I was okay. And I wanted to remember. Because our life had been wonderful.

After we'd walked the dogs, Aiden wanted to pop back home, so we went for a stroll by the canal and popped into the Lansdowne Farmer's Market, then stopped for a light lunch at Joey's. TD Place was always interesting and afterward we went through Old Ottawa South and stopped for gelato at Stella Luna. Then I thought I'd better restrict my food intake if we were planning an athletic visit to the Bordello later.

I hooked a finger with Aiden's as we walked.

"Do you want me to do a whole preparation thing before we go tonight?"

Aiden glanced at me with a twinkle in his eye. Then leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Are you asking if I want you to douche?"

"Yes," I said, a light blush hitting my cheeks. It had been a long time since I'd prepared this way.

"Hmm. Good idea," he said. "Or even a proper enema."

He glanced at me, and I stopped walking. Daniel and I had never gone that far.

"Um…" I said.

"I can help you."

I looked at him.

He continued. "I have all the gear at my place."

"Wow. You are full of surprises."

Aiden shrugged. "I did two years of nursing school before deciding it wasn't the career I wanted."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I decided if I was going to be paid very little for a lot of effort I'd at least get two months off over the summer."

* * * *

We went back to my place around four to walk the dogs. They'd be fine until we got home after Maverick Molly's.

I'd already seen the rest of Aiden's apartment. The kitchen was tiny and the bathroom barely adequate, but the living area was a decent size, and the view onto the grounds of the medieval-looking museum was even better from there. The ancient architecture of the place charmed me.

"How did you swing a top-floor apartment?" I asked. There were four apartments per floor, and the top level was great, because you didn't have anyone living above and the views were the best.

"I answered an ad in the Centretown News for a guy subletting it. Then when his lease was up, I renewed it myself. It's a sweet deal."

I stood in the doorway of the kitchen while Aiden moved about in the small space, preparing a meal of fish, rice and green beans that tasted like it was from a gourmet restaurant. We ate at the small wood table by the wall in the living room. Twinkle lights surrounded the huge windows, which were draped with sheers, and the Turkish rug and humble furniture gave the place a casual, bohemian vibe.

When we were done, he told me to stay there while he disappeared into his bedroom. I gripped the edges of my chair, wondering how embarrassing this procedure was going to be. I'd never had an enema. But I had looked up some very kinky videos on the internet, so I kind of knew what was involved, and how such an act of tender caretaking could be sexy. But I was nervous. It was such an intimate thing to share with someone.

Aiden took something into the bathroom, and I heard water running. He came out again after a few minutes and went back to the bedroom, holding what I assumed was the enema bag.

"All right. I'm ready for you. Come on."

I got up and made my way to the bedroom.

There were towels laid down on the bed and an IV pole standing beside it. Aiden hung the enema bag on a hook and glanced over.

"I need your bottom half to be bare. It's up to you if you want to be completely naked or to keep your shirt on…"

"Huh," I said, "My upper half is not what I'm worrying about right now."

I stared at the steel IV pole with the enema bag full of water hanging there, the tube held closed with a clamp and the nozzle looking particularly foreboding. I'd had a lot of things in my ass but never something so utilitarian. The little applicator on the douches barely counted, although that was closest.

"Nice setup. Very professional."

"There's even a plastic sheet under the towels…just in case."

My face reddened. "Oh my God."

Aiden reached for the enema tube and showed me the nozzle attachment. "This is actually an inflatable plug."

My eyes went wide. "Oh."

"It will help you retain the water. And it's only warm water. I haven't added anything else to the mixture."

"Do…do people add other stuff?"

"Well, a nurse might have to add medication, right? Some idiots put coffee in it. Whatever floats your boat, I guess." He shrugged. "I like to keep things simple."

"Well, you're a prince," I said with sarcasm.

"Take off your pants, Fletcher."

"Fine. Yep. Sure," I said, my breathing ramping up. My fingers trembled as I pushed down my trousers and boxer briefs.

"Oh, I like that look. Keep your socks and your T-shirt on."

"Really? You think this is sexy?"

"I think you're sexy. And, yeah, you look vulnerable, and that's sexy for a dirty Dom like me. More so, I think, than if you were completely naked."

"Yeah, okay," I said. "Can I call you Nurse Aiden?"

It was a joke, but the way his eyes lit up…

"I'd love it if you would."

"Wow. I mean, I guess I could."

"Maybe it will be easier for you," he said with a playful smile. "Now, I want you on all fours on the towels."

I stared at the bed. I looked at Aiden.

"Um."

"There's no reason to be nervous."

"Easy for you to say."

"Trust me. I know what I'm doing."

"That isn't really the issue."

"Well…you can safeword."

We stood there looking at each other.

Aiden shrugged. "I'm not going to force you."

He walked over to the IV pole, wrapping his fingers around the steel and rolling it closer to the bed.

"Unless you'd prefer it if I did."

My gaze flashed to his.

"Unless I—what?"

"I just think that, maybe, if I make you believe it's something you have to do for me, it will be easier." He smiled. "I want to make this as comfortable for you as I can."

I gave him a skeptical look, and he laughed.

"Fletcher, get on the bed. I told you how I want you."

I choked on a gasp, because that was exactly what I needed—Aiden telling me what to do in his stern, Dom voice. I could pretend that I didn't want to submit to this humiliating ordeal, when in actuality, my heart was beating fast, my cock was hard and my brain was short circuiting.

I got on the bed, the plastic sheet making a strange noise as I arranged myself on all fours and stared at the white towels beneath me. They looked clinical and practical, and I thought that maybe I could do this.

I felt hot all over. Why was I so fucking turned on? Even though I'd watched the videos of other men experiencing this, until now I hadn't understood the appeal.

As if he knew what I was thinking, Aiden piped up.

"Just so you know, lots of people have an enema kink, though few would admit it."

"Huh," was all I could say. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing.

Aiden's gloved hand rested on my ass cheek. "Just wait until this lovely warm water starts going in."

"Oh my God," I whispered.

"Spread your legs, Fletcher."

I swallowed thickly and moved my legs apart. Cool lube dripped onto my back and drizzled down the crack of my ass. I shivered. Then Aiden's gloved fingers were there, spreading the liquid around and teasing me, making me gasp with illicit pleasure.

"Fuck, I love doing this to you," Aiden murmured.

"You have some weird hobbies."

Aiden laughed. "You have no idea."

He sank a finger into me, and I groaned at the invasion—and at the feeling of being an object that needed to be cleaned…emptied.

"Really? No idea?" I said, my voice quavering.

"All right. Maybe some ideas."

He used his gloved finger to prepare me, turning it this way and that, moving it in and out.

I tried not to groan as pleasure sparked.

He withdrew it and patted my behind.

"Good. You're ready for the inflatable nozzle."

I don't know why the word ‘nozzle' sent a burst of desire through me. I'd always had a thing for sticking objects up there—or having other people do it. But the word was so clinical, and my horny reaction so forbidden and perverse, it made it ten times more enjoyable.

"I've used this before—don't worry, it's been fully sanitized—and it's a little tricky to get in. But that's the fun of it. Once it's in, it's a dream."

"Some dream," I said.

Aiden laughed.

The floppy nozzle, wet with lube, poked at my hole. Aiden's fingers fumbled around, pushing and sliding on it.

"It's too flexible to go in easily."

"It's okay, Nurse Aiden. I trust you," I said, wondering if he might not be able to do it and we'd have to rethink this whole routine.

"Okay, here we go," Aiden said, as the slim rubber tube pushed in. He slid a finger in beside it in order to get it to work, then kept pressure on it and slipped his finger out.

"There we go," he said. "Hold it there."

I clenched my sphincter, so it didn't slide out.

"Great." Aiden's gloved fingers held the tube steady, and he used his other hand to pump the bulb that inflated the rubber.

"Oh…fuck," I muttered as I felt the plug nozzle expand.

"Feel good?"

"Oh…yeah. Jesus."

It did feel good. I shuddered a breath.

"Oh, yes, you like that," Aiden said, tickling my balls and scooping his gloved, lubed hand under my cock. He played with me while the plug nozzle expanded more.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered, then moaned as Aiden twisted the inflated rubber tube.

"Yeah, that's working now. I'm going to start the warm water."

I made a small sound.

"You okay?"

"F-fine."

In a moment, I felt the warm water inside my body.

"Still okay?"

"Yes, Nurse Aiden."

He stroked my cock with his gloved fingers again, up and down, down and up, then fingered the tip, where fluid was leaking.

"You really like this."

"Shut up."

He chuckled. "But how can I contain my excitement?"

"Nurse Aiden…"

"How fucking dirty are you, Fletcher, that you need me to clean you out like this?"

I gasped at the words he used and felt my cock swell even more.

"So dirty. Filthy. Fucking f-filthy," I stuttered.

Aiden stroked his fingers along my perineum, making me groan and shift position.

"Such a dirty slut, letting me clean you out like this," Aiden murmured, the cheerful tone of voice belying his perverse words.

"Oh my God. Stop," I whined.

"Stop what?"

"Talking about it like that. It's…so hot. Why is it so hot?"

He sat down beside me, one hand still on the enema tubing. "Because you know you're a dirty slut, and you know what's going to happen later. You know why I'm doing this."

"Yeah."

"And also, you like having your ass filled. It's as simple as that."

"Huh."

"This is going to take ten or fifteen minutes, so I'm going to ask you some questions."

I swiveled my head, giving him a look that said ‘Really?'

He'd made me feel so vulnerable, and now he wanted me to talk? While he was filling my rectum with warm water?

"So. I know you like bondage and being played with…and impact play."

"Mmm. All of that."

"I want to use toys on you tonight. Plugs and big beads and things. Anal play."

"Yes, Nurse Aiden."

"Like, some serious anal play."

"Not…not huge toys."

"All right. Not huge. But…big?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes, Nurse Aiden."

"I had Sebastian send me the catalog of the things they have available in the Bordello, so I could do some planning."

Wow. That was…unexpected.

"You did?"

"Yes. Is that all right?"

"Sure. Good thinking."

"How are you feeling? The water's almost gone."

"Full. Fine."

"You look so good, with a tube running into your perfect ass."

"Thank you, Nurse Aiden."

"Can you roll over?"

"Um, I think so…"

"The plug will make sure there's no leakage."

Moving was interesting. The water sloshed around in my guts, and I felt a cramp here and there, but nothing terrible…yet.

I found myself lying on the bed with my legs close together, my cock a divining rod of desire. I was so fucking hard.

"Oh fuck, yes," Aiden said, climbing onto the bed. "My sweet Fletcher, full of water and hard as a fucking rock. Look at you!"

I gave him a glare. "You're enjoying this way too much, Nurse Aiden."

"Guilty," he said, with a grin.

He smiled with the utmost wickedness as he circled my cock with his gloved hand and leaned forward.

"Oh no. No…" I protested but once his mouth was around my cock, I could only gasp and make a frightened sound as pleasure coursed through me. The inflated plug felt huge, and a gut full of warm water gave the sensations of getting head a huge boost.

Aiden hummed, and the vibrations traveled along my spine, sending tingles and reverberations through my liquid insides.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I panted, trying to stay on top of everything. The sensation of being blown with a gut full of warm water was like nothing I'd experienced before.

Aiden gripped the base of my cock and sucked hard, making me crazy. This wasn't going to take long, which was probably a good thing. I hoped the inflated plug worked well, because if not, my orgasm, when it came, would result in a horrible and humiliating event—and multiple cleaning bills.

"Nurse Aiden, please…please…"

He popped off my dick. "What?"

"Are you sure this plug…will keep…everything in?"

"Pretty sure," he said.

I gaped. "Pretty sure?"

"That's why I've got the towels and the plastic sheet," he said, before bending to suck my cock again.

I yelled out, my gut starting to ache and the plug feeling as big as a municipal dam.

"Oh my God…"

Aiden seemed oblivious to my distress or uncaring of the consequences—or he had faith in the inflated plug. Sure, he'd put towels down, both on the bed and the floor, but there was a lot of water inside me. And a lot of…other stuff…

"Aiden, fuck. I'm gonna…I'm gonna…"

"Come?"

"Yeah…but I might…I might…"

"If it happens it happens. We'll deal with it."

I started to protest, but Aiden jerked my cock in time with his sucking, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Any worries about soiling the bed and embarrassing myself left me. I came so hard, filling Aiden's mouth with my jizz, my ass clamping down on the plug with so much force I couldn't believe it stayed in.

Once the pleasure began to wane and my body went all wobbly, I felt the intense pressure of a full bowel needing to be expelled.

"Nurse Aiden! Nurse Aiden!" I said with urgency, sounding ridiculous and like a bad actor in a porno.

"I know."

Aiden detached the other end of the nozzle tube from the IV stand and handed it to me. "You can walk with the plug in so you don't expel until you get to the toilet."

I grabbed it and held on to it for dear life. This plug was the only thing standing between me and the ultimate humiliation. I wasn't even sure I could walk—and not just because of the gut full of water from the enema. The orgasm had been intense and unexpected, and my knees wobbled as I made a desperate dash for the bathroom.

Luckily, removing the inflated plug was easy and everything happened as it should, in the safety of the bathroom. It wasn't until I'd finished and was basking in the ultimate sense of relief that I opened my eyes and realized ‘Nurse' Aiden had followed me down the hall.

"Close the fucking door! Jesus Christ! This isn't a fucking floor show!"

His laughter echoed in the space before he carefully shut the door to give me some privacy, but only after I'd caught the look of unadulterated glee on his handsome face.

For fuck's sake. What had I gotten myself into?

When I'd finished on the toilet, I took a shower to make sure I was clean everywhere and also to delay appearing before Aiden. I felt embarrassed and massively humiliated about the entire procedure, but I couldn't say that I regretted it.

There was a knock on the bathroom door while I was toweling off and trying to figure out how to announce my reappearance.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I think so."

"All clean?"

I leaned my forehead on the door. I'd hung up the towel instead of putting it around my waist. What was the point of covering up when he'd seen everything already and we'd just had such an intimate experience together?

"Aiden, I'm so embarrassed," I said through the door.

"But, why?"

I couldn't help but smile. Aiden was so matter-of-fact about sex and kink and nudity and…medical procedures.

"You saw me… You saw me…on the toilet. You know." I couldn't say shitting myself. I just couldn't. But that was what I meant. Nobody had ever watched me do that, not even Daniel.

"Ah, I see." I heard a thump and figured he was leaning with his back against the door now. "Would it help if I said I don't care? Bodily functions are not something that gross me out. I probably would have made a good nurse."

"You would have, absolutely. Why did you switch?"

"Honestly? Mostly just the job, the hours. You know, not being respected by doctors. Having to work those twelve-hour shifts. Having to do all of these intimate procedures for people who'd take it for granted, for hospitals that didn't pay enough. I don't know."

There was a pause.

"Are you coming out?" he asked.

"I haven't decided."

"Do you want to cancel our booking?"

"No. Absolutely not."

"All right. Then get out here and get dressed, so we can drive to Molly's and I can strip you again and do all kinds of wonderful, dirty things to your beautiful, clean body."

I laughed, feeling better.

"Fine. You promise not to think any less of me?"

"Fletcher, I actually think more of you for letting me take care of you in that way. There's nothing better. I loved everything about that."

"Huh," I said. I girded myself and turned the door handle, hearing a noise indicating that Aiden had moved from his leaning position.

Aiden stepped back as I pulled open the door, and he smiled, beckoning me into his open arms.

"Come here, you."

I went there, and he enfolded me in his embrace, nuzzling my neck and nosing at my ear. "You're beautiful, you know—even bent over with a tube up your ass."

I laughed, feeling my cheeks get hot.

"It's actually really fun embarrassing you," he admitted.

"I knew it! You totally get off on that, Nurse Aiden."

"Yeah, well, so do you."