Midsummer's Night Medical Fetish Fantasy

One unsuspecting guest signed in for a week of rest, relaxation and for medical treatments for his chronic flatulence. The resort's clinic was well equipped with a special "flushing" room, used for enemas, colonics and other rather messy treatments, which had a cool tile floor with a slight slope which flowed toward a large drain in the corner of the room. It was always kept spotlessly clean and germ-free with chlorine washes. However, one evening when this guest arrived for his treatment, the room was eerily dark and no sign of his enema nurse. He stood alone in the corner near the drain trying to locate the light switches. Suddenly, he felt a tug on his bare foot (he was in nothing but his patient gown and robe), then he fell backwards on the cold, hard tile floor. He still could not see what was going on, but he could feel his robe being pulled off in many directions, as if there were six or seven hands pulling from different locations. He then felt his wrists being bound by something soft, possibly the belt from his robe. His legs were suddenly splayed far apart and secured to the water pipes. Everything happened so fast he had no time to react or fight off whatever it was that had control of him. Then his mouth was held open by a metal device  which was fastened behind his head with buckling leather straps, so he couldn't spit it out. A neck brace was then wrapped around his neck, keeping his head immobile while he stared upward into the blackness. By now he was frantic. Where was the nurse who was suppose to be there giving him his treatments? How was all of this happening? Who or what was doing this? How will this all end?

While his brain flooded with panic and questions, his anus was being flooded with warm water... the enema nozzle inside of him was inflated and holding in the gushes of water so rapidly that he again, had no time to assimilate what was happening to him. Just as quickly as the water flooded in, it stopped. He laid there breathing heavily through his nose and his gaping mouth. He was shaking and cold, yet he could feel an engorged erection. "Oh great", he thought. "That's all I need now!" Instinctively, he knew... it was to be the next target of attack. He felt his hard penis being grabbed and ice cold wrappings being applied all around it. It was painfully shocking and in seconds he was completely flaccid again. Then a cool sliding sensation penetrated down into his urethra. He had never experienced anything like it, almost like chilled urinating in reverse. Then it was pulled backwards, up and out of the urethra which gave him a momentary shock of pain. He felt his erection again, and pleaded with himself to try to lose it somehow... think of baseball, think of ANYTHING, just get rid of that thing. Too late, the silent "entities" jumped on the opportunity to tease and torment his erect penis. They wrapped it tightly in something that felt like gauze, and added a vibrating device which finally proved to be too much for him... there in his anguish, panic and fright, he was having one of the most exquisite orgasms of his life. He collapsed into sleep or unconsciousness, he wasn't sure which, and awoke when the enema nurse switched on the lights. 

The next morning, he went to see the resort's psychologist, after not sleeping all night. He needed to tell someone what he believed really happened to him, not just a dream, but if he was having hallucinations, the psychologist will have the answers to what may be happening. He gave the full account of the "incident" to the psychologist, who sat quietly in her large leather chair listening to him. When he reached the part of waking up with the nurse switching on the light, he turned around to face the doctor and asked, "Well? Am I dreaming, hallucinating or having some sort of nervous breakdown?" She thought for a moment, took off her glasses and leaned forward as she spoke, " What you have experienced may or may not be a figment of your mind. It is difficult to say what is real and what is not, sometimes." He was even more perplexed with her answer. "Can you be more specific? I need to know if I need to be working on more than my flatulence problem, Doctor!" She smiled and explained that the phenomena he experienced did not mean he was crazy or "losing it", but just may have been a component of a deep rooted fantasy which he subconsciously repressed due to sociological mores. These fantasies were most likely "released" by the sights, sounds and smells of the "flushing" room. "But the lights were out!", he blurted. "True, but you did see the room earlier in the week when you walked through the resort tour upon your arrival here, correct?", she pointed out. "Oh, yeah..." He was answering her, but for some reason he was not convinced this was the explanation he wanted to hear. She assured him that he was fine and that the "incident", as he preferred to call it, will most likely never happen again. She escorted him out of her office, smiled and shook his hand. 

After he was clear of the building, the Doctor went back to her office and opened a file cabinet. There she added his file, in with the rest of the files labeled: Midsummer Night Dreams. Despite the reassurances she gave to the patient, even she was still unsure of what really happens on these warm summer nights at the resort. Most of the events documented in the files over the years were quite harmless, nonetheless very disturbing to the poor patient. Sometimes a bewildered guest ran screaming from his or her room at night, only to have the reassurance from the staff that it was nothing more than a dream or a figment of their imagination. It was truly odd that no one on the staff  was ever effected personally by the phenomena. Yet, they all have their own theories about the "paranormal" happenings that seem to haunt the health resort during the midsummer nights. Most of the staff, doctors and nurses included, believe that the woods which surround the compound are inhabited by tiny Nurse Fairies who love to play tricks on the guests. This anomaly occurs only one or two weekends during the midsummer. And then just as suddenly as the strange events occur, they disappear... only to return the following year around the same time.

If then true lovers have been ever crossed,  It stands as an edict in destiny:       Then let us teach our trial patience,     Because it is a customary cross,                      As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs,              Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.                                       -William Shakespeare                                        "A Midsummer Night's Dream"