When Nathan 'woke up' (or at least realized that he had some
conscioness) he knew that something was strange and different. When he
opened his eyes, everything was blurry and out of focus. All that he could
see was light.

	The next thing that he felt was his stomach. He surely had a steam
roller running around in there - if there wasn't several in there. And, it
felt like they all wanted to come out of his guts and out his mouth!

	That agony ranked right up there with the throbbing in his head.
There must have been a bunch of little men with air hammers in there going
after him. Oh! Gawd! Did it ever hurt. Closing his eyes helped a little, but
not much. Why was he in so much pain?

	And, then, there was the matter of his asshole. It hurt! It felt
like he had a piece of shit that was stuck half way in his ass. And, then he
could feel the shit trying to come out. He knew that he needed to get to the
bathroom so that he could shit. If he didn't make it, he was going to shit
right there in the bed.

	His arms were so tired that he couldn't lift them. Maybe he could
raise his legs and roll off of the table. But, they wouldn't move either.

	Where was his clothes? Where had they gone?

	And then he passed out again.
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	When he came to again, it all came back to him - at least what he
had discovered when he woke up before. His head was still pounding, and his
stomach felt like puking, but he didn't have to shit any more. But he could
still feel the piece of shit stuck in his asshole. Why was that?

	And, then his ass and guts filled up again and he had to shit - even
worse than before!

	He tried to raise his head up to look around and it was swimming.
Gawd! He was very dizzy. And, it made his head throb even worse! And, now
his stomach was doing flip-flops. 

	Now he could realize that his hands were fastened to the side of the
table and he couldn't move them. How did that happen? His guts were soooo
full. He had to shit so bad that it really hurt - bad. He could see his
feet. They seemed to be tied to the ceiling. How could that be?

	He tried to get up again so that he could go shit, but he couldn't.
And, his stomach flip-flopped some more. He just knew that he was going to
puke! And, then he couldn't hold the shit any more. It started coming out!
And, it came out. And, it came out. It had started so he just let the rest
of it all come out. He would clean up the bed later. And, then some more
shit came out. He was feeling better. His guts weren't as cramped now. And,
some more shit came out.

	He was feeling better and he relaxed a little. And, then a wave him.
His whole body convulsed. He might have been thrown off the bed if he hadn't
been tied down. His stomach just totally convulsed and he started puking. He
turned his head so that mosr of it went on the floor. Several times he
convulsed and the puke came out. At the same time he was forcing out more
shit. He felt a stream of liquid shit come surging out of his asshole.

	He slipped back into unconciousness.

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	When he 'came to' again, he could feel the piece of shit in his
asshole and his guts were full again. He had to shit real bad. And, then, he
remembered that his hands and legs were tied, and he remembered that he had
puked a little while ago and that he had shit out everything in him - just
before he passed out. He was dizzy and his stomach was churning. What was
wrong with him?

	And, then he puked again. It tasted just like red wine. Why was
that? He rarely drank red wine and he hadn't drunk any in a long time. But,
he was definitely puking up red wine. And, during all of this, his body had
forced out the piece of shit that was stuck in his asshole and the liquid
shit went flying out all over the place.

	He felt water being poured on him but he didn't see anyone. And then
he realized that he was pissing all over himself. He tried to stop the flow
of piss, but it wouldn't stop. Only when his bladder was empty did the
pissing stop. And then he retched and tried to puke, but nothing came up.

	He wished that he would hurry up and die.

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        When he came to this time his consciousness seemed to be sharper. He
seemed to be more aware of what was going on. He was aware of his hands
being tied to the table that he was on. And, he knew now that he wasn't in a
bed, but he was laying on a table. He could see that his feet were tied to
hooks in the ceiling. He could also tell that he was naked, although he had
no idea of what happened to his clothes, or when. His stomach was empty and
so were his guts.

	The past was a kind of a blur. There was a party. Yes, that's right,
he was at a party. Now he remembered that Stan and Mary had a few friends
over to celebrate their engagement. They had lived together for quite a
while and now they were going to get married. Nathan knew Stan from work.
But, he had been over to Stan's a few times on the weekends for various
things. Nathan didn't know all of the people at the party, but there were a
dozen altogether. 

	Nathan didn't normally drink hard liquor and Stan knew this. But, he
didn't have any beer, and Stan had mixed up something that tasted damned
good. Nathan had forgotten how many of those he had drunk.

	Hr thought a little harder and the absolutely last thing of the
party that he could remember was the guests leaving. He couldn't remember
leaving. All that he could remember was shitting and puking. Was this part
of the party?

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	Stan came into Nathan's field of view. Aha! A person to explain
things.

	Stan knew that Nathan was too drunk to drive. Stan knew from his own
experience that an enema would get rid of a lot of the drunkenness and
reduce the hang over. He decided to get Nathan into the basement and do his
buddy a big favor and get him 'un-drunk'.

	Nathan was still a bit mobile and Stan guided him into the basement.
Stan had a table set up there from some other work that he had been doing.
It was a struggle getting Nathan up on the table because he was all passed
out. But, he finally got him up there. Stan struggled and got Nathan's shirt
off. Fortunately, Nathan had only worn a T-Shirt, one that said, "Don't
worry, it only seems kinky the first time." Stan got that off of him and put
it aside. Nathan had worn a pair of sweat pants, so they were easy to slip
down over his dick and down his legs and Stan got them off and put with his
T-Shirt. Now, Nathan was laying there on his back, totally naked and
unconscious.

	Stan got the enema bag out and was mixing the soapy water when
Nathan started moving around. Stan was afraid that he would roll off the
table, so he got some rope and tied Nathan's hands to the table. He knew
that he needed access to Nathan's asshole, so he tied Nathan's ankles to
some beams in the ceiling. With a little tugging, he got Nathan's asshole
down off the edge of the table so that when started shitting that the shit
would go on the floor.

	As Stan inserted the enema nozzle into Nathan's asshole he saw
Nathan's dick give a pulse of pleasure. Even soft, Nathan's dick was bigger
than Stan's. A slight pang of jealousy hit Stan. But, Mary had always been
satisfied when he fucked her. Stan started the flow of the sudsy enema
solution into Nathan's asshole. Nathan never stirred a bit as the whole bag
emptied into Nathan's ass. Stan mixed up another bag of soapy water and
inserted the nozzle into Nathan's asshole again. He started the flow of
sudsy water into Nathan's ass. When the bag was empty, Stan decided that
that was enough. He took out the nozzle. A little of the water started
leaking out. He got a butt plug that Mary had used on him and put that in
Nathan's asshole to keep the enema solution inside of Nathan. He wanted to
get Nathan's guts all cleaned out. He could see that Nathan's lower guts
were quite full, they were swelled up a lot.

	Stan wanted the solution to stay in as long as possible and he
didn't want to leave Nathan alone. He puttered with some other things in the
basement. It was about a half hour later when he heard a 'POP' and then the
splash of water. Nathan was still passed out, but he had pushed out the butt
plug and the watery shit that was inside him had come out on the floor.
While he was dribbling out the rest of it, Stan mixed up a plain water
enema. He wanted to get the soap rinsed out of Nathan's guts.

	He put the nozzle into Nathan's asshole and started the flow. The
bag emptied more quickly this time. This time he put 3 bags of clear water
into Nathan's guts. Nathan's guts were swelled up more this time. Nathan
removed the nozzle and put the butt plug in again. Stan noticed that Nathan
now had a raging hard on. Enemas will do that. He grabbed a ruler to measure
that dick that he had been kind of jealous of when he first saw it. It
turned out that Nathan was one of these guys whose dick is almost the same
size hard as it is soft. It came to six and a half inches. That was the same
as Stan's, but when Stan's dick was soft he could hardly find it. Stan went
back to puttering.

	Stan heard a splashing of water and he looked over at Nathan, and
Nathan was pissing. Between all of the drinks that he had had at the party
and the enema water turning to piss, his bladder was full and needed relief.
The stream of piss went all over Nathan's belly and chest and flowed over
his sides and onto the table. A pool of piss lay in Nathan's belly button.
Nathan's dick was still hard.

	Stan heard a lot of noises. He looked over at his captive. Nathan
was puking! Stan went over and turned his head so that most of it went on
the floor. At the same time, Nathan had forced out the butt plug again and
all of the shitty water was going out on the basement floor.

	It stunk - badly! Stan got out the hose and washed all of the puke
and shit down the floor drain. He got some air freshener from the bathroom
upstairs and sprayed it around. Now it smelled like the woods!

	Something that Stan had always wanted to do was to get a finger
inside of a guy's butt and feel around. He saw this as the perfect
opportunity. Nathan was still passed out and his ass seemed empty. Stan
lubed up Nathan's asshole and his finger slipped right in without a problem.
Of course the butt plug had stretched out the ring around the asshole and
made entry easier. 

	Stan felt a lot of room up in there. It was all empty. As he moved
his finger around he could feel the firm wall which must have been the
prostate gland. Nathan's hard dick moved a little when Stan felt of it. 

	Then Stan heard a faint noise from Nathan's body and then he felt
shitty water come down from his guts and fill Nathan's ass around his
finger. Nathan wiggled his finger some more and Nathan's dick stood up
straight. Stan pulled his finger out of Nathan's ass.

	Stan went about dissolving some Tylenol in an enema bag of water.
When he had it all ready and got back to Nathan, Stan saw that Nathan had
pushed out the shit that he had felt when his finger was in there. Stan
inserted the nozzle and released the flow. The bag emptied quickly and Stan
put the butt plug in again so that the medication would get absorbed. 

	Almost as soon as he had done this Nathan started puking again. Stan
grabbed for the butt plug to hold it. Nathan puked up a little water, but
for the most part it was the dry heaves. A little of the medicine pushed
it's way out around the butt plug, but most of it stayed in. Nathan's whole
body had been spasming through this and his dick had not been any exception.
It was hard and it looked like it was trying to cum.

	Nathan finished puking and he seemed to pass out again. Stan took
out the butt plug. It had been in for about 15 minutes. He put his finger in
there again. He could feel the firm prostate against his finger. He could
feel the water in Nathan's ass around his finger. He rubbed the prostate a
few times and Nathan's dick was definitely interested in that. 

	Stan pulled his finger out. He went over to the work bench and he
found a piece of tubing. He took that over and put it in Nathan's asshole.
What was left of the medicine water in Nathan's ass came out of the tube and
drained Nathan's ass.

	As Stan took the tube out Nathan pissed again. Nathan's body was
sure working well, even though he was passed out. The enema water was being
converted to piss and his body was getting rid of it just like it was
supposed to.

	Now, Stan was curious. This was a lot of new ground for Stan. He had
done some kinky things with Mary but he had never done things like this with
a guy. He had heard that you could make a guy cum by massaging his prostate,
and Mary had played around with his prostate sometimes. It felt good, but he
had never cum this way. But, Nathan still had a hard on and he seemed to be
needing it.

	Nathan seemed to be all done puking. The enema solutions had all
come out - one way or another. Stan had seen the occasional movement from
Nathan's body. Nathan was starting to come out of it.

	Stan made his decision. He lubed his finger again and put it in
Nathan's asshole. Nathan reacted a little to this intrusion. Stan started
rubbing the prostate. Nathan's dick was getting harder. The prostate was
getting harder. The area inside of Nathan's asshole was shrinking and
suddenly Nathan was screaming and his dick was shooting cum all over his
body. 

	Stan was excited. He could make a guy cum just by playing with his
prostate. Of course, enemas were erotic for a lot of guys and he had gotten
Nathan really turned on. He hadn't known that a guy could be unconscious and
still orgasm, maybe that was just Nathan.

	Nathan had passed out again. Stan got busy restoring everything. He
cleaned up Nathan and untied him. Nathan was stretched out on the table and
Stan was washing down the floor when Nathan finally came around. Nathan was
now sober enough to drive home.
	
	When he asked Stan what had happened, Stan told him that he had had
too much to drink that that he had been in no condition to drive home and so
he had let him lay down here and sleep it off. When Nathan asked why he was
naked Stan told him that he had wanted to be undressed. Nathan asked about
somethings that he remembered seeing and feeling, like being tied up, and
Stan convinced him that he had been drunk enough to hallucinate these
things.

	Stan helped Nathan get dressed and showed him the way out to his
car. It was mid-morning. Nathan felt really great this morning. He was
starving but he would fix that as soon as he got hom. He could tell that he
wasn't drunk, and he didn't even have a hangover. His body was all relaxed,
he didn't have to shit, piss, or anything. But, he couldn't understand why
his asshole hurt a bit. He must have taken a helluva shit during the party.
It must have been a great party. It's too bad that he couldn't remember it!