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Author's Note: This is a true recount of events from last weekend.
I've always been a kinky sort, so the chance to combine being kinky with being out in a normal public area was a real draw for me.
I was going to a one-day festival in a UK seaside town. These things are notorious for drunken behaviour, but more so for the lack of decent toilet facilities. I decided I'd try and find a way around that this year!
My devices of choice were an inflatable enema nozzle, a urethral catheter and some tubing with one-way valves, a small pump bulb and a tap nozzle. The way I had it connected was the catheter fed to a one-way valve, into the pump bulb and out to the enema nozzle via a T-piece. There was then another pipe coming from the T-piece to a small tap valve. The idea is that I use the pump bulb to pump the urine from my catheter into my behind, taking it as an enema. The exit pipe and tap were to relieve myself if it all got too much.
I started by attaching my cock cage. This has a ring behind my balls that the cock cage then locks onto. At the end of the cage is a hole big enough for the catheter. I feed it through the hole, lube it, and then slide it deep inside my urethra until it's in my bladder. I inflate the retaining balloon with the supplied saline syringe, ensuring it will not come out or leak. The end of the catheter is clipped at the moment, preventing any fluid leak. I push my cock into the cage and lock it in place with a small padlock. The key will stay at home.
Next is the enema nozzle. I'd already had an enema in the morning to ensure there should be no solids that would cause me problems, so I was quite empty at this point. I've replaced the inflator bulb on this nozzle with a normal car tyre-type valve, so that it is easier to conceal and harder to release it. The nozzle goes in and is inflated using a footpump. One press is all that is needed to expand it enough that it's not coming out without releasing the air.
I got dressed, baggy cargo pants, t-shirt and jacket. Before fastening the cargo pants, I put the valve and pump bulb in my pocket, pushing the tubes through the hole there and attaching the one-way valve to the catheter, and the tube from the bulb onto the T-piece. I attach the tube from the enema nozzle to the T-piece, pushing it all together firmly, then dangle the tube with the tap valve down the trouser leg and tucking it into my sock, attaching this to the T-piece too. I zip up the cargo pants and pass a steel cord with loops on the end through the belt loops, finishing with a small padlock at the front that holds the loops and fastens through the zipper. I am now totally stuck in my cargo pants, with the catheter ready to fill my rectum with urine. Again, the key to the lock will stay at home.
The trip to the festival is fairly uneventful, although my cock is straining against the cock cage and my rectum feels nicely full with the nozzle. I drink a beer on the train, starting what will be a long day of fun.
I queue with friends to get into the event and start to worry that they will want to pat me down for concealed weapons or illicit alcohol, but we get through without incident. I can feel the first beer had reached my bladder so I reach into my pocket and squeeze the bulb a few times, rewarding myself with a warm feeling in my bowel as the urine is pumped in.
We carry on drinking, several beers, some WKD, more beers. Each time I feel pressure in my bladder, I pump the bulb, sending the urine into my rectum. After about 5 hours and 8 cans of lager, I'm feeling the pressure from the urine enema. I feel a slight cramp in my gut as it tries to expel it but fails to budge the inflated nozzle. My bladder is fairly full now too as I've not been pumping any more out of it. Looking around, I try to find somewhere to allow me to drain the pipe tucked into my sock to relieve the pressure, just as my friends grab me and pull me into a crowd in front of the main stage.
We end up in the mosh pit at the front, arms up to clap along with the music. I'm being pushed from side to side by the crowd and notice that every bump on my right causes the pump bulb to press a little more urine from the catheter up into the nozzle, increasing the pressure in my bowel. I feel like I'm going to burst but cannot do anything to stop it.
I try to fight my way back out of the crowd, but each step I take results in another bump to the pump bulb.
I finally get out of the crowd with my rectum spasming, my head pounding where my heart is racing. I've never felt so full. I find a spot behind a tent to lean down and try to relieve the pressure, but I find that the tube has become blocked by something, probably some solid waste that was still inside me that the new enema has managed to dislodge. All I can do is try to leave and get home to free myself.
Outside the festival is a long queue for taxis and buses, so I decide to walk to the station. It takes me about 30 min, during which time the pressure is still increasing in my bladder from the beers I've consumed, and my rectum is still trying its best to dislodge the nozzle to expel the urine inside it. Luckily the train is just pulling in when I get there and I fall on, gingerly sitting down for the 20 min journey to home. At the other end, I have another 10 min walk to home from the station.
I get indoors, kicking my shoes off as I enter and, grabbing the keys, head for the bathroom. Quickly unlocking the belt, I strip my trousers and, standing in shower cubicle, unlock my cock cage. I attach the syringe to the catheter and deflate the retention balloon. The cage comes off and the catheter shoots out, followed by a stream of urine that I'm unable to control. I relax against the wall, stroking my cock as it grows, feeling the cramps in my gut from the urine enema. As I start to cum, I bear down, pushing so hard that the nozzle pops out, leaving me gaping wide and feeling ripped inside out, with the enema pouring out. I'm left slumped against the wall of the shower, exhausted and satisfied with my first enforced enema in public. What a way to do it and one I'm sure to repeat!!