It was time, apparently for Bloodworth to make a comment. "I've seen some guys like that part. I guess they're the gay ones, huh?" He chuckled at his own joke. Nobody else did.
"That was uncalled for," Stoney said looking at Bloodworth.
"And inappropriate, Attendant Bloodwaoth," Proctor said.
"Just making an observation," Bloodworth said embarrassed. "Sorry."
"I'll make the observations here, thank you," Hanks said.
Bielford nodded to Dr. Hanks. "Fully inserted, Doctor."
"Good," Hanks said. "Open the tube -- slowly. He's pretty full already. Monitor him closely, nurse. I want no injury to the rectum. This is a fully distended rectum we're working with."
"That hurts," Richard said, lightly banging his head on the gurney mattress.
"It's supposed to hurt, Richard," Hanks said. "Okay, nurse," he said and Bielford, "go ahead."
Bielford open the valve and the warm water began to flow up into Richard's rectum.
"Owwwlllll!" Richard yelled as he felt his lower gut taking the liquid. "Stop, stop!!" More water flowed. "Please, stop!! Owlll!!" Doctor Hanks signaled Bielford to close the valve on the hose.
"If you had used the toilet in your room, this wouldn't be so painful, son," Hanks said. Despite the coolness of the room, sweat had broken out on Richard's forehead and upper lip. He had his eyes closed tightly as his gut began cramping.
"Owwwlll!" Hanks nodded for Bielford to allow more liquid to flow.
Hanks looked around under the gurney. "Slide the potty out here," he said. Hanks was referring to the small portable toilet that he had designed and had made in the reformatory carpentry shop by inmates. It resembled a child's training potty in that it was essentially a cube-like wooden cabinet, which housed a shallow, stainless steel pail. A normal toilet seat with the lid removed was attached to the top. It stood approximately thirteen inches from the floor to the seat. To sit on it required an adult to assume a squatting rather than a sitting posture. The entire top could be lifted off to allow access to the pail. Hanks was quite proud of his design although LID participants would no doubt report that using it was quite humiliating. Bielford reached down and pulled the potty out from under the gurney.
"Owwlll, please, Doc. I really got to go."
"Lie on your left side, son," he said. Richard quickly did as he was told. "Bring you right leg up toward your chest." He said. Richard flexed his leg as instructed and felt immediate relief.
"Ahhhh," he sighed. But the cramping was now replaced by a tremendous sense of fullness.
"Let him hold it a little longer, nurse," Hanks said.
"Yes, Doctor," Bielford said, checking the security of the enema nozzle where it entered Richard's anus. Richard reached down and pulled his knee, flexing his leg further to his chest.
"Please, Doc," he said, his teeth clenched in pain.
"A little longer, I think," Hanks said to Bielford.
"Ohhhh, geeeez, Doc, I can't take anymore. Please."
"Okay, nurse," Hanks finally said. "Let's get him emptied out.
"Get off the table slowly, Richard," Bielford said as he grabbed Richard lightly by the shoulders and helped him turn so that his feet were over the edge of the gurney. "Slowly," he said. Richard was awkward in sliding off the gurney and onto the floor. Bielford placed his hand on Richard's butt ensuring that the nozzle was still firmly lodged in Richard's rectum. Richard put an arm around Bielford to steady himself. His gut felt as though it had ten pounds of weights inside.
Stoney watched Richard's actions, how he depended on Bielford and gladly accepted the nurse's help. He reminded himself that these LID kids were really nothing more than grown children, not quite young men. Most he'd seen -- and he'd seen them all -- were real spoiled brats in his opinion. But this one -- Richard -- had impressed Stoney over the last three days as a decent kid, gone astray. Stoney honestly hoped that the experience Richard was undergoing and about to undergo would turn him from his current one-way ticket to a miserable life of crime and life in and out of places like Lancet Point and worse.
"Owwllll," Richard said as another cramp shot up his gut.
"Now," Bielford said as he led Richard to the potty, "Stand over the potty seat." Despite the embarrassment he now felt with all eyes on him, Richard was anxious to put an end to this discomfort and he willingly spread hos leg and centered his butt over the potty. "Squat down further," Bielford said as he reached for the tip of the nozzle just protruding through Richard's anus. He slowly withdrew it.
"Hold it as long as you can, son," Hanks said. In his awkward position, in a semi-squat over the pail, Richard tried to squeeze his anus as tightly closed as he could but the pressure was too great. The water inside him began to trickle out despite his efforts. Some spattered loudly on the floor. Some could be seen running down his upper leg.
"Sit, sit, sit," Bielford said, pushing lightly on the top of Richard's head. Richard gladly lowered his butt onto the potty seat. Just then the enema and an accumulation of three day's worth of fecal material was noisily expeled from his ass. It took several long humiliating seconds. But the release immediately relieved the pressure and cramping.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Richard sighed loudly. His enema was over.
"Just press down, son," Hanks said. "Let's expel it all." Richard looked up at Hanks almost pleading the doctor to put an end to this humiliation. "Push it all out, son." Richard pushed downward and yet more water went into the pail.
"That's it, Doc, honest." Richard said almost on the point of tears.
"Just stay there, son. We're in no hurry." Dr. Hanks was in no hurry but Richard was. Five people were looking at him. And as they stood watching, Richard's sense of humiliation grew even stronger. He would remember this aspect of the LID Program for quite a while.
Bloodworth cleared his throat loudly. "If it's okay with you, Warden, I'll just wait right outside."
"I'd prefer your remain," Proctor said.
"Right," Bloodworth said.
"Okay, Richard, you can stand up now," Hanks said. "Just walk over there and begin your shower." Hanks pointed to the shower stall. "You're to leave the shower curtain open."
"Yes, sir," Richard said. There was no sign of a chip on his shoulder now. He was "pliable" as the Lancet Point psychologist would have said.
"Empty that," Hanks said to Nurse Bielford. "Then supervise his shower, if you would, please."
Bielford went into the small toilet and emptied the pail. He came out of the room and went to the shower stall. Richard had already begun to soap himself. Bielford knew from experience how Hanks wanted the shower done. He knew what Hanks meant by 'supervise his shower'. Bielford reached in the shower stall and turned the water off. He took the wash cloth from Richard and soaped it. He then began rubbing the cloth over Richard's neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, genitals and legs.
"Turn," Bielford said and as Richard turned, his butt and back facing Bielford and the room, Bielford vigorously rubbed Richard's back, then his buttocks. He slid the wash cloth between Richard's buttocks and rubbed, making certain to soap the boy's anus and the back of his scrotum well. "Rinse," Bielford said and everyone watched as Richard rinsed, turning around completely, letting the water flow over his body. Bielford turned the water off and put a towel on the floor. "Dry," he said and handed Richard another towel. "Everywhere," he added. Richard quickly dried himself, dropping the towel on the floor. Bielford went to a cabinet and withdrew a thin, standard issue, Lancet Point bathrobe with the words 'Lancet Point' across the back in large letters. Richard had been issued an identical robe along with his other reformatory uniform clothes and underwear his first day but the Protocol dictated he wear a new one now.
"Shorts and T-shirt only," Hanks said as Bielford held the robe waiting. Richard quickly slid into his uniform-colored briefs and pulled the T-shirt over his head. Bielford helped him into the robe. Richard tied the waist string.
"We've emptied your bowel, son," Hanks said. "How about you bladder. If you need to urinate -- even a little -- this would be the time to do it." Richard said nothing but was staring at Hanks with a look of contempt. He resented Hanks' condescending tone.
"You should pee if you need to, Richard" Stoney said.
"I don't need to," was all he said.
"Okay," Stoney said, holding out the handcuffs. "These go back on now. Hands behind your back."
Richard's sense of embarrassment now changed to a sense of dread. The paddling and switching were next. It would hurt, he knew. How much he didn't know.