I looked at my watch and realized that it had been almost 25 minutes since we checked in at the front desk. It was beginning to look like this doctor’s office was just like all the others. They all want you to arrive early but then they make you wait long past your appointment time. Our appointment was at 8:30 in the morning, so it’s hard to believe that they’re already running behind schedule.

“I sure hope they call me back soon,” Jim said, “I’m already tired of waiting.”

“I know dear,” I replied, “I am too.”

My name is Mandy and Jim is my dear husband. Jim is here to receive a life insurance physical and me; well I guess you could say that I’m here for moral support. You see, we’ve been married for about 5 years now, and we recently decided that it was time for Jim to take out a life insurance policy. He’s a very responsible guy, and I think he wanted to make sure I would be alright financially if anything ever happened to him. For the most part it was his idea, but I thought it made sense.

Jim signed up for a fairly substantial life insurance policy, the kind that requires a physical exam. And not just one of those simple exams that are done at your own home by a paramedical technician. This policy requires a full physical exam. And that’s why Jim is here today. I came along for two reasons. First, Jim is not really that fond of doctors. He will do just about anything to avoid going to one. He had a full physical around the time we got married, and I nagged him to have another one about 2 years ago. But he absolutely hates the thought of seeing the doctor, especially for a physical exam. So when he found out that the policy that he wanted required a physical, he almost canceled the application. But I was able to change his mind.

I said there were two reasons for my presence here. The second reason is that I absolutely love medical exams. I look forward to my annual exam with my gynecologist each year. I guess you could say that I have a bit of a medical fetish. Not only do I enjoy receiving an exam myself, I love thinking about my dear husband receiving one as well. On the two occasions when Jim did have a physical, it was all I could think about for days. I barraged him with questions about the exam. What did the doctor do? How far did he have to undress? What did it feel like? Was he embarrassed at all? All sorts of questions like that. I wanted to hear about every last detail of his exam, and I wished that I could have been there myself to watch.

So as long as I was accompanying Jim to the office, I offered to go the extra mile and come back with him to the exam room, just for moral support, of course. He didn’t agree at first. It took just a bit of convincing on my part. I explained to him that since he is usually nervous at the doctor’s office, it might be better for me to come along and help answer any questions. And I also explained to him that watching his exam would make me extremely hot. Jim knows that I have a thing for medical exams, even though we don’t incorporate it into our own play. He finally agreed to let me watch his exam when I promised to make it worth his while afterward! And so here we are, waiting to be called back for his physical.

It is a very busy office and there seems to be a constant flow of new patients arriving and checking in at the front desk. From our seat in the waiting room, we can hear most of the conversations as new patients check in.

“It sounds like everyone is here for the same thing: A physical exam,” Jim said.

“It sure does,” I replied, “but that makes sense since it is their specialty.”

I handed Jim the pamphlet that I read when we first arrived. It was a one-page sheet that described the office and their medical practice. They described themselves as a multi-specialty occupational medicine practice that specialized in workman’s compensation cases and life insurance examinations.

“Oh, that explains it then,” he said as he took a quick look at the pamphlet. “I guess they should be pretty good at it if all they do is physicals,” he continued. “I wonder if the exam will be any different than what I’ve had in the past?”

“I’m not sure dear,” I replied as I reassuringly took his hand in mine. “I’m sure it will be nothing at all. You’ll do just fine.”

I’m sure part of Jim’s apprehension was due to the fact that he’d never been to this doctor’s office before. In fact, neither of us had ever heard of this place until we received the letter from the insurance company. The letter simply provided Jim with the office location and told him when to arrive. It didn’t even name the doctor that he would be seeing, so I assumed he’d just see the next one that was available. It also said that Jim should be fasting, so that’s probably another reason why he’s a bit cranky this morning. Just then the inner door to the waiting room opened.

“Daniel Schneider,” called a young twenty-something nurse as she entered the waiting room.

“Right here,” replied a young man sitting across from us.

Jim and I both watched him as he got up to follow the nurse out of the waiting room. He was younger than us, probably in his mid-twenties and looked like he worked out all the time. You could see that he had muscular arms and a nice muscular chest as he walked past us. Once he passed us, we had a nice view of his backside which was clothed in appropriately tight and well-fitting jeans.

“My, my,” I whispered to Jim, “he sure looks healthy. I wonder if they’ll let me watch his exam instead of yours.”

Jim looked at me and frowned. “Stop that Mandy,” he said. “You should just be happy that I’m letting you come back with me.”

“I’m sorry dear,” I whispered in reply, “I am really looking forward to watching your exam. But you know I just can’t help myself. I can’t help wondering what the doctor will be doing to that nice young man in just a few minutes. I’m just dying to see my very first male physical exam.”

“Well, if everything goes according to plan, you’ll get to watch my exam in just a few minutes,” said Jim in response. The inner door opened again and a much older nurse entered the waiting room.

“James Johnson,” she called.

“Well, that’s us,” Jim said as he stood up and walked toward the nurse. I got up and followed a few steps behind Jim.

“Can I help you?” asked the nurse as I stood next to Jim.

“I’m Jim’s wife, Mandy,” I answered, “I’m coming back with him.”

“Oh, are you sure that’s alright with you, Mr. Johnson,” she asked turning toward Jim.

“Yes, that’s right, I’d like my wife to come back with me,” he replied.

“Very well, please follow me,” said the nurse.

We follow the nurse down a short hallway and then turn the corner into a much longer hallway. As we walked down the hallway we passed exam rooms on both sides. Some of the doors were still open and the rooms were unoccupied; some had the door open and fully-clothed patients sitting on the exam table. Still others had a closed door. I wondered what might be taking place behind those closed doors as we passed them.

We stop at an exam room about half-way down the hallway and the nurse instructed us to enter. It’s a very large exam room, larger than I’ve ever been in before. It has the typical setup of an padded, adjustable exam table in the middle of the room, a counter and sink positioned on one side of the room, and a couple of cheap plastic chairs on the other side. The room is equipped with its own scale and eye chart and there is also an adjustable light that is attached to the ceiling directly above the exam table. Next to the scale I noticed a set of portable wooden stairs against the wall. One unusual feature of the room is that it is equipped with its own toilet located at the far end of the room. It seems as though the room is equipped with everything that they need to complete an exam without going to another room.

“Please have a seat on the exam table, Mr. Johnson,” ordered the nurse. “And you can have a seat right here,” she said to me, pointing to the plastic chairs.

I sat down while Jim climbed aboard the exam table. I could tell by the look on his face that he was starting to get nervous.

“I’m Nurse Wilson — Caroline Wilson,” said the nurse, “and I’ll be completing the preliminary part of your exam today. You’ve been assigned to Nurse Goodell who will complete the hands-on portion of the exam. You’re here for an insurance physical today, is that correct Mr. Johnson?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Jim responded.

“Alright then, I see that you already completed the medical history forms and I’ve got a copy of your identification that you provided when you checked in.” she said. “We’re very careful about checking identification here. You wouldn’t believe how often we catch someone trying to cheat on an insurance physical. I also have the paperwork that was sent over by your insurance company. Each insurance company requires a slightly different exam, so give me a minute to look over their forms and familiarize myself with their requirements.”

Nurse Wilson stood at the counter reviewing the paperwork and making a few notes in Jim’s chart. She seemed to be fairly old — in her late 50′s if I had to guess. She had a medium build with dark hair and appeared to be in good shape. From her demeanor you got the feeling that she was all business. She was in control and she knew it. But she seemed pleasant enough. I looked up at Jim and gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back, but looked very nervous.

As she continued to read the insurance paperwork, Nurse Wilson addressed Jim: “My, my, you must have applied for a fairly large insurance policy Mr. Johnson.”

“It’s substantial, but I don’t think it is excessive,” answered Jim. “Why do you say that?”

“Well,” continued the nurse, “based on the forms that they sent us, your insurance company requires a very thorough exam.” At that moment, I saw Jim’s face turn pale as if all of the blood had run out of it.

“But, I’m sure you have just a basic exam that you perform on everyone, right?” Jim asked.

“Well, no, I’m afraid not, Mr. Johnson,” Nurse Wilson answered. “You see, the insurance companies contract with us because we have a reputation for following their directions exactly as requested on the exam forms. We’ve earned their trust over the years and they know that we’ll do whatever they ask. So, we are contractually obligated to use the forms that they provide as our guide. We always perform all aspects of the exam exactly as they have requested on the forms.”

As she was talking, she looked directly at Jim and smiled. Jim was looking down toward the floor, avoiding eye contact.

“Yes, we always provide a thorough exam for all of our patients,” she continued, “but in your case, the exam will be just a bit more thorough than usual. But please don’t worry about it, Mr. Johnson, I’m sure you’ll pass your physical without any problem at all.”

The nurse continued talking directly to Jim as if I wasn’t in the room. “However, if I may suggest, you might want to reconsider having your wife in the room. You see, I’m afraid that parts of the exam might be a bit embarrassing for you, and perhaps for her.”

I immediately spoke up, not wanting to lose my chance to witness Jim’s exam. “I think Jim would be more comfortable if I were to stay, isn’t that right dear?”

I looked directly into Jim’s eyes as I spoke, as if to send him a “don’t you dare make me leave” message. Jim looked back at me and smiled.

“That’s right,” he said to the nurse, “I’d actually prefer to have Mandy here, even if it might be embarrassing.”

“Well, that is entirely up to you,” answered the nurse, “I can only make the suggestion. It is your decision.”

“Well then,” said Nurse Wilson, “let’s get started.” With that, the nurse approached Jim as he sat, still fully-clothed, on the exam table.

“This goes under your tongue,” she said as she inserted an electronic thermometer into his mouth. She took his right hand in hers and then looked at her watch as she recorded his pulse and respiration rate. As she was recording this in Jim’s chart, the thermometer beeped, signaling that it was ready to be read. She retrieved the thermometer and read it aloud.

“98.7, that’s normal,” she said as she recorded it in his chart. Next, she retrieved a blood pressure cuff and began to place it around Jim’s right arm.

“Can you pull your sleeve up for me a bit?” she ask. Jim used his left hand to pull the sleeve of his shirt out of the way. Nurse Wilson placed the BP cuff around his arm and then placed the stethoscope in her ears. After placing the bell of the stethoscope on Jim’s arm, she pumped up the air in the cuff. After a few brief moments, the blood pressure reading was complete and recorded in Jim’s chart.

“We need to check your vision now, Mr. Johnson,” said the nurse. “Can you please stand on that line over there?”

As she spoke, she pointed to a line that had been taped to the floor. Jim got up from the exam table and stood on the mark as directed, facing an eye chart that was attached to the back of the door.

“Cover your left eye, please,” the nurse ordered, “and see if you can read the second line from the bottom.” Jim read the random letters of the eye chart without a problem.

“Good, now try it again with your right eye covered.” Jim once again recited the line without any difficulty at all.

“Alright, go ahead and have a seat in that chair behind you,” she ordered. “I need to get some blood now.” Jim sat down in the other plastic chair while Nurse Wilson gathered several empty vials for the collection of his blood.

“Hold out your arms please, let’s see which arm we want to use,” she said as she approached Jim. “Let’s use your left arm, you have a nice big vein which should make this easier,” she said. She pulled the small rolling stool over to Jim and sat down directly in front of him.

“Pull up your sleeve please,” she ordered as she wrapped a rubber tube around Jim’s upper arm and pulled it tight. “Now make a fist, please” she commanded. She now used an alcohol wipe to sanitize his skin before inserting the syringe directly into his vein.

“Breath normally, please,” she reminded Jim. I watched as the blood flowed into the tube that was attached to the syringe. When it was full, she quickly switched tubes and the blood continued to flow into the second tube.

“Just one more, you can relax your fist now,” she said as she filled the final tube.

“There you go, that wasn’t too bad,” she said as she removed the syringe from Jim’s arm and covered it with a small piece of gauze and surgical tape.

Nurse Wilson took the vials of blood back to the counter and made some notes in Jim’s chart. She stood there reviewing the paperwork for a brief moment, seemingly going through a checklist in her head and trying to decide what was next on the list.

“Well, I think that’s just about all we can do with you fully clothed,” she said as she looked directly at Jim. “I’ll step out while you disrobe. Please remove everything, including your socks, your watch and any other jewelry you might be wearing. Are you wearing underwear today?” she asked.

“Yes, of course,” Jim replied.

“Then you can leave that on for now,” the nurse said. “Most men don’t bother with a gown but I can get one for you if you would prefer.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Jim replied, “I hate gowns.”

“Alright then, just leave the door ajar when you’re ready, and I’ll be back to finished the preliminary parts of your exam.” With that, Nurse Wilson opened the door and exited the exam room, closing the door behind her. Jim stood up from the chair and looked directly at me.

“I already hate this,” he said. I just smiled back at him, trying to reassure him that it would be alright.

“Don’t worry dear,” I said, “it won’t be too bad. And besides, you have to go through with this if you want that insurance policy. You really don’t have a choice, do you?”

“No, I guess not,” he replied. As he spoke, Jim began to undress. First he unbuttoned his crisp white button-down shirt and removed it.

“Let me help you with that,” I said, offering to take the shirt from him. I hung it on a hook that was on the wall behind my chair.

Next, he pulled the clean, white T-shirt over his head and handed it to me. Jim’s muscular chest and arms were now on display before me as they were on so many occasions in our bedroom at home. Next, he sat back down in the chair and removed his shoes, placing them under the chair. After standing back up, Jim unbuckled his belt and loosened the top of his jeans. He unzipped his fly and let his jeans drop to the floor, revealing his white Calvin Klein briefs.

“Oh, nice choice of underwear today, dear,” I said.

“Yeah, well, if I would have given it some thought, I probably would have worn loose boxers instead,” he answered. As we talked, he stepped out of the jeans, picked them up and handed them to me.

“No, they’re perfect Jim, you look great in your briefs.” I gave Jim a big grin as I spoke. I wasn’t lying. He really did look good in his briefs. I really liked the way they held his package firmly in place. And you could easily see the outline of his cock and balls through the tight white fabric.

Jim walked back to the exam table and climbed aboard, letting his bare legs dangle over the edge.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked. “She said to leave the door ajar when you’re ready.”

“Oh, right,” Jim said. He got up, walked over to the door and ever so slightly opened it. I watched with anticipation as he took a seat back on the exam table. I enjoyed seeing Jim sit there in just his briefs. But I already wanted more. I couldn’t wait to see how his examination would unfold. I secretly hoped that it would be as extensive and embarrassing as the nurse suggested.

After a short wait, there was a soft knock on the door. The nurse opened it and entered, pushing a metal cart with a small EKG machine.

“All ready?” she asked as she entered the room.

“I suppose so,” answered Jim.

“Well, it doesn’t look like you followed all of my directions, you still have your socks on, and I also need you to remove your watch and wedding ring. I said no jewelry.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Jim answered. He reached down and removed his socks without getting up.

“Here Mandy, take these please,” he said as he held them out for me. I got up and took the socks from him.

“Give me your watch and ring,” I said as I stood before him. The nurse had her back to us and wasn’t watching, so I took the opportunity to gently stroke Jim’s inner thigh with my fingers. He was startled by my touch and immediately looked up at me as if to ask what I was doing. I just grinned at him before rubbing my index finger across my lower lip.

“We’ll start with your EKG,” said Nurse Wilson. “Have you ever had one before?”

“Yes, I have,” answered Jim.

“Good, then you know the drill. Please lay back on the table and relax. This won’t take long at all.”

Jim laid down flat on the exam table while she positioned the EKG cart next to him. The nurse made fast work of attaching the contacts to Jim’s arms, chest and ankles. The contacts were the kind with a self-adhesive back so she was able to quickly apply them to his skin. She then attached the appropriate wire to each contact. I was enjoying the view as she prepared him for the EKG. He was flat on his back with his legs slightly parted. From my position, I had a very nice view of the package between his legs that was held snuggly in place by his briefs.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson, please remain still and breathe normally,” ordered the nurse.

With that, she switched on the EKG and began recording. The EKG appeared to be paperless, but it had a small monitor that she was watching. I too watched the lines dance up and down as they recorded Jim’s heart beat. After 30 seconds or so, she switched off the machine.

“All done,” exclaimed the nurse. She quickly disconnected the wires from my husband and pealed the adhesive contacts from his skin. She started to wheel the EKG cart toward the door.

“You can sit up now, I have to return this to its proper place in case someone else needs it, but I’ll be right back.” As Jim sat up on the exam table, she opened the door and pushed the cart out into the hallway, closing the door firmly behind her. I looked at Jim and smiled.

“What?” he asked, “Why are you smiling at me?”

“I’m just enjoying this,” I answered. “I’ve never watched a male exam like this before and it’s exciting.”

At that moment Nurse Wilson reentered the exam room, ending our conversation. She immediately made her way to the counter and reviewed the next items on Jim’s chart.

“It looks like we need to get some measurements now, Mr. Johnson. Can you please stand up for me?” she requested.

Jim got up from the exam table and stood in the middle of the room facing me. Nurse Wilson approached him with a cloth measuring tape.

“Stand up straight and hold your arms out at your sides please,” she ordered. As Jim lifted his arms, she placed the cloth tape around his upper chest.

“I need to measure your chest at maximum inhalation and exhalation, so take a deep breath and hold it,” she ordered. Jim took a deep breath and held it as she recorded the measurement.

“Now take another deep breath and exhale completely,” she requested. Jim exhaled as she measured his chest again.

“Now just breath normally,” she said as she slid the cloth measuring tape down across his navel. “This is to measure your abdomen at the umbilical.” She now returned the cloth tape to the counter and retrieved some skin fold calipers.

“Let’s get your skin fold measurements now,” she said. She approached Jim and took several measurements, all on the right side of Jim’s body: his chest, his triceps, his front thigh, his abdomen, and on his side just above his hip bone. Jim looked nervous as she quickly moved from site to site, pinching his skin and measuring it with the calipers.

“Alright, time for your height and weight,” she said, “step onto the scale please.”

The scale was at the wall right next to where I was sitting. As Jim walked over to the scale, Nurse Wilson returned the calipers to their place on the counter and made some additional notes in Jim’s chart.

“Wait a second, Mr. Johnson,” she said, “It looks like your shorts need to come off before I can record your weight.”

“What?” Jim replied, “you’ve got to be kidding.”

“I am sorry, but I’m completely serious,” answered the nurse. “The form specifies height without shoes and weight unclothed, so that’s precisely how it must be done.”

“But my shorts can’t possibly weigh that much,” Jim protested, “can’t you just compensate for them?”

“Well, as I already said, Mr. Johnson, we follow the instructions that we receive from each insurance company. To the letter. So I’m not really allowed to compensate for anything.” Jim just stood there shaking his head.

“If it makes you feel any better, Mr. Johnson, your shorts will need to be removed soon anyway. The next few steps on your exam form require it. So you will have to remove them sooner or later.”

Jim knew that he was going to lose this battle, so he turned toward me, pulled down his briefs and stepped out of them. He handed them to me as he stepped up on the scale. Nurse Wilson walked over to the scale to record Jim’s weight. He was facing the wall with his now-nude backside facing the nurse. Since the scale was right next to me, I had a very nice profile view of Jim. Even from the side, his penis and testicles could be clearly seen hanging from the front of his nude body.

“Now turn around, and stand up straight for me,” she ordered.

Jim turned around and faced the nurse for the first time since his briefs were removed. She adjusted the measuring rod that was mounted at the back of the scale to record his height. She didn’t make a point of staring at his genitals, but I did notice her quickly glance down at Jim and then turn to me and smile, as if she approved of what she saw.

“You can step off the scale, Mr. Johnson,” she said as she walked back to the counter to record his measurements. Jim retrieved his briefs from me and started to put them back on before the nurse noticed what he was doing.

“Don’t get dressed yet, I need your shorts off for this next part,” she ordered. “As you might expect, your insurance company requires a urine specimen,” she explained, “and we normally allow you to do that in private. But your form stipulates that it must be an observed sample. Have you ever given an observed sample before, Mr. Johnson?” she asked. Jim just shook his head no.

“What that means is that I’m required to first ensure that you do not have any type of substitute sample concealed on your body, and then I must actually observe you as the sample is provided.” I giggled when I heard that bit of news, I just couldn’t help myself.

“Mandy, it’s not funny,” Jim said as he turned to me.

“I’m sorry,” I responded.

I now addressed myself to the nurse. “Do you mean that you actually have to stay here and watch him pee?”

“Yes, that’s correct, Mrs. Johnson,” she replied. As she was talking, she was writing Jim’s name on a plastic specimen cup.

“Please stand over there,” she said, pointing to the middle of the room, just a few feet in front of me. The nurse now retrieved two pink exam gloves from a box on the counter and proceeded to pull one onto each hand. It was beginning to look like Jim was about to receive some type of inspection prior to his urine specimen.

“This is just a formality Mr. Johnson, it’s part of the required protocol that must be followed for observed collections,” she said. “Please place your feet shoulder-width apart and put your hands on top of your head, palms up,” she ordered as she approached him.

Jim was facing her and had his back to me and reluctantly complied with her order, shuffling his feet further apart and moving his hands to the top of his head. She began her inspection by examining his hands, lifting up each hand to ensure that Jim wasn’t concealing anything before placing it back on top of his head. She then squatted down in front of him and quickly moved her hands around his genitals and inner thighs. Since I was behind him, I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I could see her hands move between his widely parted legs.

“Turn around please,” she ordered, “and keep your hands on top of your head.” Jim turned around and now faced me.

“Bend your left leg please,” she ordered. Jim now bent his left leg at the knee, raising his foot for her to inspect.

“Good, now the right,” she said. Jim repeated the move with his right leg.

“Good, now bend over and touch the floor, please,” she ordered. Jim bent over and reached for the ground with both hands, giving Nurse Wilson what was surly a fine view of his nude ass. I watched as her hands quickly brushed against his cheeks to complete her inspection.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson,” she said, “follow me to the toilet.”

As Jim stood up, he briefly looked at me and shook his head in disbelief. I could tell that he was not happy at this point. But more importantly, I was enjoying every minute of this. They both now walked to the far end of the exam room and stood in front of the toilet.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed him the plastic cup. “Please start your stream in the toilet and then fill the cup.”

Jim took a position in front of the toilet while Nurse Wilson moved a few feet to the left and watched. Jim held the plastic cup in his left hand and used his right hand to hold his penis. After about a minute of waiting, a stream of urine started to flow from his penis. He quickly moved the cup under his stream to catch the sample. When he finished, Jim handed the cup to the nurse.

“Go ahead and dry yourself off,” she said, “you wouldn’t want to dribble.” Jim took a small piece of toilet paper and used it to blot the last few drops of urine from the tip of his penis. After placing a cover on the plastic cup, she opened a small metal door that was in the wall and placed the sample inside. She then removed her exam gloves and made some additional notes in Jim’s chart.

“I think that’s it for now,” she said. “Nurse Goodell will be in shortly to complete your examination. You can go ahead and put your shorts back on while you’re waiting.” As she walked toward the door and exited the room, Jim walked over to me to retrieve his briefs.

“Why not just leave them off?” I said to Jim. “Based on what I’ve seen so far, I have a pretty good idea that you’ll end up taking them off again.”

“Because I don’t want to wait here in the nude and I don’t want to meet this Nurse Goodell person like this,” he answered. “Even if you are enjoying this.”

Jim stepped into his briefs and pulled them up, once again covering his ample package in the clean white cloth. He walked back to the exam table and took a seat on top of it. As he sat down, I got up and approached him. Standing directly in front of him, I placed my hands on his knees, leaned in to him and gave him a passionate open-mouth kiss.

“What’s that for?” he asked when the kiss had ended.

“That’s just to thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be here.” I replied. “I’m really enjoying this so far.” As I spoke, I slipped my right hand between his parted legs and cradled his cloth-covered package with my fingers.

“And I can’t wait to see what she does with these,” I said as I fondled and lifted his testicles with my fingers.

“Stop it Mandy,” said Jim, “I really don’t need any extra stimulation right now”.

Just then I heard someone outside the door. I quickly returned to my seat just as there was a quiet knock at the door. The door opened and in walked a very young and good looking nurse.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson, I’m Kristy Goodell,” she said as she extended her hand to Jim. “I will be completing your insurance examination today.”

She looked like she was fresh out of medical school and couldn’t be a day over 25. She was medium height, slender and fit, with light brown hair. Overall she was quite attractive in her white doctor’s coat.

“Nice to meet you,” Jim replied as he shook her hand.

“Hello,” she said as she turned toward me, “and you are?”

“I’m Mandy, Jim’s wife,” I said as I shook her hand.

“I see,” she said. “Well, you are welcome to stay as long as it’s OK with your husband.”

Jim now spoke up: “Yes, doctor, I’d actually prefer to have Mandy stay.”

“That’s fine then, whatever makes you more comfortable, Mr. Johnson” she continued. “And just to clear things up, I am not a doctor, I am a nurse practitioner. But I have a great deal of experience conducting physicals like this, so rest assured you’re in very good hands today.”

Nurse Goodell stood silently at the counter reviewing Jim’s chart for a few moments.

“I’ve reviewed the medical history and questionnaire that you provided,” she said to Jim, “and it looks like you really don’t have any health concerns. Is that correct?”

“That’s right, I don’t have any problems that I’m aware of,” replied Jim.

“Well, that’s good, we just have to satisfy the requirements of your insurance company and we’ll have you on your way in no time at all,” she said.

“Now, Mr. Johnson, I do have some questions that I’m required to ask you, for the record, so to speak.” The nurse then began a series of rapid-fire questions and recorded Jim’s responses in his chart.

“Have you recently had any severe chest pain?” “No.”

“Any heart palpitations, shortness of breath, severe headaches, blurred vision or lightheadedness?” “No.”

“Any numbness in your arms or legs?” “No.”

“Have you had any abdominal pain?” “No.”

“Any severe back pain?” “No.”

“Any pain in your groin or testicles?” “No.”

“Do you have any family history of heart disease or stroke?” “No.”

“Any family history of cancer?”

“Well, my father did have prostate cancer a few years ago,” Jim replied.

“Is he doing well now?” she asked.

“Yes, he had radiation and chemo and seems to be fine now,” said Jim.

“Any family history of epilepsy, seizures or other brain disorders?” “No.”

“Have you had any recent surgeries or hospitalizations?” “No.”

“Do you urinate frequently?” “No.”

“Do you ever have to get up in the middle of the night to urinate?”

“Once in a while” replied Jim.

“When you urinate, do you ever have difficulty starting?”

“No, except for just now in front of your nurse.” Nurse Goodell gave a half-hearted attempt at a laugh.

“What about your bowel movements, how often do you have them?”

“Usually once a day.”

“And when was your last bowel movement?”

“Yesterday morning” answered Jim.

Nurse Goodell paused for a few seconds to update Jim’s chart.

“I’m going to ask you some lifestyle questions now, Mr. Johnson. Once again I’m required to ask these questions by your insurance company.”

“Do you now or have you ever smoked?” “No.”

“Do you take illegal drugs?” “No.”

“Do you abuse prescription or over-the-counter drugs?” “No.”

“Do you drink alcohol?” “Yes” replied Jim.

“Beer or hard liquor?”

“I have a beer a few times a week, and a mixed drink one in a while, maybe once a month,” Jim replied.

“Your weight seems fine, so that’s not an issue. What about exercise?”

“I try to exercise regularly,” answered Jim. “I run regularly and play tennis a couple of times a month, and golf less frequently than that.”

Once again, the nurse paused to update his chart. I took the opportunity to look up at Jim and smile. He smiled back, but he still seemed very nervous.

“I need to ask about your sexual history now, Mr. Johnson. I apologize if this is embarrassing for you or your wife, but I am required to ask these questions.”

“I understand, go ahead,” Jim replied.

“I’m assuming you are sexually active, is that correct?” “Yes.”

“Do you currently have multiple partners?” “No.”

“What about in the past, did you ever have multiple partners?”

“Yes, before Mandy and I got married.”

“And how long ago was that?”

“We’ve been married for 5 years now and she’s been my only partner for all of those years,” Jim replied.

“Have you ever had a sexually transmitted disease?” “No.”

“Did you ever have unprotected sex with multiple partners?”

“Well, most of the time I wore a condom, but sometimes, yes, it was unprotected” Jim replied. Jim looked at me with embarrassment, as if he was ashamed of his prior relationships.

“And these previous partners, were they all female or were any of them male?”

“All female,” Jim replied with a smile.

“And did you practice vaginal sex with them?” “Yes.”

“Anal sex?” “Um, sure, a few times” Jim replied.

“You penetrated them anally?” “Yes.”

“I know you said these were all female partners, but were you ever penetrated anally yourself, perhaps with a sex toy or other device?”

“Um, sure, yeah, I had one girlfriend that liked to do me with a strap-on,” Jim replied with an embarrassed look on his face.

“And oral sex?” “Yes.”

“You performed it on them or they on you?” “Both.”

“And what about now with your wife, is that primarily vaginal intercourse?” “Yes.”

“Any anal sex?” “Yes.”

“Does your wife ever penetrate you anally?”

“Yeah, sometimes — she’s got a few toys that she uses,” Jim replied.

“Oral sex?” “Yes, we do each other?”

“And do you use any protection now?” “No”.

“Even for anal sex?”

“Well yeah, when I’m doing Mandy from behind, I slip on a condom for that.”

As Jim was speaking, I was thinking about how good he felt in me, especially how much I loved it when he took me from behind and made love to my ass hole. The sensations of him pounding my ass with his well lubricated cock were magnificent. And I loved the feeling of his balls as they slapped against my bare ass. I looked up at him and grinned from ear to ear as he was answering the nurse.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson, I think that covers all of the questions for now. Time to start your exam,” said the nurse as she washed her hands in the sink.

After drying them, she approached Jim and began her examination, starting with everything from the neck up. She looked in his ears, up his nose, down his throat and in his eyes. She then walked toward the door and flipped the light switch, turning off the lights in the exam room.

“Just look straight ahead,” she said as she shined a small light directly in each eye. When she completed the test, she turned the lights back on.

“Now, keep your head still and follow my finger with your eyes,” she commanded as she moved her finger in front of Jim.

“Squeeze my fingers with your right hand,” she said as she held out her fingers in front of Jim. Jim grabbed them with his right hand and squeezed.

“Good, now with your left,” she said. Jim repeated the test with his left hand.

The nurse now walked over to the counter and retrieved a single exam glove. She approached Jim as she pulled it on her right hand.

“Just look straight ahead and open wide please,” she ordered. Jim complied, opening his mouth wide. Using her freshly gloved hand, the nurse stuck several fingers into Jim’s mouth, running them up and around all interior surfaces in his mouth. She held a small light in her left hand, aiming it into his mouth.

“Any sores or bleeding?” she asked.

Jim grunted an answer that was assumed to mean no. She now retrieved a small piece of cotton gauze and approached Jim once again.

“Open wide and stick out your tongue please,” she said. As Jim stuck his tongue out, she grabbed it using the cotton gauze. Once it was captured by her gloved hand, she pulled his tongue out further and examined it, lifting it up to inspect the underside. Satisfied that everything was OK, she released his tongue and peeled off the exam glove.

“I need to check your reflexes now,” she said as she retrieved a small rubber hammer from the counter, “just relax please.”

As she spoke, she tapped the hammer on each of Jim’s knees and observed him as his legs jerked involuntarily. She repeated the same test on his elbows, wrists and also his ankles. Satisfied that Jim’s reflexes were normal, she retrieved a metal pin wheel and ran it across his right arm.

“Do you feel that?” she asked.

“Yes.” replied Jim.

She repeated the test on his left arm and then tested each of his thighs in the same way. She then lifted Jim’s right leg and ran the wheel across the bottom of his foot.

“Do you feel that?” she asked again. As Jim replied in the affirmative, she repeated the test on the bottom of his left foot.

Nurse Goodell now put the ear pieces of her stethoscope in her ears and pressed the bell against Jim’s chest. She didn’t say anything, or give Jim any special instructions at this point. She was just listening to his heart and moved the bell of the stethoscope to various locations on Jim’s chest.

“Now take a deep breath and hold it,” she commanded. Jim obeyed by taking a deep breath through his open mouth and holding it until she told him to release it.

“Breathe out,” she now commanded.

“Once again, deep breath for me,” she said. “And release.” After moving the bell to yet another location, she repeated the test.

“Once more,” she said, “deep breath and hold it.” Jim once again complied with her instructions.

“Now breath normally,” she ordered. The heaving of Jim’s chest now ceased and his breathing was normal, if not shallow. She continued to press the bell against several other locations on Jim’s bare chest.

The nurse now moved behind Jim and to his side as he sat on the exam table and used the stethoscope on several areas of his back.

“Just breathe normally,” she ordered. At one point, she placed the instrument on the side of his neck and listened. She then repeated the test on the opposite side.

“I’m just checking your carotid pulses,” she volunteered. Putting the stethoscope aside, she now sat on the exam table behind Jim and placed both of her hands on his neck.

“I’m just checking your thyroid now,” she said. Once her hands were in place she spoke again. “Swallow please,” she ordered. I could see Jim trying to swallow as her grip tightened around his throat.

“One more time please, swallow,” she said. Jim repeated the maneuver as ordered. When she completed the examination of Jim’s thyroid, she got up from the table and came back to Jim’s side.

“Place your hands on top of your head please,” she now ordered. Jim complied by raising both of his arms and placing the palms of his hands flat on top of his head. The nurse now used two fingers of her right hand to press deeply under Jim’s right arm, presumably checking his lymph nodes. After a short moment, she moved to Jim’s left side and performed the same exam under his left arm.

“Lie back please,” she ordered. As she spoke, she pulled out a metal extension from the foot of the exam table. Jim immediately took a position flat on his back. Moving back to Jim’s right side, she once again used her stethoscope on Jim’s chest.

“Just breath normally,” she said. She placed the bell of the instrument on the upper part of Jim’s chest. After a few brief seconds, she moved the location of the bell slightly and listened again. She repeated this maneuver several times, each time moving to a different location on his chest.

Seeing Jim in this position was actually quite entertaining. His legs were parted so that his feet were almost at the left and right edges of the exam table. The soles of his bare feet were facing me, and I could see that his arms were placed flat on the exam table on either side of his body. Jim was still wearing his briefs, and I was enjoying the view of the tightly wrapped mound of white material between his legs. His balls were indistinguishable in their wrapping, meaning that I couldn’t tell that there were two separate testicles. From my vantage point, it simply looked like a single mound of flesh held tightly by his briefs. His penis, however, was another matter entirely. I could clearly see the outline of his circumcised head straining against the front of his briefs. He was clearly pointing down and toward me, but it looked like his penis was stretching the front of his briefs, straining to break free from its bounds. Jim was clearly becoming aroused. And so was I.

I now returned to watching the nurse. She was still using the stethoscope, but was now moving lower and lower on Jim’s body, listening to different areas of his abdomen. She now set the stethoscope aside and began to palpate Jim’s abdomen using both of her hands. To do this, she placed her left hand flat against his skin, then used several fingers of her right hand in a hammering motion to strike her left hand. She repeated this examination several times, each time moving to a slightly different location. She also thumped Jim’s abdomen several times directly using just her right hand. She now used both hands to press deeply into his abdomen, applying firm pressure in order to feel his internal organs. She repeated this exam on the other side of his lower abdomen. She once again retrieved her stethoscope and began to place the instrument in her ears.

“I have just a couple more pulses to check,” she said.

She now placed the bell of the instrument on Jim’s right ankle and listened. After a few seconds, she moved to the left ankle and listened again. Satisfied with those pulses, she moved back to Jim’s lower abdomen, placing the bell of the stethoscope right above the waistband of his briefs. But she suddenly stopped and removed the instrument from her ears.

“These are in the way,” she abruptly said, “lift up please”.

As she spoke, she grasped the waistband of his briefs with both hands and pulled them down his body in one continuous motion. As commanded, Jim lifted his hips as the material was pulled down to uncover him. She pulled his briefs down to his knees and stopped there, leaving his legs bound by his briefs and immovable.

“There, much better,” she said. She now placed the stethoscope back into her ears and placed the bell on Jim’s uncovered pubic area, this time much lower than before. As she listened to his femoral pulses, I enjoyed the view that I now had of Jim. His genitals were now uncovered and on display to Nurse Goodell, and to me. I could now confirm my earlier suspicions. Jim was partially aroused, since his penis was slightly thicker and longer than his normal flaccid state.

Satisfied that his femoral pulses were satisfactory, Nurse Goodell placed the stethoscope back on the counter and jotted down a few additional notes in Jim’s chart. She approached Jim again and, without warning, used both hands to pull his briefs down the remainder of their journey, this time pulling them completely off of his body. With Jim’s briefs in hand, she now approached me.

“Here you go,” she said with a smile. “He won’t be needing these anymore!”

I took the briefs from her and smiled back. From the wide grin on her face, I could tell that she was enjoying herself. Was it a feeling of power over Jim, and me? My mind was spinning with possibilities. Was she flaunting the fact that she just stripped my dear husband in front of me and there was nothing that I could do about it? Was she smiling because she was thinking about the remainder of his exam? Was she thinking about the things that she might do to my nude husband, all while I helplessly watched? Or was she intuitively aware of my excitement in watching Jim’s exam? Was my secret that obvious? Did she know how much I was enjoying this? Was this her way of telling me that she understood, and that she was happy to have an audience?

Jim was still laying nude on the exam table. The nurse now approached Jim’s right side and began what seemed like a continuation of her abdominal exam. She pushed her fingers deep into Jim’s side and asked him to take a deep breath.

“Raise your knees please,” she now ordered.

Jim complied by raising both of his knees, providing me with an excellent view between his parted legs. She now repeated her exam, pressing deeply into Jim’s right side. She then walked around the exam table and performed the same examination on his left side. In this position, Jim’s balls were lifted and hanging freely from his body. His penis was resting on top of them in a graceful curve, still pointing down. The nurse now turned her attention to Jim’s raised legs. She began raising, twisting and bending them into different positions. I assumed this was some type of orthopedic examination.

“Sit up please,” she commanded as she pushed the leg extension back into the table. Jim quickly obeyed and was now sitting on the edge of the exam table. She now performed a similar type of orthopedic exam on his arms, elbows and shoulders.

“Stand up,” she ordered as she walked away from the exam table and toward me.

Jim got up and stood at the foot of the exam table. He made a vain attempt to maintain his dignity by placing his hands over his groin area. In the mean time, Nurse Goodell took a position standing just to my right and turned around to face Jim. At this point, we both had a good view of my dear husband, standing completely nude in front of us.

“Now stand up straight and face me, arms at your side,” she ordered. Jim complied and uncovered himself.

“Good, now raise your left leg and balance for me,” she ordered. Jim lifted his left leg and balanced himself on his right. She repeated that maneuver with his opposite leg.

“Now walk toward me,” she ordered. As she spoke, Jim walked a few steps toward us.

“Now turn around and walk back,” she said. He turned around and walked away from us and toward the exam table, providing us with a very nice view of his firm ass.

“Bend over please and touch your toes,” she now ordered as she approached him from behind.

“Hold that position please,” she added. Jim was now facing away from me and was bent over touching his toes. Needless to say, I had a glorious view before me. The sight of my husband’s tight ass as he was bent over in front of me was spectacular. Perhaps this was why I loved to take him from behind with some of my own toys. As I was enjoying the view, Nurse Goodell ran her fingers up and down the entire length of his spine, checking it for any abnormalities.

“Now face me and squat down,” she ordered. Jim turned around to face me again and squatted down.

“And now up please,” the nurse requested. Jim immediately stood up.

“One more time please, squat down,” she ordered, “and this time place your hands on top of your head.” Jim got into position one more time, this time finding it more difficult to balance since his hands were on his head.

“I need you to do a duck walk for me,” she ordered, “just a few steps is enough, do you understand how?” Jim nodded in the affirmative. He carefully took a few steps toward me, trying not to lose his balance. His knees were spread apart widely, providing the nurse and I with a clear view of everything that he had between his legs. I could clearly see that his genitals were hanging down loosely from his body, his balls suspended by a seemingly small cord of skin.

“Alright,” said Nurse Goodell, “that’s enough, stand up next to the table for me.”

Jim got up from his crouching position and walked a few steps to take a position at the foot of the table. The nurse walked to the counter to retrieve her stethoscope again. Jim was once again facing me, but this time he took a more relaxed stance with his arms comfortably at his sides. I guess he had finally given up trying to maintain some level of modesty.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson,” she said as she approached Jim, “this next part of the examination is designed to evaluate your cardiac health.” As she was speaking she put the stethoscope in her ears and placed the bell of the instrument on Jim’s almost-hairless chest.

“Just breathe normally, please,” she said. She stood there listening to his heart for a few seconds, moving the bell of the instrument to several positions on his chest. At that moment, Jim made eye contact with me. He silently shook his head and rolled his eyes. It appeared that he was becoming quite frustrated with this exam. It was quite clear that he couldn’t wait for it to end. But I was loving it, and I gave him my best reassuring smile in return. After a few short moments, Nurse Goodell took the stethoscope out of her ears and grabbed Jim’s right hand in order to measure his pulse, simultaneously holding his hand and looking at her watch.

After recording the latest results in Jim’s chart, the nurse retrieved the wooden stairs that were next to the scale and positioned them in the center of the room. The set of stairs were about three feet wide, and had two stairs, with each one being about eight inches tall, the normal height of stairs. The stairs were positioned in the middle of the room so that the person using them would directly face me. That person was presumably my dear husband Jim.

“Now, Mr. Johnson,” said the nurse, “I need you to step up and down on these stairs in order to increase your heart rate.” She continued her explanation of the test: “I’ll stop you after 45 seconds and check your pulse and listen to your heart again. After that, I’ll have you continue for another two minutes and check you again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think so,” replied Jim.

“Good, then stand over here and let’s get started,” she said, pointing to the stairs. Jim walked to the other side of the stairs, once again facing me. I readied Jim’s briefs that I had been holding, expecting her order to put them back on prior to the exercise. But those instructions were never given. Was she really going to have him exercise in the nude? Of course, the idea of seeing my husband exercise in the nude didn’t bother me at all. I was actually getting quite excited at the prospect. But what purpose did it serve? It was beginning to appear that my earlier suspicions might have been correct. This nurse was actually enjoying this exam, perhaps as much as I was.

“Alright then, begin,” she ordered as she looked at her watch.

Jim took a first, careful step with his left foot, then immediately stepped up to the top step with his right. He then brought his left foot to the top step and was momentarily standing on the top step. He immediately reversed the sequence and was back on the floor. I watched in amazement as he repeated these movements. His arms gracefully swung forward and backward, naturally synchronized with the movement of his legs. The muscles in his firm legs and thighs rippled with each step that he took. And best of all, he was nude. His genitals were not only on display before me, they were in constant motion. Jim always kept his pubic hair neatly trimmed, so it was quite easy to see everything. His penis gracefully swung from side to side. His low-hanging balls seemed to retract a bit and were now held much closer to his body. But they were still loose, and were gently swinging back and forth with each step. During this time, the nurse was standing at his side, watching him and also glancing at her watch.

“Alright, stop,” she ordered.

Jim stood at the bottom of the stairs while she once again checked his pulse and then pressed the stethoscope against his chest. As she was listening, Jim’s chest was moving up and down with his breathing. From his chest movements, it was obvious that he was slightly out of breath, but he seemed to recover quickly.

“Good, now continue for two more minutes, a little faster this time,” she ordered. Jim once again began his exercise regime.

“Pick up the pace please, faster,” she said after a few seconds.

Jim increased his speed even more to comply with her orders. The nurse now walked to my side of the room and stood beside my chair. She looked down at me and smiled. I looked up at her and responded with a warm grin. And then we both turned our attention to my husband, watching the show as my nude husband performed before us. After two short minutes, Nurse Goodell stopped Jim’s exercise and once again checked his pulse and listened to his heart. This time, Jim’s chest was heaving up and down while he tried to catch his breath. This last two minutes of exercise was obviously much more strenuous than the initial 45 seconds. But Jim recovered quickly and was soon calmly standing at the foot of the wooden stairs.

“Remain standing please,” said Nurse Goodell.

As I watched, she walked to the wall next to the door and pressed a red button on the intercom, a button which was now glowing brightly. She then walked to the counter and proceeded to silently make some additional notes in Jim’s chart. After a short wait, the red light went out and there was a quiet knock at the door, which was then opened. Jim had his back to the door, but he instinctively positioned his hands over his genitals before turning toward the door to see who it was. It was Nurse Wilson who had done Jim’s preliminary workup.

“Mr. Johnson,” said Nurse Goodell, “I’ve asked Nurse Wilson to join us for the remainder of your exam. She’s here to assist and to also act as a chaperone. I’m afraid our company policy and our insurance requires it for any invasive procedures.”

“But I’m fine without a chaperone,” responded Jim, “after all, my wife is here.”

“Yes, I understand,” responded Nurse Goodell, “but I’m afraid those are the rules. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” Nurse Goodell now turned her attention to Nurse Wilson.

“Caroline, will you please get Mr. Johnson into position for his genital exam?”

“Yes, of course,” Nurse Wilson responded. Jim just stood there staring at the two nurses with his hands still tightly clenched over his genitals.

“I need you to stand up on the top step please, Mr. Johnson,” said Nurse Wilson. Jim reluctantly mounted the stairs once more, this time stopping on the top step.

“Good, now your legs need to be parted, put them on the yellow marks please,” continued the nurse.

Jim looked down and placed his feet on two yellow lines that were painted near the edges of the top step. I never noticed the lines before, and I doubt Jim did either. The lines were almost at the left and right edges of the step, which meant that his feet were now almost three feet apart. Jim was still trying to cover himself with his hands, but that wasn’t going to last long.

“Good, now let’s just get those hands out of the way. Please raise your arms and place your hands behind your head,” commanded Nurse Wilson.

“I don’t think so,” said Jim.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson, but you really don’t have an option. This part of the examination can’t be performed properly if the patients hands get in the way, and we’ve found that this position works best to keep them occupied. So you can either comply or we can end the examination right now.”

Jim reluctantly uncovered himself and raised his arms, placing the palms of each hand against the back of his head. Jim was now facing me in a delightfully vulnerable position. He was elevated about 16 inches off the ground, his hands were behind his head, his elbows pointing to either side, his feet were spread widely apart and his penis and testicles were prominently displayed before the three females in the room. I had thoroughly enjoyed his exam up to this point, but I was beginning to think that the best was yet to come.

“He’s ready Nurse Goodell,” said Nurse Wilson.

I looked over at Nurse Goodell and saw that she was pulling on a pair of exam gloves in preparation for Jim’s examination. She now walked to my side of the stairs and faced Jim. Nurse Wilson moved away from the stairs and took a position to my left, but also facing Jim. Nurse Goodell now began her examination by grabbing both of Jim’s testicles with her gloved hands. Although she was standing directly in front of Jim, she was slightly to my left, so I still had an excellent view of the exam. She seemed to be weighing and comparing his testicles, lifting and bouncing each of them with the open palm of her hands. Having completed this preliminary examination, she turned her complete attention to Jim’s left testicle. She grabbed it more forcefully this time with both hands, pulling it up and away from his body and squeezing it. She pulled the skin of his scrotum tightly around it and methodically ran her fingers over his testicle, looking for any sign of an abnormality. At one point, Jim’s body involuntarily jerked in pain.

“Sorry about that,” said the nurse, “I’m trying to be gentle.”

She continued the palpation of his testicle, this time with somewhat less force than before. Satisfied that she had adequately examined his left testicle, she turned her attention to his right, performing the same type of exam. I looked over at Nurse Wilson and saw that she was intently watching the action from her close vantage point. She didn’t seem to mind her chaperone duties in the least.

“When was the last time you ejaculated, Mr. Johnson?” asked Nurse Goodell.

“Um, yesterday morning, I think,” Jim responded.

Nurse Goodell simply nodded her head without a verbal response. At the time I wondered why she asked that question. Could she possibly tell when he ejaculated by feeling his testicles?

The nurse now released her grip on Jim’s balls and turned her attention to his penis. Jim wasn’t completely flaccid anymore, his penis had started to grow in length and thickness. All of this attention to his genitals was definitely having an effect on him. She grasped his circumcised penis with her right hand and lifted it, inspecting all sides. Using her left hand, she gently palpated the length of his shaft. Throughout this procedure, Jim was stoically maintaining his stance, not moving his hands or his feet. He was staring straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with me or the nurses.

“You have a bit of redness here at the base of your penis,” said the nurse. “Does this area bother you at all?” Jim looked down to see the area that she was referring to.

“Um, no not really,” Jim quickly answered and then hesitated before continuing: “I wear a cock ring sometimes, it’s probably from that.”

“Oh, I see,” replied the nurse, “that would explain it.” She continued her questioning: “What kind of material is the ring? Is it metal, leather, rubber or something else?”

“Most of the time I use solid rubber rings but I also have a few metal ones,” Jim replied.

“And do you wear these rings only during sex or also at other times?”

“Just for sex,” Jim answered.

“Well, that’s fine, but I would suggest that you start using some additional lubricant, otherwise this redness may get worse.” Jim didn’t respond to her advice. Next, the nurse gave his penis a few short tugs and seemed to stretch it away from his body.

“Will you be taking a culture, Nurse Goodell” asked Nurse Wilson. “Yes, please prepare one, Caroline, his insurance requires it,” answered Nurse Goodell.

Nurse Wilson now walked over to the counter and prepared for the next part of the exam. She quickly returned with a long stick, which looked like a common cotton swab that you would use to clean your ears. But this one was much longer and I didn’t get the impression that they were going to stick it in Jim’s ears.

Nurse Goodell was still examining Jim’s penis, squeezing the tip and looking into the slit at the end of his penis.

“Have you noticed any discharge, Mr. Johnson?” “No.”

“Have you experienced any bleeding directly from your penis or noticed any blood in your urine?” “No” answered Jim.

“Very well. Now, Mr. Johnson,” continued Nurse Goodell, “I’m required by your insurance to take a culture from your penis. It’s one way we screen for any venereal diseases.” Jim looked down at her while she spoke but didn’t move his hands or feet.

She continued as she held up the stick: “I’m going to insert this just a short bit into the head of your penis. You might feel some discomfort, but it really shouldn’t hurt. But I do need you to stand very still. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” answered Jim.

Nurse Goodell now firmly grabbed Jim’s penis with her left hand, completely encircling his shaft with her fingers until only the tip was visible. Nurse Wilson now handed her the culture stick, which she carefully pushed into the tip of his penis. Once it was inserted an inch of so, she slowly twisted it before completely removing it.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” she said.

She handed the stick to Nurse Wilson who dutifully took it to the counter and replaced its plastic cover. Jim now looked down at me and slowly shook his head. He was not enjoying this. I could tell that he had just about reached the limit of his patience with this exam. He clearly wanted this exam to be over.

“Alright, we need to do one more thing while you’re in this position. I’m sure you’ve been checked for a hernia before, Mr. Johnson.”

Jim nodded in the affirmative. “Yes, lots of times.”

Nurse Wilson now returned to her position to my left. She apparently didn’t want to miss the remainder of the show. Nurse Goodell now stuck two fingers of her right hand into the area above Jim’s left testicle. From the look on Jim’s face, I could tell that she was pressing very hard.

“Cough please,” she ordered. Jim let out a good cough while maintaining his position with his arms behind his head.

“Again,” she commanded. Once again, Jim let out a good cough, much louder than the first.

“Now I want you to press down as if you’re having a bowel movement,” she ordered. I could see the muscles of Jim’s abdomen contract as he was trying to tighten them.

“Now the other side,” she said as she thrust two fingers of her left hand into the right side of Jim’s scrotum. After repeating the coughing tests on Jim’s right side, she removed her fingers.

“Alright, you can step down now,” she said.

Jim quickly lowered his hands and used the two short steps to reach the ground. His hands once again instinctively covered his genitals in a futile attempt at modesty. I chuckled to myself at how silly that was, especially when you consider that the three females in the room had just spent the last few minutes gazing at his most private parts while they were seemingly on a pedestal for all to see.

After Jim had safely reached the ground, Nurse Wilson pushed the stairs back to their original position against the wall. She didn’t pick them up and carry them, she merely shoved them across the floor with her foot. In the mean time, Nurse Goodell made her way to the counter to make additional notes in Jim’s chart. On the way there she peeled off the exam gloves.

Nurse Wilson now walked back to the exam table. “Please follow me, Mr. Johnson,” she said.

As Jim walked the few steps to the exam table, Nurse Wilson pulled out the built-in step at the foot of the table. The step was previously pulled out only half way, but now she extended it to its full length. Apparently she knew exactly what was next on the agenda and didn’t need any instructions from Nurse Goodell. As he walked over to the table, I could see that Jim was now sporting a very nice erection. His penis was no longer gracefully hanging from his body. Erect was now the only way to describe it. It was pointing straight out from his body. Clearly the genital exam had increased Jim’s state of arousal. Or was it anticipation of what was to come?

“I need to get you into position for the next part of your exam,” Nurse Wilson said to Jim. “The next part involves your rectum,” she continued. “So as you might expect, the position isn’t the most modest, but we’ll try to make you as comfortable as possible.”

Upon receipt of the news that his rectum was about to be placed on display, Jim looked at me with a disgusted frown on his face and shook his head. I gave him a big smile in return. Since I enjoy playing with Jim’s ass myself, I was looking forward to this part of the exam.

“OK then,” continued Nurse Wilson, “please face the exam table and stand on the step.”

Jim approached the table and mounted the one and only step at the foot of the table. In doing so, Jim was now facing away from me, preventing me from seeing his genitals. But his tight ass was now front and center and was the complete focus of my attention.

“Feet apart please” said the nurse, “place them all the way to the side edges of the step and point them in slightly.” Jim shuffled his feet so that they were right at the edges of the step, which was about two feet wide.

“Good, now bend your knees slightly and rest your upper body on the table,” the nurse continued. Jim bent over at his waist and rested his chest flat on the exam table. He used his strong arms to support himself while he lowered his upper torso to the table.

“Pull yourself forward just a bit more,” ordered the nurse. Jim used his arms to pull himself further toward the head of the table.

“That’s better. Now rest your arms forward, above your head,” she said. Jim lifted his arms above his head and rested them at the sides of the table.

I silently congratulated myself since I had the perfect viewing spot for this part of the exam. Jim’s upper body was resting on the exam table with his ass raised slightly and his feet apart. This position naturally tightened the skin of his cheeks, helping to separate them slightly. This provided a brief teasing view between his cheeks and into his crack. Jim’s ass was about to be violated and I had a ring-side seat for the event. I nervously shifted my position in my seat. I was now wet with anticipation of what was about to occur before me.

“He’s ready Nurse Goodell,” said Nurse Wilson.

“Thank you, Caroline,” said Nurse Goodell in reply.

Nurse Goodell now approached the left side of the exam table carrying a pair of gloves, a tube of lubricant and a hemoccult card. She handed the lubricant and the card to Nurse Wilson and then snapped the gloves onto her hands. Nurse Wilson moved slightly to the right side of the exam table, but was still close enough to view the proceedings and to assist when necessary. Nurse Wilson now reached up and adjusted the light that was mounted on the ceiling above the table. She pulled the arm of the light down so that it was directly above Jim’s ass, and then turned it on. The scene was now bathed in bright light. I still had an unobstructed view of Jim’s illuminated ass between the two nurses.

“Now Mr. Johnson,” said Nurse Goodell, “have you had a rectal exam before?” Jim answered in the affirmative.

“Well, then you should have some idea of how this goes,” she continued. “I’m first going to examine your rectum externally, then I’ll penetrate you with my finger to get a small stool sample. We’ll use that to check for any blood. After that I’ll enter you again for the rectal and prostate exam.”

When she finished speaking she began her external exam. Using both of her gloved hands, she parted Jim’s cheeks and visually inspected the area of skin between them. Next she used her left hand to spread his cheeks apart and ran a finger of her right hand between them.

“No hemorrhoids that I can see. That’s good,” she said.

As Nurse Goodell was speaking she held out her right hand to Nurse Wilson. This was the signal for Nurse Wilson to squeeze a small amount of lubricant on Nurse Goodell’s right index finger. Using her fingers, Nurse Goodell spread the lubricant evenly over the entire length of her index and middle fingers.

“Alright then, Mr. Johnson, you’ll feel just a small bit of pressure as I enter you, but it shouldn’t hurt.” she said.

Nurse Goodell now placed her left hand on Jim’s left cheek and her right index finger against Jim’s awaiting hole. She gently applied additional pressure to his anus and then backed off, seemingly teasing him. After doing this several times, she was finally ready to enter him. She pressed harder and her lubricated index finger easily slipped into Jim’s ass.

“Just breathe normally,” she said reassuringly. Her finger was only about half way into him when she suddenly removed it. Nurse Wilson opened the hemoccult card and handed it to Nurse Goodell who carefully smeared a small sample of Jim’s stool from her finger onto the card.

Nurse Goodell now spoke to Jim again: “Alright Mr. Johnson, I’m going to do the same thing again, but this time I’ll be in there a bit longer for the rectal and prostate exam, so please try to relax.”

As she was speaking, Nurse Wilson applied additional lubricant to Nurse Goodell’s fingers, doing so very carefully to avoid touching the tube of lubricant to her now-contaminated fingers. Nurse Goodell once again placed her left hand on Jim’s left cheek. This time her right middle finger was used to press against his hole and then back off. She repeated this several times. Finally, she pressed harder and penetrated him. This time her middle finger was completely buried in Jim’s ass.

“Just try to relax and breathe normally,” she said.

She slowly turned her finger 180 degrees clockwise, presumably feeling the sides of Jim’s rectum. She now twisted her finger back counter clockwise to its original position and then slowly continued in a counter-clockwise motion. She continued until her finger was now pointing up instead of down and she had been able to feel all sides of his rectum.

“Are you doing alright, Mr. Johnson?” she now asked.

“Yes, I’m OK,” said a voice from the exam table.

The nurse now twisted her finger back to its original starting position and began to visibly apply more pressure, as if she was trying to reach deeper into his rectum.

“I’m going to press on your prostate now so you’ll feel some pressure as though you have to urinate or ejaculate. That’s perfectly normal.” she said.

Jim’s body involuntarily jerked and he let out what can only be described as a loud grunt. I assumed that she must have reached his prostate. She pressed again and Jim once again exhaled loudly, this time raising his head slightly off of the table.

“Just relax, Mr. Johnson,” she said.

As I watched, she pulled her middle finger out about half way and then immediately reentered Jim’s ass, this time using both of her lubricated fingers at the same time. With both fingers now stretching his anal sphincter, she was able to penetrate him more deeply than before. She once again pressed on his prostate, this time with both fingers, causing Jim to let out another involuntarily gasp. At this point, Nurse Goodell was completely focused on her work, but I noticed that Nurse Wilson turned to look at me. I suppose she wanted to see if I was watching the show, as was she, and what my reaction was to seeing my husband’s ass violated like this. Our eyes briefly met and we exchanged smiles.

Nurse Goodell pressed on Jim’s prostate once more time, just for good measure I suppose, and then she removed her fingers. She immediately peeled off both of her exam gloves and disposed of them.

“You can stand up now, Mr. Johnson,” she said.

Nurse Wilson moved to the side of the exam table and helped Jim get up from the table. While Jim got up from the table, Nurse Goodell moved to the counter to make a few additional notes in Jim’s chart. Jim was now standing on the step of the exam table and facing me. I noticed that the tip of his penis was slightly moist. I didn’t see any evidence on the table that he ejaculated, so I assumed that he must have simply leaked a bit due to the prostate exam.

“You can step down, Mr. Johnson,” said Nurse Wilson.

Jim immediately stepped down to the floor and stood there at the foot of the exam table, waiting for any final instructions. Jim was still sporting the erection that he had earlier. It didn’t seem any larger, or smaller, just the same. It appeared that his exam was now over. At least Jim thought it was over based on the look of relief on his face. But I had my doubts. It just didn’t feel over. Why didn’t they give him something to clean himself? After all, his ass was now dripping with lubricant. And why the long pause while Nurse Goodell wrote in his chart? Why was Nurse Wilson still here? Wasn’t her job done? No, I wasn’t convinced that it was over.

After a few more seconds, Jim spoke up. “Can I get dressed now?” he asked.

“No, I’m sorry, not just yet,” came the quick answer from Nurse Goodell. “We still have a few things to cover,” she continued. When she finished writing in his chart, she spoke again, this time addressing Nurse Wilson directly — not Jim.

“Caroline,” she said, “go ahead and give Mr. Johnson one or two Fleets. When he’s all cleaned out I’ll return and do his proctoscopy.”

“Yes, of course Nurse Goodell,” answered Nurse Wilson.

Jim appeared shocked that his exam wasn’t over, and confused because he didn’t understand what was about to happen to him. I had never heard of a proctoscopy before, but I knew that a Fleet was a type of enema. So I had a pretty good idea what was in store for dear old Jim. Jim now spoke up.

“I don’t understand I thought we were done,” he said, “What else do you need to do?”

“Well, Mr. Johnson,” replied Nurse Goodell, “I’m going to use an instrument called a proctoscope to visually inspect your anal cavity and rectum. This isn’t a routine part of every insurance physical that we perform, but it has been specifically requested by your company.” Jim’s face turned white with fear as he began to understand what was about to happen to him.

Nurse Goodell continued: “Nurse Wilson will make sure you’re all cleaned out first so that I can accurately perform the exam.” The two nurses stared at Jim while he looked down at the floor.

“Do you understand, Mr. Johnson?” asked Nurse Goodell.

“Yes, I do,” answered Jim.

“Good, then carry on Caroline and let me know when he’s ready.” Nurse Goodell picked up Jim’s chart, walked to the door and left.

Nurse Wilson now addressed Jim. “I know you weren’t expecting this and I am truly sorry,” she said. “As I tried to make clear earlier, your exam today is quite comprehensive.”

“Let’s just get on with it,” replied Jim.

“I need you back up on the table please, this time lying on your left side,” she said.

While Jim mounted the table again, Nurse Wilson opened the cabinets above the counter and retrieved the supplies she would need. She also pulled exam gloves on both of her hands. As Jim was getting into position, she approached the table with a tube of lubricant and a Fleet enema that was already uncapped . Jim was on his left side with his back toward her.

“Now raise your right knee up to your chest please,” she ordered.

Jim pulled his top leg up to his chest, once again pulling the skin of his cheeks tight and preparing his ass hole for penetration. The nurse squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto two fingers of her right hand. She smeared some of the lubricant along the tip of the plastic enema bottle. She worked the rest of the lubricant between her fingers to ensure that they were completely covered.

“Breathe normally,” she said as her lubricated middle finger approached Jim’s anus. She ran her index finger along the outside of his hole, covering it with lubricant. She seemed to be stroking the outside of his hole with her finger. Next, she pressed against his hole with her middle finger until it easily slid all the way in. She now twisted her finger a bit to make sure that everything was nicely coated with lubricant before removing her finger.

“Alright, here we go, Mr. Johnson, just try to relax,” she said.

She now placed the tip of the enema bottle against his anus and penetrated him with it. Jim let out a slight gasp of air as the tip of the bottle entered him. Once the entire nozzle of the bottle was firmly inserted, she began to squeeze it using slow and even pressure.

“You should start to feel the fluid entering now,” she said.

“Yes, I feel it,” Jim replied. It only took a minute or so for her to empty the entire enema bottle into Jim. When it was empty, she removed it from Jim’s ass and disposed of it.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson,” she said, “You need to stay in that position for about 5 minutes to let the enema work on you. I’ll be back in just a few minutes. Please hold all of the solution until I get back.” With that, she removed her gloves and left the room.

I took the opportunity to get up from my chair and try to comfort Jim.

“Are you alright dear?” I asked.

“Sure, I’m OK I guess. I’m just really sick and tired of this exam. It just goes on and on,” he said. “How much more can they possibly do to me?” he added.

“I don’t know dear, I wasn’t expecting this much either,” I replied. “But you’re doing great, and I’m really enjoying this,” I said.

“Well good,” he said, “at least someone is.”

As the minutes slowly passed, I could tell that Jim was becoming very uncomfortable. The solution was starting to work on him and he was beginning to experience some cramping.

“I really need to go soon,” he said.

“Just hold it for a bit more dear,” I said, “I’m sure the nurse will be back any time now.”

Standing over Jim, it was easy to see that he still had his erection, perhaps even slightly bigger. Wanting to take his mind off of his current situation, I gently took his cock in my hands and started to stroke him.

“Not now Mandy,” was all he said. I removed my hands and went back to my chair. A few minutes more passed when the door finally opened and Nurse Wilson entered.

“How are you doing, Mr. Johnson, can you feel the fluid working on you?” she asked.

“I sure can,” Jim replied, “I need to go right now.”

“Great then,” she replied, “go ahead and expel all of that.”

The nurse helped Jim as he got up from the exam table. He quickly made his way to the toilet at the far end of the exam room and sat down. He immediately expelled the fluid in an explosive burst of pressure. This was followed by several more squirts of fluid. While Jim was on the toilet, the nurse and I both watched Jim from a distance, trying to give him some small amount of privacy.

“Try to expel all of the fluid,” the nurse said.

After a few minutes of expelling the enema, Jim wiped himself using some toilet paper and stood up. His erection was now almost gone.

“Let’s see how you look now,” said the nurse, “please get back on the table, on your left side again.” Jim once again mounted the table and assumed the now-familiar position on his left side.

“Pull your knee up again please,” the nurse ordered. As she approached him, she pulled on another pair of exam gloves.

“Let’s see if you’re clean enough now,” she said. She lubricated the middle finger of her right hand and plunged it deep into Jim’s hole without any warning. No sound was heard from Jim this time, perhaps he was finally getting used to all of these assaults on his ass hole. She twisted her finger 180 degrees clockwise and then reversed direction to examine the other side of his rectum. After this brief exam, she removed her finger and examined her glove, apparently looking for signs of feces.

“Well, you’re definitely cleaner than before,” said the nurse, “but I think Nurse Goodell would prefer you to be just a bit cleaner. So I’m going to give you one more enema.”

“You’re kidding, I really don’t need another one,” moaned Jim.

“I’m afraid so since we need you to be very clean for this exam,” replied the nurse.

Without removing her gloves, Nurse Wilson retrieve another Fleet enema from the cabinet and removed the plastic cover. She once again applied lubricant to the tip and used her fingers to spread it evenly down the entire length of the nozzle.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson, you know the drill, just relax and it will all be over soon,” she said.

As she spoke, she pulled Jim’s cheeks apart and slowly and carefully inserted the tip of the bottle into his anus. Once the tip was in, she quickly inserted the remainder of the nozzle and started to squeeze the bottle. Jim was much quieter this time, but I did hear him let out an audible moan a couple of times. After a minute or so, all of the fluid was dispensed and the nurse removed the enema bottle. The nurse disposed of the empty bottle and removed her gloves.

“OK, stay in that position and I’ll be back in another 5 minutes,” she said as she left the room.

Jim laid on the exam table motionless. I didn’t try to converse with him at all. It was obvious that he wasn’t in the mood to talk. I did watch him with mixed emotions. I felt sorry for him. Sorry that he had to go through all of this. But I had other feelings as well. I was entertained, excited, amazed, and most of all aroused. I expected to be highly entertained watching his exam. But I wasn’t prepared for my high state of arousal. Watching his exam, even uncomfortable parts like this enema, was highly erotic to me. It made me appreciate my dear husband and want him even more. I couldn’t wait to get home and thank him in a most intimate way.

Nurse Wilson returned to the room after a short wait of about 5 minutes.

“Doing OK, Mr. Johnson?” she asked.

“Yes,” was the one word answer from Jim.

“Alright then, let me help you up so you can expel that,” she said.

She walked to Jim’s side and helped him up from the table. Jim sat down on the toilet and once again expelled the fluid. While Jim was on the toilet, the nurse walked to the panel next to the door and pressed a white button which stayed lit. My guess was that this was the signal for Nurse Goodell to return. Nurse Wilson now walked to the counter and retrieved an item from the cabinet, obviously preparing for the next phase in Jim’s exam. I could see that the item was metal and was sealed in a plastic bag. Perhaps it was sterilized after its last use. She opened the bag and placed the instrument on the counter. Jim was now finished on the toilet, had wiped himself off and was walking toward the nurse.

“Is that what she’s going to use on me?” he asked as he saw the instrument laying on the counter. Nurse Wilson quickly covered the instrument with a paper towel as she answered.

“Yes, that’s right, but Nurse Goodell will explain everything to you. Please have a seat on the table.”

Still completely nude, Jim mounted the table and sat down facing me. His legs were spread apart slightly, giving me a nice view of everything that he had between them. His penis was now completely limp and was comfortably resting atop his loose balls. Our eyes met briefly and I give him my best reassuring grin. He half-heartedly smiled back. He seemed relieved that he survived the enemas, but also a bit worried, not knowing exactly what was about to happen. After a short wait, there was a quiet knock on the door and Nurse Goodell entered.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson, I assume you’re all cleaned out and ready to go,” she said.

“Oh yeah, I’m all clean now,” Jim replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Let me explain this next part of the exam,” the nurse said as she approached the counter and picked up the instrument. “This is a proctoscope and it allows me to visually inspect the last six inches or so of your rectum and anal cavity.”

As she was speaking, she held the instrument out so that Jim could inspect it. It consisted of a shiny metal tube that was about five or six inches long and about one inch thick. She was holding the instrument using a metal handle that was connected to one of the ends . There was also a red plunger that was attached to a small hose at the end of the instrument.

Nurse Goodell now continued her explanation to Jim: “After thoroughly lubricating the scope, I’ll slowly insert it into your rectum, at which point I’ll remove this middle piece, called an obturator, and perform the visual inspection.”

She now unlocked and removed the inner portion of the instrument and showed Jim that it was now basically a hollow tube. A shiny, cold, hollow metal tube that she was about to shove up his ass.

“During the process I’ll also pump in some air since that helps to expand your anal cavity to allow better viewing,” she added. “Any questions?”

Jim just sat there staring at the instrument without making a sound. He obviously wasn’t happy about having something like that shoved up his ass. But of course, I couldn’t wait to see it happen.

“Alright then, Caroline please get Mr. Johnson ready and I’ll prepare the scope,” said Nurse Goodell.

“Sure thing,” answered Nurse Wilson. “Mr. Johnson,” she continued, “I need you on the table on your hands and knees.”

Jim stood up from his seated position and mounted the table with his back toward me. Once on the table, he got on his knees and then bent over to support his upper body with his arms.

“That’s just about right,” said the nurse, “just part your legs.” Jim shuffled his legs further apart, moving his knees toward the edges of the exam table.

“That’s better,” said the nurse, “now lower your upper body and rest your head on the table. Just rest your arms at your sides.”

Jim lowered his head to the table, further accentuating the fact that his ass and only his ass was the focus of this examination. It was now prominently positioned for my viewing pleasure and for the nurses assault. With his legs parted, his testicles and penis were also on display as they gracefully hung down between his widely parted legs.

While Nurse Wilson was preparing Jim, Nurse Goodell was busy preparing the scope. After pulling on a pair of exam gloves, she applied a generous amount of lubricant, using her fingers to spread it evenly over the entire length of the metal shaft. Now that Jim was in position, Nurse Wilson repositioned the spot light above the exam table so that it was once again properly aimed at the business end of the exam. She then turned it on and bathed Jim’s pale white ass in bright light.

Nurse Wilson now put on a pair of exam gloves and took the scope as it was handed to her by Nurse Goodell. After adding additional lubricant to her fingers, she approached Jim.

“Now, Mr. Johnson,” she said, “I’m first going to make sure you’re fully lubricated before I attempt to insert the scope.”

As she spoke she placed her left hand on Jim’s left cheek and pressed the middle finger of her right hand against his waiting hole. She applied pressure and her finger easily slipped into his ass. After twisting and turning her finger to spread the lubricant, she slipped a second finger in. She once again twisted and turned her fingers, evenly spreading the lubricant. After a few seconds, she slipped a third finger into his ass. This time she appeared to be stretching his anal sphincter, preparing it to receive the cold metal object. After a minute or so, she removed all of her fingers from Jim’s rectum. Nurse Goodell wiped the excess lubricant from her fingers with a paper towel and then retrieved the scope from Nurse Wilson.

“OK, here we go, Mr. Johnson, you’ll feel some pressure and stretching, but this shouldn’t cause any severe pain,” she said to Jim.

Jim didn’t acknowledge her comments at all and was completely silent. The nurse brought the end of the scope up to his anus and began to apply gentle pressure. She first pushed just the tip of the device into his ass, inserting it maybe a half inch. Once his sphincter relaxed enough to receive it, she slowly pushed further, now inserting the device a full inch into his rectum. She continued to apply gentle and consistent pressure as the scope slipped further into Jim. She seemed to be taking her time, it took more than a full minute for her to bury the scope deep into Jim’s rectum.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson, that’s as far as it goes, how are you doing?” she asked.

“Fine” was heard as the reply from the far end of the exam table.

“Good, then I’ll just have a look and we’ll get this out of you as quickly as possible.”

Using the handle, Nurse Goodell now turned the scope 180 degrees. She then turned the obturator to unlock it and carefully removed it from the middle of the scope. She turned on the light on her otoscope and used it to look through the void in the middle of the scope — directly into Jim’s rectum. While she was viewing the inside of his rectum, she used the hand pump on the scope to add air. After a minute or so of viewing, she carefully replaced the obturator in the middle of the scope. Using the handle, she turned the scope 90 degrees clockwise and repeated the exam, removing the middle part of the scope, viewing, pumping air, etc. She repeated this maneuver two more times, each time turning the scope about 90 degrees before performing her visual inspection.

After awhile I lost interest in her exam and began to focus on Jim. In particular, I was interested to see if her examination was having any affect on Jim’s state of arousal. It was. It was quite obvious that his penis was becoming hard. It was still hanging straight down between his parted legs, but was now much longer and thicker than it was before. He wasn’t fully erect, but he was obviously stimulated by this exam. His testicles were still loosely hanging from his body. How I wished that I could grab them right now, but I couldn’t. That would have to wait until later.

Nurse Goodell now began to ever so slowly remove the scope. Before doing so, she removed the obturator one last time, leaving the middle of the scope open for viewing while it was being removed. She looked through the middle of the scope as she slowly backed it out of Jim’s body. After another minute or so, it was fully removed and handed to Nurse Wilson’s waiting hands for cleanup.

“Alright, Mr. Johnson, your proctoscopy is done,” said Nurse Goodell. Jim immediately raised his head from the table and started to get up before the nurse stopped him.

“No, don’t get up yet, we have a few additional things to cover before you’re completely done,” she said.

Jim obviously thought that the proctoscopy was the icing on the cake. He wasn’t happy to hear that there was still more to this exam. He was now kneeling on the table waiting for the nurse’s next command.

“I’m afraid that your insurance forms also require us to extract a sample of your prostatic fluid,” said Nurse Goodell. “We’ll check it to determine if you have any kind of bacterial infection.”

Upon hearing this news, Nurse Wilson retrieved a culture dish from the cabinet and took a position on the right side of the exam table.

She now ordered Jim into the required position: “Just stay on your knees as you were before, Mr. Johnson, but support your body with your arms,” she said. Jim bent over again, this time supporting himself with his arms instead of resting his head on the table.

“Feet wide apart please, all the way to the edge of the table,” she added.

Nurse Goodell now approached Jim’s ass once again and addressed him: “I am sorry about this, Mr. Johnson, I should have obtained this sample during your initial rectal exam, but I’m afraid I didn’t notice that it was required. I am truly sorry to put you through this again.”

“Let’s just get on with it,” Jim growled.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Johnson. To extract the sample, I will massage your prostate and Caroline will catch the fluid as it is expelled from your penis,” said Nurse Goodell.

When she finished speaking, she nodded to Nurse Wilson, signaling that the exam was about to begin. From her position on the right side of the exam table, Nurse Wilson grabbed Jim’s penis with her left hand. She positioned the tip over the culture dish that she was holding in her right hand. You would think that Jim’s ass had been lubricated enough by now, but out of habit, Nurse Goodell added some more lubricant to her gloved fingers. She then plunged one finger, then two deep into Jim’s ass. She wasn’t twisting or turning her fingers in any way, she was simply pushing. Pushing on a single spot, Jim’s prostate. She continued to push on this one spot, slowing increasing the pressure.

“Now, you may feel the urge to ejaculate, Mr. Johnson, but try not to since we only want the prostatic fluid right now,” she said.

I wondered what she meant by “right now”. Did she really mean that they would also need a sperm sample later? As she was pushing, Jim let out a painful grunt.

“I’m sorry Mr. Johnson, some men find this pleasurable, but I’m told that it can sometimes be painful,” she said. Looking at Jim, it was a little bit of both. Based on the size and firmness of his penis in Nurse Wilson’s hand, he was deriving some pleasure from the procedure. After about one or two minutes of pushing, Jim grunted several times and Nurse Wilson spoke up.

“He just produced some fluid, Nurse Goodell,” she said, “I think it should be enough.”

Nurse Goodell immediately stopped pushing and removed her fingers from Jim’s ass. Nurse Wilson released her grip on Jim’s penis and immediately took the culture dish containing the fluid to the counter and covered it up.

“Please remain in this position, Mr. Johnson,” said Nurse Goodell, “we have one more procedure to perform.”

I could see the full extent of Jim’s arousal now that the nurse was no longer holding his penis. It was once again hanging down between his legs and was quite thick and firm. A very nice erection indeed.

“Go ahead and get a beaker ready, Caroline, we’ll need it for his sperm sample,” said Nurse Goodell.

“Sperm sample?” said Jim, “what are you talking about?”

“Once again, I am very sorry that you weren’t expecting this, Mr. Johnson,” answered Nurse Goodell. “But your insurance forms very clearly require a sample of your ejaculate. And as is the case with all samples that we collect, it must be an observed sample.”

Her words hung in the air for a few seconds while we all made sense of what was about to happen. Not only was my dear husband about to be forced to ejaculate, he must do so while we all watch.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Jim replied.

“As I said, I am truly sorry that you weren’t expecting this,” said the nurse. “But this is a required part of your particular insurance exam. It is the final procedure, but we can’t complete your exam without it.” Throughout this conversation, Jim was still on the exam table on his hands and knees and facing away from us.

“Alright,” sighed Jim, “what do you want me to do?”

“Well, Mr. Johnson,” replied Nurse Goodell, “to be honest, you have the easy part. You really just have to relax and become aroused enough to ejaculate when you’re ready. Nurse Wilson and I will take care of everything else.” Jim must have liked the idea of two nurses jacking him off since he didn’t protest again. I almost stood up and volunteered to help, but I decided to quietly watch the show instead.

Nurse Wilson once again moved to Jim’s right side, carrying a clear glass beaker. Taking Jim’s semi-erect cock in her gloved hand, she applied some lubricant to the entire length of his shaft. Once the lubricant was applied, she started stroking him with her left hand. She held the beaker under the tip of his penis using her right hand.

Nurse Goodell now spoke to Jim: “Now, Mr. Johnson, I need you hold back as long as possible. That will ensure that we get a good sample. Just let it build up a bit and let us know when you’re about to ejaculate, OK?” Jim nodded in agreement.

Nurse Wilson continued to pump her hand up and down Jim’s shaft. I could see that he was now fully hard in her hand. From between his legs, I noticed that his balls were no longer hanging as low as they were before. They had pulled up higher, but were still well defined as two separate spheres in his scrotum.

A few minutes passed and the nurse was still working on Jim’s shaft. He was still fully hard, but it didn’t look like he was getting at all close to ejaculating. I think the nurses expected Jim to shoot his load very quickly, especially after the exam that he had just endured. But they didn’t know my husband. They didn’t realize that he was just getting started and could go like this for a long time. They clearly needed to add additional stimulation if they wanted to speed this along.

After another minute or so, Nurse Goodell realized just that, that more stimulation was needed. Standing behind Jim, she reached between his parted legs and grabbed his balls using both of her gloved hands. She started by gently rubbing them, then quickly moved on to squeezing and lifting them. Ah, now she’s getting the idea, I thought to myself. After another minute or so, Nurse Goodell ramped up the stimulation even more. She applied more lubricant to the fingers of her right hand and pressed them against his anal sphincter. She didn’t enter him, she merely teased him with the pressure from her fingers. During this time her left hand continued to rub and massage both of his balls. After a bit more teasing with her fingers, she slid one finger all the way in. She immediately started pumping her finger in and out of his hole. She wasn’t performing any type of examination this time and she wasn’t pressing on his prostate. She was simply plunging her finger in and out of his ass in a steady rhythm. Jim let out an audible grunt. He was clearly enjoying all of this attention. As she continued to finger fuck him, Jim began to rock back and forth on the table, moving his hips backward in an opposite motion to her finger. As she thrust forward, he pushed back. He wanted more and she sensed this. She now slipped a second finger into his ass and continued to pump in and out in an ever increasing rhythm. She grabbed his balls much tighter now, squeezing them as if she was milking a cow. Nurse Wilson continued stroking his cock, increasing her speed as she sensed that he was getting close.

Jim said one word: “Almost.”

In just a few more seconds, he shot his first load of sticky hot ejaculate into the beaker. This was followed by another burst of fluid, and another, as Nurses Wilson and Goodell continued to work on him until there was no more.

Nurse Wilson took the beaker to the counter and sealed it in preparation for analysis. Meanwhile, Nurse Goodell retrieved several moist towelettes and used them to clean the excess lubricant from Jim’s ass. She then moved to his right side and used another one to clean his penis. Having completed its work, his penis was no longer hard. It was still rather long and thick, but was quickly deflating.

“You can have a seat on the table now,” she said to Jim.

Jim quickly got out of the hands and knees position that he had been in and sat on the edge of the exam table. I could see that his face was red and his chest was wet with sweat. Our eyes met and I mouthed the words: “I love you” to him. He smiled in return. He seemed genuinely relaxed now, knowing that his exam was finally over.

“Good luck, Mr. Johnson, and take care,” said Nurse Wilson as she left the room carrying the latest samples.

“Well, that does finally complete your exam, Mr. Johnson,” said Nurse Goodell as she washed her hands in the sink. “I realize this was much more involved than you originally expected, but I do want to thank you for your cooperation.”

“You’re welcome,” replied Jim.

The nurse continued: “Once we have your labs back, I’ll send all of your paperwork to your insurance company.” She walked toward the door and opened it, but had one final comment before leaving: “There will be some forms waiting for you to sign at the front desk. But please, take as much time as you need. The room is yours for as long as you like. I can assure you that you won’t be disturbed.” The nurse gave Jim a quick wink and a smile and then left.

I got up from my chair as the nurse was leaving. I approach my husband who was still sitting on the edge of the exam table, still totally nude.

“So Mandy, did you enjoy that?” he asked with a big smile on his face.

“Oh, I most certainly did,” I replied as I stepped closer to him.

I placed my arms around his shoulders, leaned in and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. I moved in closer until I was standing right at the foot of the exam table. I pushed his knees apart so I could get closer, allowing his legs to straddle my body and providing me with access to what was between them. I moved both of my hands between his open legs. I grabbed his balls with my left hand and firmly wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the shaft of his cock. I began to fondled his balls and stroke his cock. It didn’t take long before he was hard again.

“Lay back baby,” I said to him.

I temporarily released my grip on him as I helped him to lay back on the exam table. I then helped him to raise his knees and place his feet flat on the edge of the table. I thought about pulling out the stirrups but decided against it. This was good enough. I once again took a position between his parted legs and resumed working on his cock and balls with my hands. After a minute or so, I leaned over him and began to gently kiss and lick the tip of his cock. My right hand then moved down to the base of his cock, allowing me to take his firm manhood more deeply into my open mouth.

“Oh Mandy, that’s so good,” he moaned in pleasure.

I didn’t stop to respond. I continued to take him as deeply as I could in my mouth and to work my tongue over the entire length of his thick shaft. My left hand now released its grip on his balls as I slipped my index finger deep into his ass hole. My ungloved finger slipped in easily due to all of the lubricant that had already been applied. I began to work my finger in and out of his ass in perfect rhythm with my head, which was now bobbing up and down on his cock. I slipped another finger into his ass and my pace quickened. My lips pressed harder on his tight skin as I rode his cock with my mouth. I felt his hands on the sides and back of my head, guiding me up and down the entire length of his shaft. His pelvis began to thrust upward in rhythm with my movements, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth each time my head came down on him. He was almost there. I could tell. And when he finally did come, I knew that I would enjoy it almost as much as he did.

- The End -

I was completely out of breath when I finally reached the locker room. I was worried that I would be late and be in big trouble again. I certainly didn’t need that. But this time, it really wasn’t my fault. My math teacher kept me after class to help me to understand a problem. Even though I was a senior, I still had to take P.E. I’m not sure why, but this school required physical education each and every year of high school. Anyway, I quickly made my way to my locker, dialed the combination and began to change. It looked like I wouldn’t be late this time since a lot of the other guys were still changing for class. I quickly slipped off my street clothes and replaced them with my P.E. uniform.

I had to rush this time, but to be honest, I usually like to take my time changing since it provides me with the opportunity to sneak a peek at the other guys. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay or anything, I do like girls. It’s just that I don’t get the opportunity to see them naked very often. And I’ve been so incredibly horny since I turned 18 a month ago. Well, to be honest, I think I’ve been incredibly horny for the last few years. I guess I look at the other guys because they happen to be right there next to me. And I suppose that’s better than nothing. I’ve also caught a few of the other guys looking at me. That’s OK, I don’t mind it. I suppose it’s only fair since I look at them. And I do think I have a fit body. I’m not ashamed of it.

When I do sneak a peak, I try not to look too long. I don’t want to get so excited that I pop a boner. That almost happened my freshmen year when I first started high school. I wasn’t prepared for how different high school P.E. is compared to middle school. I already experienced changing in front of the other guys into my gym shorts and T-shirt. We did that back in middle school and it was no big deal. But in middle school we always kept our underwear on and just swapped our long pants for gym shorts. Here in high school things are much more complicated. Now, our teacher, Coach Adams requires us to wear an athletic supporter during P.E. instead of our regular underwear. He said we’re at the age when we’re all developing into young men so we need the extra support. Whatever. So now when we change for gym, we have to first take off everything and then put on a jockstrap.

My freshmen year was the first time I had to follow these new rules changing for P.E. I remember being really nervous the first time I had to remove my underwear. After completely undressing, I quickly pulled on my jockstrap for the first time, hoping to hide my nudity. The problem was that it held my cock and balls very snugly. And it felt good. And I could feel the cool air on my bare ass. And it felt good. And I felt the rear straps of the jock digging into my bare skin as I moved. And it felt good. And then I made my fatal mistake. I looked over at the boy standing right next to me while he was changing. I watched as he bent over to pull his jockstrap up between his legs. I watched as he pulled up the rear straps to frame his bare ass and as he adjusted himself in the front pouch. Well, that was all it took. I felt the mound within my jockstrap pouch begin to grow. I just couldn’t help myself. I quickly pulled my gym shorts on, hoping to cover up before anyone could see the beginning of my boner. And I was lucky. By the time I finished dressing and ran into the gym for attendance that special feeling between my legs had subsided. But I learned my lesson. From that point on, I always tried to control myself and limit my recreational viewing.

I quickly finished changing and ran into the gym for attendance. I made my way to my assigned position on the gym floor just in time to hear my name called by my P.E. teacher: “Jim Johnson?”

“Here,” I replied. Yes, I made it. No tardy penalty today. It seemed like this would be just another routine gym period. We’d probably shoot some baskets and run a few laps around the gym. Then we’d have to shower and get dressed. Little did I know that those plans were about to dramatically change.

Just as Coach Adams was finishing attendance, we saw one of the senior girls enter the gym. As she walked in we all hollered and whistled at her. After all this is the boy’s gym and we don’t normally see girls in here.

“Quiet down gentlemen, that’s enough of that,” he said.

I knew who she was, since I had seen her before. Her name was Stephanie. I always thought she was really cute, and I liked the way she smiled at me when I said “Hi” to her in the hallway. She walked right up to Coach Adams and handed him a note. As he read it to himself, Stephanie surveyed the crowd of boys that was on display before her. She was smiling as she gave each of us a quick once over, sometimes stopping momentarily at one of the boys to give him a more thorough look. We were all on display before her and she knew that we couldn’t do anything about it.

“Alright, listen up,” barked the coach. “I need these four men up here immediately.” I liked the way he always referred to us as “men”. For some reason that made me feel more grown up. He called us that even when we were just freshmen boys.

He read the list aloud, pausing between each name: “Mark Collier, Kevin Lucas, Jim Johnson and David Thomas.”

What? Jim Johnson? Why, that’s me. I watched as the three other boys made their way to the front of the gym. The boys that were near me were all staring at me.

“Get up there,” someone said, “he called your name.”

As I walked toward the front of the gym to join the others I was trying to figure out what I had done this time to be called out for special attention. I figured the four of us must be in some kind of trouble. But I had no idea just how memorable the next 45 minutes would be.

“OK gentlemen,” said the coach, “you four are to follow this young lady to the nurse’s office.”

“What for, coach?” asked Kevin.

“Don’t worry,” responded the coach. “None of you are in any trouble. It’s only some routine business with the school nurse. But it will take the entire class period.”

“Well, should we get dressed first?” asked David.

“No, there’s no time for that,” replied Coach Adams, “you need to go right now.” “I think it will be OK if you wear your gym clothes. You’ll return here to change clothes when the nurse is done with you.”

As the coach was speaking, Stephanie approached him and quietly said something to him, drawing his attention to a particular part of the note. She was apparently very familiar with the written instructions.

“Oh, I see, thank you for clarifying that,” he said to her, “I didn’t notice that part.” He now turned and addressed the four of us. “Gentlemen, I have been informed that not only are your gym clothes acceptable, it is assumed that you will wear them. That’s why you’re being called out of P.E. instead of another class.”

With that, Stephanie led the way out of the gym, and the four of us reluctantly followed a few steps behind her. The nurse’s office was one floor up and on the other end of the building, so it took a minute or two for us to make our way through the now-empty hallways. Stephanie was dressed in all white today, wearing clean white shorts and a white jacket. She looked good as always.

“What’s this all about?” asked Kevin.

Without slowing down she turned to answer. “Oh, it’s nothing to be worried about, you’ll see.”

“Well, why did they send you to get us, Stephanie?” I asked.

“Well,” she answered “I’ve been helping the nurse lately.” “You see, I’m planning on a career in nursing and the school nurse has allowed me to assist her with a few things. Just for the experience and to see if a nursing career is really right for me.” She looked at me and smiled as she was answering. I wondered to myself what kind of things she was referring to.

We made our way to the nurse’s office and followed Stephanie as she went in. I’ve only been here once before, and that was last year when I had a touch of the flu. I remember the nurse was middle aged, maybe 45 or 50, and a bit overweight. But she was very nice to me. She ended up calling my mom to come and get me. As we entered the nurse’s office, we were in a small room that is immediately off of the main hallway. That’s where the nurse took care of me last year. It has a desk, a couple of chairs and a small bed where you can lie down. But this time Stephanie led us right through that room into a second room that was much larger. A room that I’ve never seen before. But as I saw what was inside the second room, I immediately became very apprehensive. This little visit to the school nurse was not looking good at all.

The first thing we all saw was Nurse Fisher, the school nurse, dressed in a white nurse’s uniform. She had a handful of manila folders in her hand and she seemed to be shuffling papers in and out of them. When she saw us enter the room behind Stephanie, she immediately greeted us.

“Come in gentlemen, please line up over there,” she said, pointing to the wall just to the right of the doorway.

After leading us into the room, Stephanie took a position next to Nurse Fisher. As we took our place against the wall, Nurse Fisher continued to shuffle her papers. This was our chance to survey the room. This was obviously an exam room of some type, since it had all of the accessories that you would expect to see in a real doctor’s office. But it was much larger than any exam room I have ever seen. There was not one, but two full-size exam tables, a scale for measuring weight and height, two small rolling stools and a counter-top that wrapped continuously around the other three walls. On the counter were the typical instruments that you would expect a doctor to use such as stethoscopes, little rubber hammers and those things that they use to look in your ear. I also saw several boxes that were labeled “latex exam gloves” on the side of the box and several squeezable tubes next to them with a blue and white label.

It was now quite obvious that we were here for some type of examination. We just didn’t have any idea what kind of examination it would be. I was trying to convince myself that it was just a simple screening of some sort. Maybe it was another scoliosis screening. I remember having that done a couple of years ago. If so, that wouldn’t be too bad. You only have to remove your shirt for that. Perhaps that’s why Stephanie is still here. A scoliosis screening like that might be one of the “things” that she assists with. As she said, just for the experience. But I was still puzzled by what the coach said, that we were expected to wear our gym clothes. A simple scoliosis screening wouldn’t require any special clothing. No, something else was about to happen and it probably wouldn’t be good.

“OK gentlemen,” Nurse Fisher said. “First of all I need to make sure we have the right boys with us today and that all of you are 18.” She then took her own form of attendance. “Please raise your hand as I call your name.”

She read through the same list of our names and we obediently raised our hands in turn. But she wasn’t reading from a list. She was reading the names off of the manila folders in her hand. It looked like there was a separate folder dedicated to each one of us. Lucky us. As she read our names, she also asked us for our birth date and compared it to her records.

As she was about to finish her roll call, another woman walked into the room. “Oh great, you made it,” said Nurse Fisher, “I was beginning to think that I would have to handle this first group all by myself.”

“So sorry,” said the new woman, “there was a wreck on the highway just before exit 7 and I had to take an unexpected detour.”

“No problem,” replied Nurse Fisher, “I’m just glad that you made it.” The school nurse now addressed us. “Gentlemen, this is Nurse Mitchell. She is a licensed nurse practitioner and she will be conducting your examinations today.”

The new nurse looked at us and smiled. “Hello gentlemen.” She was much younger than the school nurse, perhaps only 25 to 30. And she looked very fit in her white nurse’s uniform. It seemed to fit her in all the right places.

“I will be assisting Nurse Mitchell with your examinations,” the school nurse continued. “And, some of you might know Stephanie,” she said turning toward Stephanie. “She will also be assisting today by recording the results in your files.” Oh great, I thought to myself, we have a whole team of females that will be conducting some kind of examination. That was definitely overkill for just a simple screening.

The school nurse now addressed us directly. “Now, gentlemen, today you will participate in a new county-wide health initiative that is designed to identify potential health problems. This is the first year of this program, and all 12th grade, 18 year old boys in the county will eventually participate. Each boy will participate as they turn 18, as you four boys are. In fact, you four boys are the first group in our school to participate in the program. Your parents have been provided with the details of this new program and I have signed permission slips from all of them giving their approval.” For just a moment I looked away from Nurse Fisher and saw Stephanie with a big grin on her face. And it seemed to be getting wider.

Nurse Fisher continued to explain what was about to happen. “Today, as part of this program, each of you will receive a routine health assessment, otherwise known as a physical examination.” Just great, I thought to myself. How dare my parents give their approval for something like this! I’d rather be back in the gym shooting baskets right now. Nurse Fisher now continued. “Since your parents have registered you for this program, your initial examination today is mandatory. I know you boys weren’t expecting this today, but if we all cooperate we can speed this along and get you out of here by the end of this class period.”

After a short pause, Nurse Fisher piled on the bad news. “Your examination today will be routine, but also fairly complete. And even though you are wearing your gym clothes, you will be required to undress further. In fact, we called you out of your P.E. class so that you would have less clothing to remove.” The silence in the room was deafening upon receipt of that little bit of information.

“OK, any questions boys?” Nurse Fisher asked.

We all just looked at each other in utter shock. Our only question was how did we get into this mess, but I’m sure she wasn’t going to answer that one.

“Good,” she said, “then to get started, I need all of you to remove your shoes, socks, T-shirt and gym shorts. You can leave your underwear on, for now.” Our shock now turned to horror as we were being ordered to undress in front of them.

“But Nurse Fisher,” Kevin chimed in, “we just came from P.E. class, so we’re not wearing, um, our normal underwear. They make us wear a …”

Nurse Fisher now interrupted Kevin in mid sentence. “Oh yes, that’s right. I’m aware of the physical education department rules. I know that you boys are required to wear an athletic supporter in P.E. That’s what I meant by underwear. Please leave your supporter on, but everything else must be removed now.” I looked at Stephanie and saw that she had a wide grin on her face.

There are moments in your life when time seems to stand still. And the blood rushes out of your head until you feel like you’re going to pass out because you feel your own heart beating. And you finally know what a deer feels like looking into the headlights of an oncoming car. That’s the way I felt at that exact moment. I didn’t plan on any of this and I didn’t want to go through with this. I wanted to run out the door and hide somewhere. But I knew that I couldn’t hide. They would eventually find me.

“Go ahead boys, get undressed now, we need to get started,” ordered Nurse Mitchell.

As we all began to undress, the females in the room took turns washing their hands at the sink. I was down to my gym shorts when I turned to look at Kevin who was next to me. He had just finished stepping out of his shorts and was standing there wearing only his jockstrap. Next to him was Mark who, like me, still had his gym shorts on. In unison we both pulled down our shorts and stepped out of them, leaving us with only our jockstraps as cover. On my right side was David who likewise was now almost nude like the rest of us. There was a long bench against the wall behind us and I turned around to place my shorts on the pile with my other clothes. As I did so, it struck me for the first time that with my back turned toward the room my bare ass was now on display, being nicely framed by the rear straps of my jock. I quickly turned around and saw Stephanie facing our direction, and her eyes were not at eye-level. It seemed that she had been enjoying the view of our backsides. I wasn’t sure which was worse, having her see my bare ass, or the front of my jockstrap. I decided that this whole situation was very, very wrong.

Now that we were undressed, we all faced the females in the room. Mark and Kevin held their hands in front of themselves to try and maintain some sense of modesty. David and I stood with our arms at our sides. Stephanie handed Nurse Mitchell the first folder and the second to the school nurse. She kept the other two folders herself.

“I’ll start with Mark Collier,” said Nurse Mitchell, “can you please come up here son?” Mark walked toward the examination table that was next to the nurse. As he walked, his bare ass was on display to the three of us that were still waiting against the wall. I thought to myself how embarrassing this must be for him. It was bad enough standing there in just my jockstrap, but it was much worse when you had to walk around the room like that. But then I realized that I would soon be in the same situation.

“Go ahead and have a seat up here on the table,” she said while patting the top of the exam table.

“And I need Kevin Lucas over here please,” said the school nurse. She then issued some additional orders to the entire group. “Boys, when it’s not your turn, I need you to stand and wait patiently against the wall. We will run all of you through just part of the exam before we move on to the next part, so I don’t think you’ll have to wait very long.”

Kevin walked toward the school nurse, as did Stephanie. It looked like she was going to assist the school nurse with her part of the exam. David and I had to wait our turns, but we did get to watch the show. This meant that we had more time to be nervous about our own exams.

I watched as Nurse Mitchell began Mark’s exam. She looked in his eyes and ears, looked up his nose and checked his throat. She was also feeling around his neck, and basically limiting her exam to everything from the neck up. As she proceeded with her exam, she made notes in Mark’s folder. At the same time, Kevin was standing on the scale and the school nurse, with Stephanie’s assistance, was recording his height and weight. When they finished with his height and weight, they used a cloth measuring tape to record measurements from other parts of his body. I personally have never been measured like that and I wasn’t looking forward to my turn, especially considering the small amount of clothing that I was wearing.

Like clockwork, both nurses seemed to finish with their part of the exam at about the same time. “OK Mark, you can go wait over there,” said Nurse Mitchell pointing toward the wall. Mark stepped down from the table and came back to stand next to me. That was Stephanie’s cue to pass the next set of folders to the two nurses.

Nurse Mitchell looked at the name on the folder and announced her next patient’s name. “OK, Kevin Lucas, you can hop up here.” Kevin moved from the weighing station to Nurse Mitchell’s exam table where he began to receive the same examination of his ears, eyes, nose and throat.

Nurse Fisher and Stephanie were left without a patient so I had a pretty good idea what was about to happen next. “Jim Johnson, it’s your turn over here please,” said Nurse Fisher. I walked over to the scale and got on as directed. The nurse was next to me adjusting the weights on the scale and Stephanie was directly behind me. I could almost feel the heat from her eyes as she was surveying my bare backside. I was then instructed to turn around so they could record my height. That meant I was now directly facing Stephanie, who still seemed to have that same grin on her face. “Please stand up straight and put your hands at your sides” said Nurse Fisher. Now I couldn’t even use my hands to cover myself.

I was instructed to step off the scale so they could begin the rest of my measurement. After watching how they measured Kevin I knew that they started at the top of your head and worked their way down. Sure enough, that’s what they did with me. They started by measuring my head and neck. Then they had me hold my arms out while they measured my biceps and my chest. For that, the nurse got very close to me while she ran the two ends of the tape around my back so they met at my chest. As each measurement was taken, she said it out loud so Stephanie could record it in my chart. She then moved down to measure my waist and my hips. In each case, she held the tape so that the two ends met near the center of my body. That position caused her to hold the tape right against the front of my jockstrap. I immediately felt the contact from the backs of her fingers, startling me because I wasn’t expecting it.

She finished by crouching down in front of me and measuring the inside of my legs. “Please move your legs further apart for me,” she requested. As she measured my inseam, I once again felt contact with her fingers, this time pressing on the bottom of the pouch holding my balls. I looked straight ahead, which is where Stephanie just happened to be.

Just as Nurse Fisher was finishing with me, I heard Nurse Mitchell tell Kevin that she was done with him. He now walked back to the wall to wait. Now it was my turn with Nurse Mitchell and I walked over and had a seat on her exam table. David, the fourth member of our little group, was now called up for weighing and measuring with the school nurse.

Nurse Mitchell performed the same type of exam on me as she did with the previous boys, checking everything from the neck up. As she looked in my eyes she was very close to me, close enough for me to catch her scent. She smelled clean and a little sweet, as if she had just bathed and put on some cologne. She was very pleasant. She quickly finished with me and sent me back to the wall to stand next to Mark and Kevin.

It was now Mark’s turn to be measured while David moved to Nurse Mitchell’s station. As David walked over to the exam table, I noticed a slight mound in the front of his jockstrap. I’ve seen David before in the locker room, and I’ve never noticed a mound like that. He was obviously a little bit aroused by all of this and it showed. You could clearly see that he was pointing up in his jock. The bad news for him was that our exam was just beginning.

The nurses finished with Mark and David and for a brief moment we were all once again together, standing at the wall. But the lull in activity was all too brief. “Mark, it’s your turn again,” said Nurse Mitchell.

“And Kevin I’m ready for you over here,” ordered the school nurse.

It seemed that they had a very organized system of rotating us between the two exam stations. As I watched Mark and Kevin walk to their respective stations, I wondered just how far these examinations would go. Nurse Fisher did say that we could keep our underwear on “for now”. So I figured that sooner or later we’d have to briefly pull down our jockstrap, probably for a hernia exam. I looked around the room expecting to see a privacy screen or curtain in the room. There wasn’t one.

Nurse Mitchell now had a stethoscope in her ears and was using it to listen to Mark’s chest and back. He was sitting on the exam table and you could see that he was taking deep breaths and holding them while she was listening. At one point she moved around behind him and was thumping her fingers on his back.

I turned my attention to Kevin’s exam, knowing that I’d be going through the same exam in just a few short minutes. Kevin was sitting on the exam table and Nurse Fisher was pushing and pulling his arms and shoulders. I assumed she was performing some type of orthopedic exam of his muscles and joints.

“Go ahead and lie back for me, Kevin,” I heard Nurse Fisher say. “And bend your knees,” she added. Kevin was now flat on his back with his knees in the air and his feet flat on the table. From our position against the wall, David and I could see everything between Kevin’s open legs. Of course the school nurse had an even better vantage point, as did Stephanie who was now standing just to the side of the exam table.

“Now, cross your right leg over your left knee for me,” said Nurse Fisher. The nurse again pushed and pulled on Kevin, this time checking out his legs, hips and thighs.

Until I saw Kevin in that position, I never realized just how completely exposed we all were in our jockstraps. With his knees bent and his legs wide apart you could very clearly see the outline of his cock and balls through the mesh pouch of his jock. And you could see where the two rear straps were sewn together with the front pouch. They formed a three-point arrow pointing right to his ass hole which was pink and now very prominently on display. With Kevin exposed like that, I noticed that he had a little bit of curly dark hair that came out of the sides and bottom of his jock. I’ve seen him in the shower before, and I know that he has a pretty big set of low-hanging balls. But I’ve never noticed that much hair on them before. He also has a long cock to go with them, certainly much longer than mine. Kevin didn’t play on any of the school teams, but of the four of us, he was clearly the most athletic. He was very muscular and fit and looked like he played some kind of sport. I think Stephanie also noticed how good Kevin looked. She seemed to be paying more attention to him than the rest of us.

I briefly took a look to see how Mark’s exam was going. Nurse Mitchell now had him lying down and she was listening to his chest with the stethoscope.

“Go ahead and stand up Kevin,” I heard Nurse Fisher say. I turned back to see Kevin standing up and moving to the middle of the room facing away from us. Nurse Fisher moved behind him and briefly examined his back. Stephanie was right next to her recording everything that the nurse said. I then saw Kevin bend over and touch his toes while Nurse Fisher once again checked his back. I was thinking to myself how embarrassing that position was. Kevin was mooning the whole room on command. All we could see was his bare ass framed by the two white straps of his jock. As a final indignity, she had Kevin squat down, place his hands on his head and do a duck walk. I really wasn’t looking forward to this part of the exam.

This time Mark was finished before Kevin and he returned to our waiting area at the wall. Nurse Mitchell patiently waited for the school nurse to finish with Kevin since she knew that she would examine him next.

“OK Kevin,” said the school nurse, “you can head over to Nurse Mitchell now.”

Stephanie handed my folder to the school nurse. “Your turn Jim,” she said. I walked over and took a seat on the exam table. Just as she did with Kevin, she began by examining my arms and shoulders. She moved them into various positions and systematically pushed or pulled on them.

“Now resist please,” she said, indicating that I needed to try and resist her movement. She also briefly looked at my wrists and fingers. “Go ahead and lie back Jim and raise your knees,” she ordered. I did as instructed, raising my knees and keeping my feet flat on the table. I kept my knees together, but she wouldn’t have any of that. She immediately separated my feet and positioned them at the edges of the exam table. In the process I was now exposed the same way that I saw Kevin exposed. As my cheeks separated, I felt the cool air on my exposed ass hole. She raised and moved my legs one at a time to examine them in the same way she did Kevin’s.

As she began the examination of my legs and knees, I looked over at Mark and David who were waiting at the wall. They were both looking at me and smiling. I knew that they could see everything between my legs, including my exposed ass hole. I guess that was more interesting to them than Kevin’s exam on the other table. I also noticed that Stephanie seemed to move a little closer to Nurse Fisher once I got into this position. She obviously didn’t want to miss out on the great view between my legs. At that moment I realized just how much Stephanie was enjoying this. She wasn’t just a passive observer. No, she always seemed to maneuver herself into the best possible viewing position. And at that moment, the thought of being on display and exposed like this and having her watch me and enjoy it — that was enough to start the blood rushing to my cock. I felt the first stirrings of an erection.

“Now stand up and face that way please,” Nurse Fisher said, pointing to the wall on her left. I took my position as she and Stephanie moved in behind me to examine my back. At least I was facing away from everyone, so they couldn’t see that I was starting to get hard. I knew that my backside was on display to the entire room, but I also knew that my position was about to get even worse.

“Now bend over and touch your toes please,” she ordered. I obediently bent over, further exposing myself. I felt the nurse’s hands on my back as if she was feeling each vertebra. It seemed like I was in this humiliating position forever when she said “OK, you can stand up now, you’re done.”

I was congratulating myself that I didn’t have to do the duck walk when Stephanie chimed in. “But Nurse Fisher, doesn’t he need to do the duck walk? That’s on the form.” Darn, I guess she forgot. Leave it to Stephanie to remind her.

“Oh yes, that’s right, sorry Jim, I need you to squat down, place your hands on top of your head and walk.” I assumed the position and waddled across the room while they observed me. I never thought about it before, but there is no dignified way to do a duck walk, especially when you’re stripped to just a jockstrap. You can’t keep your legs or knees close together, so everything is flung wide open. And once again everything is exposed and on display, including the increasing mound held by my jockstrap.

“Alright Jim, that’s enough,” Nurse Fisher said, “you can head over to Nurse Mitchell.”

As I stood up I saw that Kevin had already made his way back to the wall and Nurse Mitchell was patting the exam table; “Hop on up here Jim” she said. As I sat down on her exam table, Nurse Fisher called David over to her station. Nurse Mitchell began by taking my pulse and checking my blood pressure. She then began her exam of my chest and back using her stethoscope. “Breathe in and hold it” she would say, followed by “OK, breathe normally.” She repeated this several times on my chest and back, listening to my lungs and heart. She also placed the stethoscope on my neck and listened there for a few seconds.

“Alright, lie back Jim,” she ordered. She listened to several locations on my chest. As I was lying there, I could tell that my cock was still a bit aroused. I wondered if the other guys could tell. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it could certainly get there if I wasn’t careful.

“Alright, all done for now, Jim,” she said. That was my cue to get up and join the other guys at the waiting wall.

David and Mark took their turns at their remaining stations. While he was being examined by Nurse Mitchell, I noticed that David has a completely hairless chest, just like a little boy’s chest. The few times I have seen him in the locker room, I never noticed any hair. I guess he’s just a late bloomer. But right now, David was aroused. He was still sporting a noticeable start to an erection. I guess the excitement of being undressed and receiving all of this attention was just too much for him. I wondered to myself whether we would eventually see what was trying so hard to get out of his jock.

Mark was now on his back with his legs up in the air receiving his orthopedic exam. I know Mark and have some classes with him, but I’ve never actually seen him in the locker room or shower. But unlike David, I could clearly see that Mark had plenty of hair. He had plenty of hair on his chest, arms and legs, and also around his genitals. Mark was blond and his hair was harder to see against his pale skin. But it was there, I could see curly blond hair coming out the sides of his jock while his legs were parted. Mark was on the Jr. Varsity track team at school and he was definitely in good shape, but he wasn’t as muscular as Kevin. But since he ran track, his legs and thighs looked especially firm. In a few minutes David and Mark were finished and we were all back at the wall waiting to see what the next round would be like.

Stephanie immediately began the next round by handing the nurses their respective patient folders.

“Over here Mark,” called Nurse Fisher.

“And Kevin, I’m ready for you over here,” said Nurse Mitchell.

Mark and Kevin walked over to their stations to begin the next part of the exam. I was wondering to myself what this next part might include. It seemed to me that they were running out of body parts to examine.

“Lie down on the table for me Mark,” said Nurse Mitchell. Once he was in position she began to examine his abdomen, pushing her fingers deep into him as she moved her way down the front of his body.

I turned my attention to Kevin’s exam. He was standing in front of Nurse Fisher and Stephanie. The nurse was listening to his heart with her stethoscope. I thought this was strange since Nurse Mitchell already listened to our heart.

“OK that’s good,” I heard Nurse Fisher say to him. “Now I need you to run in place to raise your heart rate,” she continued, “then I’ll check you again.” She moved Kevin away from the exam table to give him more room to run in place. He began running in place, slowly at first, while Nurse Fisher looked at her watch.

“Higher please, lift your legs higher,” ordered the nurse. Kevin obeyed and raised his legs much higher with each stride.

“How long do I have to do this?” Kevin asked.

“Oh, only about 2 more minutes,” she answered.

Kevin’s arms naturally moved back and forth as he was running. Nurse Fisher moved to Kevin’s side to observe him while Stephanie moved directly behind him. She was also observing him very intently. David and I were directly facing him so it looked like he was running toward us. I noticed once again how fit Kevin was. You could see the muscles in his thighs and legs with each stride that he took. His chest expanded and contracted as his breathing was now more labored. The pouch of his jockstrap moved up and down slightly as he ran, the mesh material was being tugged tighter against his body by the movement of his legs. I looked at Stephanie and saw that she was now smiling. She was still directly behind him and still watching his every movement. I could only imagine the view that she had of him running from behind.

I briefly turned my attention back to Mark’s exam with Nurse Mitchell. She was still performing an abdominal exam, but by now she was pushing much lower on his body and was very close to his genitals. The mound in his jock looked bigger than before. I guess the abdominal exam must feel pretty good to him.

Just as I turned back to watch Kevin again, Nurse Fisher spoke: “OK, that’s enough Kevin, stop running and stand still.” Kevin immediately stopped running and the nurse once again began to listen to his heart with her stethoscope. Kevin’s chest was still rapidly moving up and down while he tried to catch his breath. After a brief minute, Nurse Mitchell finished with Mark and he joined us back at the wall. It was now his turn to enjoy the show.

“OK, you’re done Kevin, head over to Nurse Mitchell,” said Nurse Fisher. Kevin moved to Nurse Mitchell’s station and she immediately had him lie down for his abdominal exam.

“Your turn Jim,” said Nurse Fisher. I walked over to begin my cardiac test. As she did previously with Kevin, Nurse Fisher started by having me stand next to the exam table while she listened to my heart. I could feel the metal of her stethoscope as she pressed it against my chest.

“OK Jim, move over here and start running for me,” she ordered. I took a few steps away from the table and began my exercise session. I started running in place as the nurse moved to my side. I didn’t see Stephanie anywhere so I assumed that she was watching the action from behind me as she did with Kevin. I thought I was lifting my legs high enough but apparently I wasn’t.

“Higher please, lift your legs higher,” ordered the nurse. I complied by lifting them even higher. “And pick up the pace please, a little bit faster,” she continued. Wow, this was harder than it looked.

I continued running at this rate for at least 2 minutes. I was lifting my legs high, so each time I raised my legs I felt the rear straps of my jock dig into my bare ass. I imagined that I was putting on quite a show for Stephanie, and that she was probably enjoying the view of my almost-bare ass as I ran for her. I started to feel a small amount of sweat build up on parts of my body; under my arms, on my chest and in the pouch that was now bobbing up and down between my legs. I also felt a drop or two of sweat roll down my back, making its way to the crack between my cheeks. The good news was that all of this running seemed to take my mind off of other things, and my erection started to subside.

“OK, that’s enough Jim,” Nurse Fisher said, “come and stand over here.” I stopped running and made my way back to the exam table. As I stood there trying to catch my breath, the nurse pressed her stethoscope against my slightly-moist chest. I looked over to see Kevin lying on Nurse Mitchell’s exam table. She was pressing very low on his abdomen, almost at his genitals.

Nurse Mitchell finished with Kevin and it was now my turn for the abdominal exam. David took my place at the running test. After I lay back on the table, Nurse Mitchell began her exam by pressing on my upper abdomen, what I would call my stomach and all around it. I think she was pressing on my liver and spleen but I’m not really sure.

“Take a deep breath and hold it,” she would say, followed by “Alright, let it out.” While I held my breath she would press deeply on my side. Each time I felt the pressure from her fingers.

“Any pain?” she would ask.

I thought like saying “Yeah, you’re hurting me with your fingers,” but instead I just answered “No.” She continued with this type of exam, systematically moving lower on my abdomen.

“Raise your knees for me Jim,” she said. When I did she repeated the pushing on that area of my abdomen. She was now below my naval and was continuing to press in my pubic area. I felt her pull down the waistband of my jockstrap in front, ever so slightly, maybe just a half inch or so. I was wearing a swimmer/jogger style jockstrap which has a smaller waistband, but I guess it was still in her way.

“I’m just going to check your pulses now,” she said. She put the stethoscope in her ears and pressed the other end to my pubic area. She listened to my left side for a few seconds, then moved to the right side and did the same thing. Her close contact with this area of my body was very stimulating. I could feel my erection starting once again.

Nurse Mitchell completed my abdominal exam and I was sent back to the wall to wait. Next, David took his turn with Nurse Mitchell and Mark went over to Nurse Fisher and Stephanie for his running test. I watched as David received the same type of abdominal exam that I just received, while Mark was facing us and running in place. You could tell that Mark was on the track team. Even though he was only running in place, his running seemed very natural and fluid. He didn’t waste energy with unnecessary movements. Once again I could see that his thighs and legs were especially tight and fit. And I could tell that his arousal, which I first noticed during his abdominal exam, was still there and even increasing. Looking at him I felt a slight twinge of movement in my own cock. But for now, I focused more on David as Nurse Mitchell moved lower on his abdomen. He was wearing a full size jockstrap with the wide waistband. I watched as she pulled down the front slightly and checked his pulses. I was trying to spot any pubic hair as she pulled down his jock but I didn’t see any.

This round of examinations was now complete and all of us were once again at the wall. “OK gentlemen,” started Nurse Fisher, “first of all, I want to thank you for your cooperation with the exam so far. The good news is that we have only a few additional parts of the exam to complete, so you’re almost done. However, in order to complete your exams, we do need you to finish undressing!”

Oh great, I thought to myself – this is exactly what I was afraid of, now we have to strip completely. I looked around again to see if there was a privacy curtain or partition anywhere in the room, but there wasn’t. So I assumed that we were going to strip down completely, right here in front of everyone!

“Any questions gentlemen?” Nurse Fisher asked. We just looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders, not knowing if she wanted us to strip right now or wait until we were called up for our exam. But before anyone had a chance to ask that particular question, we receive our answer.

“OK, then let’s get those supporters off right now,” she ordered.

As the words left her mouth, I once again felt blood rushing to my cock. We were now being ordered to remove our last shred of clothing, our lowly jockstraps. They were all that stood between us and total nudity in front of these three females.

“But what about her?” asked David, pointing at Stephanie. “She doesn’t need to be here, does she?” he asked. Personally, I thought it was a very good question.

“Well,” answered Nurse Mitchell, “Nurse Fisher and I have already discussed that situation and we agreed that since Stephanie is pursuing a nursing career, it is appropriate for her to stay and assist.” Stephanie just stood there smiling at us.

Kevin now objected: “But, I don’t think my parents would approve of her being here.”

“Oh, they already have,” answered Nurse Fisher, “the permission forms that they signed indicated that non-medical personnel may attend the examinations for training purposes, so I can assure you that everything is in order.”

“Besides,” said Nurse Mitchell, “I’m sure you boys have seen each other in the locker room and showers before. And as far as the females in the room are concerned, I think we all know what you boys have under your supporters anyway. I mean, it’s not really a secret.”

The three females in the room were now standing and staring at us, waiting for us to comply with their order to strip. Since it didn’t look like we had a choice, we all reluctantly pulled down our jockstraps and removed them. As I pulled mine down, I first turned around to face the wall. I knew that they now had a great view of my bare ass, but I figured that was better than the alternative. I bent over to pull my jock all the way down to my ankles, stepped out of it, and then picked it up and put in on the pile with my other gym clothes. Kevin also did the same thing, turning around before he stripped off his jock. Now completely nude, I turned around to face the females in the room, joining the other boys who were also now nude.

We all instinctively stood with our feet together, and our genitals covered with our hands. We all knew that we would eventually have to uncover ourselves, but none of us wanted to stand there completely uncovered. However, our new sense of modesty seemed to upset Nurse Mitchell.

“Now boys,” said Nurse Mitchell, “we really don’t have time for any false modesty today. You’re not going to make this difficult, are you?” She just stood there, apparently waiting for us to uncover ourselves. We didn’t answer her and we didn’t move our hands.

“Well,” she continued, “we do need to complete your exam one way or another, so if you won’t cooperate we’ll need to be a little stricter and set a few ground rules.” We looked at each other, wondering what kind of rules she had in mind. For the first time, the mild mannered Nurse Mitchell seemed angry.

She spoke again: “Alright then boys, have it your way. But you boys need to get over your little modesty problem right now or we’ll never get through this exam. So here is what we’re going to do. I want all of you to raise your hands and place them behind your heads, right now.” We looked at each other to see if anyone was complying, but none of us moved our hands.

Nurse Fisher now spoke up: “Now boys, we really do need you to cooperate, but it is your choice. As I already said, your parents were informed of this program and voluntarily gave their written approval for you to participate. Once they did that, these mandatory examinations were scheduled. I’m sure that you can understand there is a certain cost associated with these examinations. So if you boys don’t cooperate, we can’t complete your exam. And if that happens, our only choice is to notify your parents and to bill them for the cost of your incomplete exam. Needless to say, they won’t be happy about that.”

That was all it took. We didn’t know if Nurse Fisher was bluffing or not, but we couldn’t take the chance. We all knew that our parents would be furious if they ended up with a big bill because we wouldn’t cooperate. We had tried to maintain some small shred of our dignity but we couldn’t fight against them any longer. We were completely powerless. Reluctantly, we all uncovered our genitals by moving our hands to our sides.

“That’s much better, but I did say that I wanted your hands up and behind your heads,” commanded Nurse Mitchell.

As a group, we lifted our hands and placed them behind our heads. We were now fully exposed. She had ordered us to move our hands as far away from our genitals as possible to prevent us from using them as cover.

“You see, that wasn’t so bad,” said Nurse Mitchell. “But I’m not entirely convinced that you boys are completely over your little modesty problem. I’m afraid that you might still feel some embarrassment and might be reluctant to cooperate with the remainder of the exam. So boys, let’s just go ahead and get all of that embarrassment out of the way right now. That way we can continue with your exams without any further problems. You boys have finally uncovered yourselves, but you are all standing with your feet tightly together, as if you’re still trying to cover up. And that doesn’t really allow us to see what healthy young men you are. So boys, I want all of you to separate your legs for us. Spread them apart at least three feet. Go ahead, do it now!”

We all separated our legs, putting us in a more or less spread-eagle position and further exposing ourselves to the room. With my feet together, I could feel the warmth of my thighs against my balls. Now with my legs widely parted, I felt the cool air of the room on them as they freely hung from between my legs.

“Wider apart, David,” she said looking at him. We waited as he shuffled his feet further apart.

“My, you’re all such fine looking young men,” Nurse Mitchell commented. “Aren’t they Stephanie?” she asked, turning toward Stephanie.

“Yes, they are” answered Stephanie with a big grin on her face. Stephanie slowly moved her head left to right as she surveyed the group of nude males that were on display before her. Her gaze was directed downward toward our genitals.

Nurse Mitchell now gave us some more bad news. “And gentlemen, since you were reluctant to cooperate, you will maintain this position at all times when you are not being examined. Do I make myself clear?” We all nodded in agreement.

We all stood there in this spread-eagle position, allowing the two nurses and Stephanie time to look us over. I felt more exposed than I have ever been in my young life. I deliberately avoided any eye contact with the other boys. I especially tried to avoid looking at them below the waist. I was already aroused enough without any additional visual stimulation. Although I didn’t look down to see myself, I could feel that my cock was now fully engorged with blood. I wasn’t hard enough to point up at the ceiling, but I was thick, long and hard. I could feel the hot skin of my cock as it hung over my balls.

“Alright, now that we’re past that little false modesty problem, I’m ready for you over here Mark,” said Nurse Mitchell.

“And you can step over here Kevin,” ordered Nurse Fisher.

As the two boys walked over to their respective stations, each nurse positioned a small rolling stool in front of their exam table.

“Hop up here and lie down for me Mark,” said Nurse Mitchell. As he got on the table she snapped on a pair of rubber examination gloves. She immediately went to work examining Mark’s penis and testicles. I could see her lifting up his circumcised penis and palpating it with her fingers. Mark wasn’t erect, but he did have a very long cock. It just wasn’t very thick.

I was still standing spread-eagle with my hands behind my head, but I noticed that David standing next to me had lowered his hands to cover himself again.

“You’re not supposed to do that,” I heard Stephanie say.

That brought on the wrath of Nurse Mitchell once again: “David, get back into position right now,” she ordered.

Realizing that she was serious about us maintaining this position, David once again spread his legs apart and placed his hands behind his head. I looked over to see what David was trying so hard to hide. He was now fully erect with his cock pointing up in a sweeping curve. I noticed that he was not circumcised and his foreskin was pulled back to make way for his erection. For the first time I noticed a small amount of hair on David’s body, just a bit above the base of his cock and a little bit around his balls. I turned away for fear that I was becoming too aroused myself. But I saw that David still had Stephanie’s attention. She was staring at him, and she wasn’t looking at his eyes.

I turned my attention to Kevin’s examination. He was standing in front of Nurse Fisher who was seated in front of him on the rolling stool. Stephanie was standing right next to her holding the folders. His legs were spread apart and his arms were at his sides. The nurse was running her gloved hands through his pubic hair and the hair on his upper thighs.

“Hair distribution is adult quality and good,” she said to Stephanie who faithfully recorded the results.

Apparently she was performing some form of puberty or maturity test on Kevin. I watched as Kevin raised his arms and she checked his underarm hair. Kevin didn’t look aroused at all. He had a big set of low-hanging balls and a long and very thick cock. But I’ve seen him enough in the locker room and showers to know that that’s normal for him.

“Alright, stand up for me Mark,” I heard Nurse Mitchell say.

That brought my attention back to Mark’s exam. He was getting up off of the table and taking a standing position in front of Nurse Mitchell who was seated before him on the rolling stool. She patted the inside of his thigh with her hand and he immediately moved his legs further apart. She then began a similar type of exam as she did when he was lying down. She lifted and examined his penis and then began to lift and examine each one of his testicles, cupping them in her hand.

As I continued to watch, she pushed her fingers deep into the spot just above his right testicle; “Turn your head and cough please,” she said. Mark let out a cough on command. “Again please,” she commanded. Once again Mark coughed for her. She repositioned her fingers and repeated the test on his left side.

I turned my attention back to Kevin’s examination when I saw Nurse Fisher retrieve a set of white plastic balls that were tied together on a string. She was now holding one of the plastic balls up to Kevin’s left testicle for comparison. She repeated the test on his right testicle using a slightly smaller plastic ball.

“Left testicle 4.7 cm,” she said, “Right 4.2.”

Stephanie nodded as she recorded the results. I then saw Kevin turn around with his back to us and bend over. Nurse Fisher parted his cheeks to take a look. It appears that she was again checking his hair, this time the hair between his cheeks and the area between his ass hole and his balls.

“Hair spread to the perineum,” she said to Stephanie. “I’d say he’s a Tanner stage 5″ she continued. Kevin stood up and waited for Mark’s exam to be complete.

Mark’s genital and hernia exam was now finished and he returned to the wall to wait. He kept his hands at his sides but Nurse Mitchell quickly put a stop to that.

“You need to assume the position again Mark,” she ordered. “I told you boys that you had to stay in that position when you weren’t being examined.” Mark once again put his hands behind his head and spread his legs wide.

“I’m ready for you over here Kevin,” said Nurse Mitchell. Kevin walked over to Nurse Mitchell’s station and was ordered to lie down on the exam table.

“OK, your turn Jim,” called Nurse Fisher.

I lowered my hands to my sides and took my place standing in front of Nurse Fisher and Stephanie. After putting on a fresh pair of exam gloves, Nurse Fisher began my exam by looking more closely at the hair on my chest. After making a note of my chest hair, she had me raise my arms up so she could see my under-arm hair. Next she moved directly to my pubic area.

“A little wider please,” she requested, asking me to part my legs.

She started by running her gloved fingers though the hair above my cock, then moving down to the hair around my balls and my inner thighs.

“Adult quality hair, but not widely distributed,” she told Stephanie who was intently watching this exam.

I briefly looked up to see how Kevin’s exam was going. He was now standing in front of Nurse Mitchell while she examined his penis and testicles. The first thing I noticed was how much larger his cock was than before. He was definitely aroused now. His cock was very thick and the skin was stretched tight without any loose folds of skin. He was still pointing down but out from his body at maybe a 45 degree angle.

My attention returned to my own exam when Nurse Fisher brought over the set of white plastic balls. She grabbed my left testicle, squeezing it and weighing it in her hands. She pulled the loose skin of my scrotum tight around my testicle. This allowed her to compare its size to the plastic balls in her other hand.

“Left testicle 4.3 cm,” she said to Stephanie. She then moved on to my right testicle and repeated the comparison. “Right testicle 4.1 cm,” she said.

I thought she was done with my balls when she grabbed my left side once again. This time she wasn’t using the plastic balls. Instead, she was just squeezing and palpating my left ball. After about a minute of this attention to my left ball, she was finished. But the damage was done and my cock was now hard and pointing down at a 45 degree angle. I looked over at Stephanie and saw that she was looking down at my cock. And she seemed to be biting her lower lip.

“OK, turn around and bend over Jim,” said Nurse Fisher.

As soon as I did, I felt two gloved hands part my ass cheeks. A gloved finger moved down my crack looking for hair. It then moved down lower to the area between my ass hole and my balls. As she did this I felt my erection getting harder.

“No hair between the thigh and perineum,” Nurse Fisher said to Stephanie. “Put him down for Tanner stage 4,” she added.

I stood up to see Stephanie making notes in my folder. I looked down and saw that my cock was now pointing straight out at a 90 degree angle to my body.

Nurse Fisher removed her gloves and spoke to Stephanie: “Let me see Jim’s chart for a minute.” The nurse took my chart and wrote several notes in it. “OK, I’m done with you Jim, it looks like Nurse Mitchell is ready for you,” she said.

Kevin had already finished with his genital and hernia exam and was now standing at the wall in his spread-eagle position.

“Hop on up here Jim,” said Nurse Mitchell as I walked over to her exam table. “Lie down for me Jim,” she said as I got on the table.

As she put on a fresh pair of gloves, I looked over to see David taking my place at Nurse Fisher’s station. He was still hard and pointing up. The next thing I felt was two gloved hands touching my erect penis. Since I was already pointing straight up, there was no need to actually lift my penis. Instead, she felt, squeezed and palpated it while it was erect. Next, she turned her attention to my testicles, lifting and feeling them one at a time.

“Go ahead and stand up for me,” she ordered.

I immediately stood up and realized that I was now fully erect. My cock was curving upward at about a 45 degree angle. But Nurse Mitchell didn’t seem bothered by it at all. She sat down in front of me on the rolling stool and began the second part of her exam. As she did before, she thoroughly examined my penis before moving on to my testicles. She started with my right testicle, lifting it and rolling it between her fingers. In no time at all, she switched to my left testicle, performing the same lifting and rolling procedure. But she took a lot longer with my left testicle – it seemed like she was squeezing and examining it for several minutes.

“Nurse Fisher,” she said, “I’d like you to come over here when you’re done with your patient.”

“Of course, no problem,” Nurse Fisher answered, “I’ll be done with David in just a minute.”

I wondered why she needed to see the other nurse. Was there something wrong with me? Nurse Mitchell then pushed her fingers into the area between the base of my penis and my right testicle.

“Cough please,” she ordered.

I let out a good cough, which was apparently enough for her – she repeated the procedure with my left testicle.

“Cough again please,” she said.

I looked over to see that Nurse Fisher was finishing up with David. “David is Tanner stage 3,” I heard her say to Stephanie. I was a 4 and Kevin was a 5 so I guess a higher number is better. I looked over at David again. He had a big enough erection, but his balls were small and virtually hairless. I guess that’s why he’s only rated as a Tanner stage 3.

“Yes, what is it?” said Nurse Fisher as she walked over. Stephanie followed right behind her.

“I read your note on Jim’s chart,” said Nurse Mitchell. “I thoroughly checked his left testicle and I think everything is alright.”

“Oh good,” replied Nurse Fisher, “then what was it that I felt?”

“Well, put on a fresh pair of gloves and I’ll show you,” said Nurse Mitchell.

That’s just great, I thought to myself, now I get to have both nurses handling my stuff once again. I thought I was done with the ball grabbing part of the exam. Nurse Mitchell reached over and grabbed my left ball once again, pulling it away from my body and up toward her.

“Is this what you felt?” she asked, pointing to an area on the underside of my left ball.

That was the invitation for Nurse Fisher to join the party, grabbing my ball and rolling it between her fingers while Nurse Mitchell was still holding it. Stephanie moved closer so she could also get a good look.

“Yes, that’s it, what is it?” she asked.

“That’s just his spermatic cord,” answered Nurse Mitchell. “He has a slightly thick cord on his left side. There might also be a very small varicocele there, so I’ll write it up and recommended that he have it checked by his own physician.” The two nurses then released their grip on my left ball.

Stephanie now spoke up: “Is that the cord that the sperm go through?” she asked.

“Why, yes it is Stephanie,” answered Nurse Mitchell, “Jim just happens to have a slightly thicker cord than usual. It’s not really anything serious.”

“Oh, that’s good” said Stephanie.

“Have you ever felt a spermatic cord before Stephanie?” asked Nurse Mitchell.

“No, I haven’t” answered Stephanie.

“Well, go ahead and put on some gloves, I don’t think Jim would mind,” the nurse replied. She didn’t think I would mind having a girl that was roughly my age grab my balls in front of everyone. What’s to mind?

“Are you sure it would be OK?” Stephanie asked, looking at me.

I didn’t want to seem too eager so I hesitated for a brief moment. “Sure, whatever,” I mumbled.

Stephanie then put on a pair of gloves and sat down in front of me on the stool. She cautiously reached out and very gently grabbed both of my balls, one in each hand. I looked straight ahead and saw the other guys waiting at the wall, back in their spread-eagle position. They all had big smiles on their faces as they watched Stephanie examine me. Stephanie gently rolled both of my balls between her fingers, comparing my left and right sides to each other. My erection was still firm and pointing straight at her face.

“Now, feel for his cord on the right side,” said Nurse Mitchell, “can you find it?”

“Yes, I can feel it,” Stephanie answered.

“Now compare that to his left testicle,” instructed the nurse.

“Oh yes, I can feel the difference,” said Stephanie, “They are very different.”

I looked down to see her hands cradling my balls. The head of my swollen cock was just inches from her face. My mind immediately began to wander. I began to fantasize about Stephanie and wished that she would do more than just grasp my balls. I wondered how her full lips would feel wrapped around my cock. At that moment, Stephanie looked up at me and our eyes briefly met.

“Thank you Jim,” she said with a smile. She released her hold on my balls, got up and removed her gloves.

“Alright Jim, you can take your position at the wall with the other boys,” said Nurse Mitchell. I walked back to the wall and immediately got into the required spread-eagle position. My erection was the hardest it had been all day.

“Alright, David, I’m ready for you,” said Nurse Mitchell, motioning for David to hop up on the table. She immediately began an examination of his genitals while he was lying on the table.

“Your turn over here Mark,” said Nurse Fisher. Mark walked over to Nurse Fisher who was once again joined by Stephanie.

I watched as David received his genital exam, first lying on the table, then standing in front of Nurse Mitchell. He maintained his erection throughout the exam. Mark, on the other hand, still wasn’t erect. He was the only one of us that wasn’t hard at this point. I watched as Nurse Fisher checked his hair growth and compared his testicles to the little white balls. I was amazed that he was able to control himself. He was long and thick, but he was still pointing down.

“Left testicle 4.4 cm, right 4.2,” said Nurse Fisher to Stephanie. I then saw Mark turn around and bend over while Nurse Fisher checked his hair growth.

“No hair between the thigh and perineum,” Nurse Fisher said to Stephanie. “Put David down for Tanner stage 4, please.”

After a few minutes, David’s and Mark’s exams were completed and we were all lined up at the wall in the required spread-eagle position.

“Can we get dressed now?” asked Kevin.

“Just a minute Kevin,” answered the school nurse, “we’re discussing that right now.” Nurse Fisher now walked over to where Nurse Mitchell was standing.

“The only remaining part of the exam is listed on the form as optional,” said Nurse Fisher to Nurse Mitchell. “Are you planning on including it?” Nurse Fisher asked. Nurse Mitchell thought for a brief moment before answering.

“Well, since they’re already undressed and it won’t take too long, I think we should establish a baseline exam for these boys,” Nurse Mitchell answered. “I also think these boys still have a lesson or two to learn about following directions. Don’t you agree?”

Nurse Fisher thought for a brief moment before answering. “Yes, I agree. These boys do need to learn that there’s no place for false modesty in a medical setting like this. And this final part of the exam would certainly make that clear.”

“And besides,” continued Nurse Mitchell, “from the look of things, these boys might actually enjoy it.”

Nurse Fisher turned to look at us and our raging erections. She smiled. “I see what you mean,” she said. “OK, then, since this was your idea, I’ll let you finish up here. I have to prepare the paperwork for the next group of boys. Feel free to teach these boys any lessons that you feel are necessary, as long as it’s medically appropriate.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” replied Nurse Mitchell, “I’ll make sure these boys receive the kind of thorough exam that they deserve.” The nurses smiled at each other.

Nurse Fisher now addressed Stephanie. “You can stay here and assist Nurse Mitchell with these final exams.” With that, Nurse Fisher walked over to the sink, washed her hands, and then walked through the doorway leading to the outer office.

“Alright boys, we have just one final part of your exam to complete and then we’ll be done,” said Nurse Mitchell. “Mark, you can come over here please.” Mark put his hands down and walked over to the exam table.

“I need you to climb up here,” she said as she patted the top of the exam table. “But this time I need you on your hands and knees.”

As Mark climbed up on the table, the nurse retrieved the tube with the blue and white label and a container of what looked like wet wipes from the counter. She then put on a fresh pair of exam gloves. This was not looking good at all. Given Mark’s position on the exam table, it looked like we would be receiving some type of rectal exam. I’ve heard other guys joke about exams like this, but we’ve never actually received one before. At least I haven’t. And I certainly wasn’t looking forward to getting one now. Mark was now kneeling on the exam table facing away from us.

“Bend forward please and rest on your hands,” the nurse now said to Mark.

Mark now bent over and got on all fours. From our vantage point at the wall, his bare butt was almost perfectly pointed toward us, although the exam table was angled slightly so we could also see part of his profile from the left. Stephanie moved to Nurse Mitchell’s right side so she could get a nice view of the business end of this exam.

“Now, I need you to part your legs just a bit,” the nurse ordered, “and then lower your chest so that it rests on the table.”

We watched as Mark lowered the top half of his body so that it rested on the table. He also parted his legs so that each knee was almost to the edge of the exam table.

“That’s perfect,” said the nurse, “you can just let your hands rest at your sides”.

We could easily see that this position was perfectly designed for only one thing: a rectal exam. Mark’s butt cheeks were naturally stretched and parted and his pink ass hole was now on display to the whole room. His balls and long cock were also on display and were hanging down between his parted legs.

Nurse Mitchell opened the tube and squeezed the lubricant on the index finger of her right hand. She then rubbed her fingers together, spreading it the entire length of her index finger.

“Alright Mark, this will feel cold, and you’ll feel some pressure,” she said.

Without any other warning, her lubed finger pressed against his pink hole. She pressed lightly at first, but then suddenly plunged her finger all the way into Mark. Mark let out an audible gasp.

“Just relax and breathe normally,” said the nurse.

That was easy for her to say, she didn’t have someone’s finger up her ass. Her finger was deep into Mark’s ass, all the way up to her knuckle, and her left hand was on Mark’s left cheek. Stephanie was still standing right next to Nurse Mitchell and was watching every part of this exam. The nurse now twisted her finger and tried to push it even deeper into him. Mark now let out another gasp that was loud enough for all of us to hear.

“Almost done,” said Nurse Mitchell. After a few more seconds, she removed her finger from Mark’s rectum.

“There you go, all done,” she said. “Prostate and rectal exam normal” she said to Stephanie who immediately recorded the results in Mark’s folder.

The nurse now took a moist wipe from the container and used it to clean the excess lubricant from Mark’s ass.

“You did fine Mark, you can join your friends in line,” she said. As Mark got off of the table, we could see that for the first time, he was now fully erect.

“Can I get dressed now?” he asked.

“No dear” answered Nurse Mitchell. “Because you boys wouldn’t cooperate you can wait until you’re all finished before you get dressed. Now get back into the required position.”

I saw that Stephanie was smiling widely as she starred at us. The nurse now removed her gloves and began to put on a fresh pair.

“Let’s see, who is next?” said the nurse to Stephanie.

“Kevin” answered Stephanie as she shuffled the folders in her hands.

“Alright Kevin, your turn, hop up here and get into position,” said the nurse. Kevin walked over to the exam table and climbed aboard, getting on his hands and knees.

“A little wider please,” said Nurse Mitchell, waiting for Kevin to spread his knees further apart. “Good, now rest your chest on the table.”

Kevin lowered the top of his body down to the table, spreading his cheeks apart in the process. His massive, low-hanging balls were now visible between his legs. His cock, on the other hand, was not visible since he was already erect and it was pointing forward, not down. While he was getting into position, she was applying lubricant to her gloved fingers.

“Alright, this will feel cold and you’ll feel some pressure,” Nurse Mitchell warned Kevin.

With that she plunged her finger into him, twisting and pushing as she did before with Mark. Kevin let out several sounds similar to Mark, except they were more like a grunt instead of a gasp for air. In just a few seconds she was finished and removed her finger from Kevin’s ass.

“All done Kevin,” she said, “Prostate and rectal exam normal.”

She quickly wiped the excess lubricant from Kevin and dismissed him. As Kevin walked back, I noticed a small bit of fluid dripping from the end of his cock. I wondered if he had ejaculated, or was this something else.

“You’re next Jim, climb on up here,” ordered Nurse Mitchell.

I walked over to the exam table and climbed up, first getting on my knees and then bending over to support my upper body with my hands. My cock was hard and was pointing up against my stomach. While I was in this position I turned to look at Stephanie who was standing right next to me. She didn’t look at me, or even know that I was looking at her. She was too busy looking at my ass.

“Knees apart and lower your chest Jim,” the nurse ordered.

I spread my knees apart so that they were right against the edges of the table. I then lowered my chest so that it was resting on the table and my hands naturally fell to my sides. As my cheeks parted, I could feel the cool air of the room against my exposed ass. I waited for what I knew was about to happen next.

Just then, Nurse Mitchell uttered her favorite phrase: “Alright Jim, this will feel cold and you’ll feel some pressure.”

As the words were still leaving her mouth, I felt her hand on my left cheek. This was almost immediately followed by the feeling of her finger touching my ass hole. She pressed lightly for just a few seconds, waiting for my anal sphincter to open. Next, I felt her cold lubricated finger sliding deep into me. Instinctively, I let out a gasp for air.

“Try to breathe normally,” said the nurse.

I could feel her pushing deeper into me as she twisted her finger 180 degrees clockwise like a corkscrew. She then reversed direction and twisted her finger counter-clockwise. She then pressed harder against her primary objective, my prostate. For the next few seconds, she continued to push on just that one location. I felt like I was going to cum right there, and I heard myself make a loud grunting sound. She pushed again, I gasped for air, and the feeling was intense. But then she removed her finger.

“All done,” she said.

I got back up on my hands and knees and felt her wiping my ass with a wet wipe. I looked down at my cock and saw that I didn’t cum, but there was a semi-clear liquid dripping from the tip of my cock.

“You can take your place in line Jim,” the nurse said to me.

“Normal prostate and rectal,” she said to Stephanie.

As I climbed down from the exam table I turned to face Stephanie. I caught her looking down, staring at my erection. When she realized that I was looking at her, she looked up. Our eyes briefly met and we both smiled.

As I took my place in line, I heard David being called up for his exam. I got into the spread-eagle punishment position and prepared to watch David go through his rectal exam. For the first time, I took a deep breath and really exhaled. I was relaxed, knowing that this whole ordeal was almost over. The three of us watched as David got into position on the table. His cheeks were parted and then his ass was penetrated by Nurse Mitchell’s finger, just as she did to all of us. Normally, I would turn away and not watch something like this; for fear that I might get too aroused. Whenever I was the locker room or shower, I was always fearful of becoming erect. I was always fearful of what the other guys might think if that happened. But now, I was already fully erect and very, very horny. We all were, so it really didn’t matter. I watched David’s exam and I was actually enjoying it. I turned to look at Kevin standing spread-eagle next to me, and I enjoyed what I saw. His cock was massive and hard and pointing up. I turned to my right and saw Mark standing there in the same condition as the rest of us. We were all aroused by what we just experienced, and there wasn’t any way to deny it.

In a few minutes, David was finished with his rectal exam and he joined us in line. “Alright gentlemen,” said Nurse Mitchell, “your examinations are now complete. You can now get dressed.”

We all immediately put our hands down and began to get dressed again in our P.E. outfits. At first it was difficult to get our jockstraps on because of our erections, but we all managed somehow. And once we started to get dressed, our erections started to subside, at least a little bit. Nurse Mitchell was washing her hands and cleaning up the exam room. Stephanie was helping her tidy up and also watching us as we got dressed.

Just then Nurse Fisher entered the room again. “Since we ran a little late, you’ve missed the start of your next class.” she said. “So I wrote each of you a tardy excuse. You can give this to your next teacher so there shouldn’t be a problem.” As soon as we were all dressed, we began to walk out of the exam room.

“Thank you for your cooperation gentlemen,” said Nurse Fisher. We all kept walking and didn’t acknowledge her comment in any way.

We walked downstairs in the general direction of the gym. Since the next period had already started, the halls were completely empty. We made our way back to the gym and immediately noticed that it was completely empty.

“Oh, that’s right,” said Mark, “there no P.E. class this period.”

“Good,” said Kevin, “that way we won’t have to explain what just happened to anyone.” Kevin had a good point. I wasn’t sure how much I was going to tell the other guys in our P.E. class. I figured I’d just let them find out when it was their turn.

We walked into the boy’s locker room and went to our respective lockers to change. Our lockers were not together. They were all in different parts of the locker room. The only one that I could actually see was Kevin who was in my row of lockers but down a few sections. I immediately began to get undressed, quickly stripping off my P.E. clothes. I was down to my jockstrap when I turned to look at Kevin’s progress. He was just pulling off his T-shirt and was now down to his gym shorts. Just then he looked up and saw that I was looking his way.

“Hey Jim,” he said, “I feel kind of dirty after all of that.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I replied.

“I’m thinking about taking a quick shower to clean off, are you interested?” he asked.

“Sure, why not, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves,” I replied.

With that, I finished undressing by pulling off my jock. Kevin did the same and then walked down to my locker totally nude.

“Hey guys,” I yelled, “we’re taking a quick shower if you want to join us.”

“Sure, OK,” we heard from the other end of the locker room.

“Be there in a minute,” Mark said.

I followed Kevin as he walked into the shower area and turned on the showers. Our showers were one open room with several shower poles in the middle of the room. Each pole had shower heads that sprayed in all directions. As soon as the water was hot enough, Kevin and I got in and took a position around the same pole, facing each other. In less than a minute, David and Mark entered the showers and joined us at the same pole. We all got some soap from the dispenser on the wall and started to lather up in the steamy shower. I was still semi-hard, as were the rest of the guys. Kevin got a full handful of soap, rubbed his hands together to create lather, and then begin to wash his cock and balls with both hands. We all watched as washing quickly changed to stroking. He was stroking his cock with his right hand and fondling his balls with his left. I was still very horny, so I got some more soap and applied a generous handful of soap over my cock and balls. I began to stroke myself, moving my slippery hand the full length of my rapidly growing shaft. Mark quickly joined in on the fun and began to stroke himself with his soapy hands. David didn’t join in the fun, but he was watching the action. And he was once again fully erect.

“What’s wrong David?” said Kevin, “you don’t want to have a little fun?”

“Um, no, that’s OK,” answered David.

“Oh come on,” said Mark “you need to release some of that tension. We’re all feeling it.” With that, Mark got another handful of soap and moved behind David. He immediately started to rub the soap on David’s back.

“See, doesn’t that feel good?” asked Mark.

“Sure, I guess so,” answered David. I moved closer to David and began rubbing his hairless chest with my left hand. I released the grip that I had on my own cock and started rubbing my right hand lower on David’s body, just above his cock and balls.

“How’s that feel?” I asked.

“Good,” answered David.

“Then this should feel even better,” I said. With that, my right hand slid down to David’s hairless balls and my left hand encircled his hard cock. Mark was still behind David and moved his hands lower. He was now rubbing David’s cheeks with one hand and stroking himself with the other. I slowly and deliberately began to stroke David’s cock with my left hand while I fondled his balls with my right. David let out a soft moan.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” I asked.

“Sure does,” replied David. David reached out toward me and placed both of his hands around my cock. He instinctively started stroking me with both of his soapy hands. I briefly turned toward Kevin to see what he was doing. He was watching us but didn’t feel the need to join our little party. He was happily stroking his massive cock and fondling his balls.

David and I continued to jack each other off while Mark was working on David’s ass with one hand and stroking himself with the other. Mark was now working his fingers further down David’s ass crack. As he did this, David instinctively spread his legs apart and leaned forward just a bit. This allowed Mark to reach right between David’s parted legs and insert his soapy finger into David’s ass.

“Oh man,” said David as he let out a soft moan.

“You like things up your ass, don’t you?” said Mark.

Just then David’s body tightened and his cock released its load in my hands. But David continued to stroke me, and a few seconds later I released everything that I was holding in, shooting wave after wave of hot sticky cum all over David’s hands. We turned to watch Mark and Kevin who were still stroking themselves. In less than a minute, Mark came, followed by Kevin.

We were all spent, and the tension of the last hour was now fully released. My cock was still long but very limp and my balls were loose and hanging low. We all got some soap and cleaned ourselves up. In a few short minutes we finished showering, dried ourselves and got dressed. We walked out of the locker room and into the hallway, heading for our next class. The four of us never spoke about the exams or the shower afterward again.

The next time I saw Stephanie was Thursday of the following week. I was at my hallway locker getting the books that I needed for 2nd period when she walked up to me.

“Hi Jim,” she said.

“Oh, hello Stephanie,” I replied, a bit startled to see her.

“Jim, tomorrow night I’m having a few of my girl friends over to my house, and I wanted to show them what I’ve learned about physical assessment so far. I was wondering if you would be able to come over and help us out?”

“But how am I supposed to help you?” I replied, a bit puzzled by her request.

“Well, you just have to show up, we’ll do the rest” she replied.

“Oh, I see,” I said, finally beginning to get the picture.

“I promise that it will be worth your time,” she said, “We’ll all make sure that you enjoy yourself.” At first I was shocked by her request, but the more I thought about it, I figured it might be fun. I wasn’t sure exactly what she had planned for me, but she had already seen every intimate part of my body. What did I really have to hide? And she promised that I’d enjoy it.

“OK, I’ll do it,” I said.

“Great,” she said, “you know where I live, right?”

“Sure do,” I replied.

“Good, my folks are going out for dinner around 7:30 so be there around 8, OK?” she said.

“Sure, I’ll see you then,” I replied.

“Oh, one more thing” she added, “make sure you wear your jockstrap.” I just looked at her and smiled.

- The end -

One day my Master decided that I should go to the doctor and have a check up. He said that my health was very important to him, so he wanted to make sure that I was in tiptop shape. I thought that was impeccable logic, so I agreed to go (like I could say no).

My Master told me that I needed to make my best impression so that I wouldn’t make him look bad. So, I took a long hot bath, meticulously shaving my legs and washing every inch of my skin. I made sure that my waxed pussy lips were smooth and silky, washed my curly blond hair, and reveled in the warm soapy water.

After toweling off, I went into my room to dress. My Master had laid out my clothes for me, as always. I pulled on a pair of white stockings and a white lace garter belt, clipping the tops of the stockings firmly in place. Then I slipped on a sexy matching white lace bra that pushed my breasts high, creating maximum cleavage. I picked up the short grey pleated skirt, thankful that it would at least be long enough to cover the tops of my stockings and slipped on a white button up blouse that my Master had strategically taken the top four buttons off of so that I couldn’t button it any higher than just below my breasts.

I dried my hair quickly, letting it dry into a mass of bouncy curls, and applied some makeup. Just a touch of eyeliner and mascara to give me a polished look. Then I went downstairs to my Master.

He was waiting in the living room for me, reading the newspaper. I came in and knelt at his feet and he fastened my black velvet collar around my neck. I smiled; I never really felt comfortable without it on. He told that me that I looked presentable and wouldn’t be embarrassed to take me out. I beamed as I slipped on my black pumps and we left.

My Master drove us to a part of the city that I was unfamiliar with. The street was lined with brownstones and I didn’t see any signs anywhere, but I knew that “exclusive” private practice doctors don’t always need a sign either. We parked and walked up the street a bit before entering one of the buildings.

The office seemed normal enough inside. A young woman in a nurse’s outfit was talking on the phone as my Master motioned for me to find a seat. Since there was no one else there, this wasn’t a problem. My Master came and sat across from me after he let the receptionist know that we were there.

As we waited, he motioned for me to spread my knees a bit. Since he was very much a fan of public display, this didn’t surprise me at all. I parted my knees a bit for him, very aware of my lack of panties as the cool air brushed my hairless pussy lips. He frowned a bit, so I pulled my skirt up to just a few inches below my pussy so that he could see better.. he smiled and motioned for me to stay like that. I waited for a long time like that.. the minutes ticked by, while I stayed very aware of my exposed pussy. I hoped that the woman at the desk would stay there, because I always dreaded being called out on public “lewdness”. Embarrassed as I was by the possibility of discovery, I could feel a trickle between my pussy lips. My body always betrays me, even when my mind is reeling with shame.

While I was fixated on being mortified and aroused all at the same time, the receptionist came around the corner of her desk with a chart in hand and called my name. She momentarily glanced down at my lap; though she couldn’t see up my skirt from her angle, she could certainly see that my thighs were spread open. She smiled at me, and gave me a long lingering look that smacked of assessment. I followed her into the doctor’s examination room where she put the file on the desk and left the room and shut the door.

I sat on the examination table, as there was no chair in the room except the one at the desk and waited.

After about ten minutes, the doctor came in and plunked himself down in the chair. He picked up the file, glanced through the paperwork and then up at me. He stopped and smiled for a moment and then stood up.

“I understand that you’re here for a full physical?” he asked. I nodded, “Yessir.” He cocked an eyebrow at my response. Old habits die hard, and I found it very hard not to call any adult male “sir”. He glanced back into the file, flipping to the next page, and then grinned, putting the folder back on the desk.

“It says here that you’re to have a very thorough physical, there is some concern about some reflexes.”

“If that’s what it says, then that’s what I’m to have,” I answered.

The doctor came up and stood close to me, taking his stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff, strapping the cuff around my arm. He took my blood pressure, weighed me, and had the nurse come in to draw some blood. Then he put his stethoscope to my exposed upper chest, “Inhale deeply and let it out slowly”, he said. To facilitate his listening, he had me remove my blouse. He put his cold stethoscope all over my exposed skin, making me breath in and out slowly.

Next he had me remove my bra and lay on the exam table. I felt a bit odd, laying on the exam table not dressed in a paper robe, but I didn’t complain. He called his nurse back into the room as I layed back on the narrow padded table. He explained that it was an especially small table to fit in the little room, but there was safety straps so I wouldn’t fall off. His nurse leaned over me and pulled a thick leather strap from the far side of the table and fastened it just under my breasts so that they were pushed up against it. She smiled and asked me to put my hands up above my head and hang on to the handles there to give me some more stability.

I reached my hands up and felt a smoothly worn handle and grasped it with both hands. The doctor told the nurse that they needed to do a breast exam and would she like to do it. She said that it would be good practice for her, as she had mostly assisted in them before. She ran her hands over the cool skin of my right breast, my exposed skin was a little chilled and my nipple had puckered in the cold. She gently pressed all around the outer edge, working in towards my nipple. She repeated with the other breast, working around and inward. The doctor told her that was a good start, but that she wasn’t quite done yet. He illustrated the same exam, but them stroked each nipple in turn, pinching them between his fingers, telling her that she needed to look for any abnormalities there too. She nodded and then took her turn, pulling and squeezing my cold hard nipples between her fingers.I gritted my teeth, trying to not moan outloud, feeling my pussy throb from the attention to my aching nipples.

Once the nurse was done, I realised that my thighs were spread open a little and my skirt had worked it’s way up a bit. I could smell my wetness in the room and felt rather embarrassed that I likely wasn’t the only one who could. The doctor informed me that he needed to do a pelvic exam. He apparently had noticed my lack of panties, because he just flipped up my skirt so that it was folded back over itself, exposing my steaming hot cunt. He put up the stirrups at the end of the exam table and lifted my legs one at a time onto them, slipping a pad under my ass as I lifted it to scoot down the table a bit.

The doctor snapped on some rubber gloves, telling me the same lines that they always tell you when they do a pelvic exam. He put some lube on a big metal speculum (overly large I thought..) and very slowly stroked the opening of my pussy with it before sliding it in. I closed my eyes, preferring to not watch someone while they do the exam. He then spread the speculum open, little by little.. until I felt like I was spread wide open. I could feel my pussy throbbing hard around the big cold metal contraption and had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. The doctor brushed his lubed gloved finger over my stretched open pussy lips and across my throbbing clit, seemingly by accident and I gasped.

The nurse reached up and buckled a cuff around my wrists, telling me that it would help keep me still so that I wouldn’t fall off the table. The doctor released the speculum and slipped it out of my pussy. I groaned involuntarily, arching against the leather strap across my chest as he teased my lips with his lubed fingers. The nurse stroked my naked breasts as the doctor slid his fingers into my greedy cunt, fucking me with two and then three fingers. I moaned, pushing against the stirrups that had me spread wide open. She started rolling my hard nipples between her fingers, pulling on them hard, making them hurt so much I could feel my clit throb harder. The doctor pushed his fourth finger into my pussy.. rubbing my clit with his thumb. Then he tucked his thumb in, and worked his whole fist into my pulsing cunt. I groaned loudly, feeling my cunt stretch around his hand. He turned it back and forth inside me, his knuckles rubbing against the walls of my pussy. The nurse leaned over me and pushed my tits together, sucking both nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting them hard. The doctor rubbed one of his other fingers around and around my clit while he fucked my cunt with his fist.. until I came hard, with shaking legs and a squealing orgasm.

As my orgasm subsided, and my breathing slowed.. I felt the doctor pull his fist out of my pussy slowly, as it was still clenched tightly around his hand. The nurse smiled at me and unbuckled the strap around my wrists and chest, telling me what a good patient I was. The doctor snapped his gloves off and lifted my legs off the as the nurse unstrapped me from the table and told he me I could get up off the table as we were all done.

I put my bra and blouse back on, my nipples were sore and pink from rough abuse. I pulled my skirt down and smoothed it over my thighs; my inner thighs were sticky and wet with lube and my juices. The doctor wrote in my file and then smiled at me, “I think that all of your reflexes check out just fine, we’ll see you again in six months.” I left the exam room, shutting the door behind me.

My Master was waiting for me in the waiting room, looking very bored while some other patients waited across the room from him. The couple looked up at me and grinned with flush pink cheeks, flush with excitement and embarrassment.

Even with the exam room door shut behind me, I could hear the doctor and his nurse talking quietly as my Master and I left the office.

- The End -

Brown Eyes

24/04/14

The clinic was spacious, spa-like, with all the latest in OB/GYN technology and pampering. It was where the incredibly wealthy Los Angelinos sent their surrogates, or for the occasional brave ex-starlet-cum-agent’s-wife, went themselves. For this and a host of other reasons, I was surprised to find myself so quickly hired on, brought on to replace a previous masseuse who’d started his own maternity spa. I was surprised to be hired by such an exclusive place at my young-ish age and lower experience level, but I was also a little surprised that the doctor interviewing me had seemed pleased rather than troubled when I blushed and stuttered at his very forward, “So are you attracted to pregnant women?” I had stumbled out something poetic about “voluptuous womanhood in full bloom,” belying the main and clearly obvious fact of why I was there: I have a thing for pregnant chicks. Which isn’t to say I don’t care very much about being professional, providing the comfort and service of massage, etc, etc, but once I left the pristine space of the clinic, I planned to yank my dick out and jerk it using the sweet round ass of every preggo I rubbed that day as spank fodder. I don’t know how clear this intention was on my face when I answered the doctor, but he chuckled and asked me if I could come in the next day for a run-through of the procedure at the clinic.

“We are a very elite place, Mr. Hamrick, and we are VERY good to our clients. They expect the very best in treatment and care and that’s what you would be here to provide,” Dr. Dubois intoned solemnly, folding his hands over his glistening brushed aluminum desk, in the midst of his spacious office, well-lit by the wall of frosted windows on its north side. “I hope we can count on you.”

I quickly assured him that he could, promising to be prompt the next morning as I shook his hand.

I awaited my first client in the sedate yet ultra-modern massage area the next morning. I’d been briefed that she was a surrogate for a very famous producer and his young ex-model wife and that she was currently 2 weeks past her due date. The nurse who conveyed all this smiled and said a good massage should be more than welcomed by a woman in such a condition and that she was sure I’d do a great job. I thanked her for her vote of confidence and then waited, a little nervously, to meet the client, a Miss Benson.

As she entered, escorted by Dr. Dubois himself, I was a little taken aback. Firstly by her size– it was obvious that her past-due pregnancy was uncomfortable on her slender frame. Her belly, girded only by a delicate white silk robe, was a massive globe beneath her two swollen breasts. Another thing that threw me was how tall and gorgeous she obviously was– long blond hair, fair skin off-setting her dark brown eyes, and long, lovely legs peeping out from beneath robe and belly. Why would such a woman bother taking 9 months out of her life to grow a baby for some producer? It must pay handsomely. Finally, I was struck by… how out of it she seemed? I mean, you can’t indulge in any of the normal LA activities when you’re carrying precious cargo, can you? So why did she seem like she was xann exed out of her gourd? She managed, however, to focus two dark brown pools on me, look me up and down, and inquire a little slurrily of Dr. Dubois, “Well, what have we got here?” Dr. Dubois led her to the massage table, specially outfitted for those in her condition, and helped her out of her robe and to lay face down, covered by a white towel.

Dr. Dubois pulled me aside and in a whispered conference, informed me that he had developed a special blend of herbs, Chinese medicine, etc, etc, to help a woman relax, perhaps even become aroused and sensitive to suggestion. He had let Miss Benson soak in just such an aromatic bath, in the hopes that we could urge her into labor naturally, without the use of harsh and damaging labor inducing drugs.

I was baffled, entirely uncertain what my role in this was. He urged me toward the massage table where this beautiful, heavily pregnant fantasy awaited me. “Help her to relax,” he urged, “and we’ll see where this goes from here.”

Nervously attempting to appease him on my first day, and anxious to make this poor woman more comfortable in her current state, I dimmed the lights and moved toward the table. I began on her back and moved downward, her gentle moaning urging my way. It was obvious that whatever kind of “soak” Dr. Dubois had given her had more riled her up than relaxed her– she was incredible sensitive to my touch, writhing her sweet, round rump in response to every stroke. Rather than sink into the table, she pushed against my hands and her back became a lovely flush beneath the towel.

Throughout the procedure, Dr. Dubois sat professionally to one side, taking notation on a clipboard. Finally, he suggested that I finish the massage by rubbing the clinic’s special shea butter blend into Miss Benson stomach to reduce stretch marks. Miss Benson responded enthusiastically to this suggestion, rolling onto her back and throwing off the towel. Now her entire naked glory was exposed to me– her tight, globe-like belly, her lovely gravid breasts gracing it on either side. She writhed on the table and locked eyes with me. “Please,” she almost panted, rubbing down from just beneath her breasts to just above her neatly shorn pubis, “put your amazing hands on me.” Her brown eyes were languid and she ground her hips against the table, seeming to stop just short of moving her hands to her own breasts.

I was shocked– never had I been so unprofessional with a woman. Never had I let a client be so seductive, though I had gotten a number of offers in my career– happy endings are a popular offering among a certain kind of masseuse. But this woman, this woman… oh, god help me– with the doctor looking on in complacence that was obviously encouragement, I couldn’t resist. I squirted the clinic’s special shea butter mixture onto my hands and moved toward Miss Benson, my eyes locked on hers. Her eyelids dropped slowly closed and she stroked down her lovely body once more. Whatever Dr. Dubois had given her had clearly helped her physically transcend her rather uncomfortable state– her animalistic behavior was making me crazy. My unprofessionalism was finalized as I felt my cock stiffen.

I started to massage the cream at the crown of her belly, where the belly button had popped long ago, then worked my way down toward her Brazilian-waxed sweet blond bush, then back up toward her heavy breasts. Her eyelids just barely fluttered and she breathed deeply and moaned, her hands on either side of her, thrusting her body up into my caress. This was clearly beyond any kind of normal office procedure and I glanced briefly at the doctor, calmly taking notes on his clipboard. I couldn’t mirror his coolness by a long shot and my erection began to strain my crisp white khakis.

“Pay attention especially to the lower half of her belly, Mr. Hamrick,” Dr. Dubois instructed, seeming extremely disengaged, “That’s where the marks tend to develop most.”

Following him, I moved my hands downward, trying my best not to focus on Miss Benson’s obvious arousal.

“Yes, now be sure to include her perineum in the massage. She’ll be giving birth soon and we’ll want that structure to be as flexible as possible,” the doctor gestured with his pen, indicating that I spread Miss Benson’s legs.

I glanced at her face and noted that she seemed entirely lost in her own world, but was very obviously enjoying herself. I brought my hand smoothly off her rotund belly and onto her shapely upper thigh. With gentle pressure, and seemingly unnoticed, I pulled her thighs apart.

“Very nice, Mr. Hamrick,” Dr. Dubois made a note, “Now, it’s always good to begin with a little light pressure on the labia before you move downward, just to get the patient comfortable.”

Obediently, I cupped Miss Benson’s labia, massaging it with the cream before moving downward to her perineum, which I rubbed eagerly in a circular motion, seeming to bring her to a new level of arousal. Her hips bucked and the lips of her labia became noticeably pinker. Intoxicated, I cupped them again, then brought the heel of my hand up to caress her clitoris while my fingers worked her lips and taint. Unconsciously, my middle finger worked into her slit, which was sweetly wet and inviting.

“Mr. Hamrick,” Dr. Dubois was stern, shocking me back to myself, “Please, pay attention to the task at hand.”

Mortified, I immediately withdrew my hand. Miss Benson, eyes lolling, sank back on the table.

Dr. Dubois chuckled, “Mr. Hamrick, it’s procedure that the attending physician attempt the first round of insertion therapy on a patient as past her due date as Miss Benson.” He chuckled again, and as he stood, setting aside his clipboard, I noticed with shock that he himself was sporting an enormous erection. Unzipping the fly of his trousers, he moved towards the table.

“Pull her to the end of the table and we’ll attempt this therapy. If we can help her to reach orgasm naturally, labor should be rapidly induced.” His eyes met mine with a twinkle as his straining cock was freed of his pants. “Don’t worry, Mr. Hamrick—it’s best to have at least two orgasms, and you’re next in line. We want to be certain she’s induced.” He gestured to me, “Now, move her to the end of the table.”

I guided Miss Benson toward the end of the table as Dr. Dubois sidled up to it, his surprisingly large cock sprouting fully at attention, thick and veiny, the huge head showing a tiny bead of pre-cum. Miss Benson moaned again, grabbing and caressing her own swollen breasts as I shifted her toward her awaiting sire.

As he adjusted himself to her sweet, slick cleft, Dr. Dubois apprised me, “The herbs I soak the patients in are an ancient Chinese blend. They’ll remember nothing of this but relaxation and possibly the greatest arousal they’ll ever experience. They’ll never say anything to anyone. It’s far better than any drug inducement,” he explained huskily as he slowly began to thrust into her, feeding his great cock in inch by inch.

“Oooooohhhhhh, aaaarggggghhh,” Miss Benson moaned as she rubbed her great globe of a belly, every inch taught over the swelling womb within. Her hips bucked up as she rose to meet Dr. Dubois’ slow thrusts. She reached to pinch her nipples and liquid dribbled from them.

Dr. Dubois grunted, holding her legs high so that he could fuck her as deeply as possible in her extremely pregnant state, “Clean that up, man. Anything you’d like to do to arouse her is helpful here.”

Forgetting clinical formality, I eagerly brought my lips to Miss Benson’s nipple, first the right, then the left, massaging each enormous breast as I suckled it. My cock ached and throbbed and I finally freed it from my pants, caressing it avidly with the hand that wasn’t on Miss Benson.

“No, no,” Dr. Dubois scolded, grunting over his own work, “We’ll need you to provide her with another orgasm as soon as I complete.”

Obediently, I took my hand off my own aching dick and went back to work on our patient, massaging both breasts, then rubbing down her swollen belly, bucking against Dr. Dubois.

“Can you reach her clit?” he panted, either hand gripping a milky thigh for anchorage.

I coated my fingers in the cream I’d been using on her belly earlier and reached between her and the doctor, rubbing her clit in a firm, circular motion. Miss Benson responded immediately, nearly wailing and clutching her enormous breasts as the doctor fucked her all the more vigorously. This proved to be the end for them both and Miss Benson came in a screaming frenzy, both hands clutching the sheets on the table for dear life as her head rolled back and forth and her ripe, swollen body met every thrust the doctor brought it. He expired less glamorously, with a few grunts. I stroked her hair and helped reposition her on the table, seemingly too far gone in her own ecstasy to fully grasp what was going on.

“Now your go, old boy,” Dr. Dubois panted as he zipped himself up. He repositioned himself in the chair and resumed his clipboard, “Remember, several orgasms will assist the patient in a quick and easy labor. Do your very best.”

I was absolutely astounded. The entire scenario was unreal and incredibly illicit. But my throbbing cock begged me for release. And after all, it was doctor’s instructions and for the good of the patient. The firm bobbing head of my dick caught the attention of the still woozy Miss Benson, who reached out a well-manicured hand to caress it, slurring, “C’mon, one more time around. I gotta get this kid outta me.” As she stroked my cock, she rubbed her oiled belly and up onto her enormous breasts, her face flushed with arousal. Without further consideration, I fully unbelted my pants and dropped them and my undies to the floor. I grabbed her pendulous breasts in either hand and almost crushed them with desire as I bent to kiss her deeply. She pushed herself up into me and mewed softly. I moved one hand down to fondle her slit, drenched in her and the doctor’s juices. She moved against me, but her size seemed to prevent her from truly satisfying her urges. Clearly, she needed a little assistance.

Breaking our kiss, I rolled her onto her side, lifting her thigh into the air so that I could continue to finger her sweet pussy. I kissed the back of her neck and made my way up onto the table behind her, positioning my dick at her slit. “Oh, god,” she murmured huskily, “put it in me.” Needing no further invitation, I pulled back, still raising her thigh with one arm, and slowly fed my dick between her sweet pussy lips, groaning deeply as I thrust into her. I thought I’d blow my load immediately, but I paused and restrained myself, wanting to bring this beautiful fantasy woman to climax before I let myself blow sky high. We reached a glorious rhythm quickly and Miss Benson moaned murmured huskily, “Fuck. That feels great.”

Dr. Dubois evidently felt the need to re-administer the medication and got up from his comfortable chair and came toward us, unzipping his trousers to let his cock reemerge, rapidly regaining its former rigidity. He pulled a glass vial from his pocket, opened the stopper, and held it under Miss Benson’s nose. I could feel her tensed body relax beside me and her groan deepened into something animalistic.

“Very good, my dear,” he said soothingly, “Just relax and let Mr. Hamrick do all the work. Your only task is to have the biggest orgasm you can to help you begin labor.” With one hand, he stroked his cock and with the other reached forward and tweaked her nipples and rubbed her heavy breasts. Then his hand moved down over her tight, swollen belly toward her clit. Her head dipped back and her eyes rolled upward, but in her newly relaxed state, she only groaned mildly. “Hmmm,” said the doctor, seemingly a little pensive. “Perhaps try her from behind. I’d be afraid to go more than two orgasms with her in her condition, so this climax needs to bring us results.”

I obediently, albeit reluctantly, pulled out and stood, then the doctor and I helped Miss Benson into a kneeling position on the table, propping her up with some couch pillows. I climbed into position behind her and with a great sigh, thrust my cock back into her well-worked hole.

“Make sure you get her clitoris, Hamrick,” and with that admonishment, the doctor resumed his seat and went to work on his own stiff cock, watching our display through half-closed, seemingly bored eyes.

Obediently, I reached beneath her heavy belly and rubbed her clit. She bucked against me and groaned, murmuring, “Fuck. Oh, god.”

My other hand grabbed her sweet ass for dear life as I thrust into her in rapid rhythm.

“That’s very good, boy,” the doctor observed, his own cock nearly purple. “Now, Miss Benson, when you come this time, I want you to push down as hard as you can, mimicking the actions you practiced in our Lamaze class.” His voice was just above a whisper, and I observed out of the corner of my eye as he spurted another great load out over the gray-blue carpet.

Miss Benson was clearly nearing a second climax, grinding against me and grunting the dirtiest stream of words I’ve ever heard from any woman, let along one as deliciously made as her. A final deep thrust and tweaking of her clit brought her to, and she came in a whimpering frenzy, her cunt throbbing around my cock and pulling from me the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had. I grabbed her ass with both hands, fucking her without mercy as I spurted my load into her sweet pregnant cunt. She panted and I felt that she was pushing down as the doctor had instructed. I pulled out quickly, suddenly nervous that I would be in the way. When I did, she rolled onto her back and rose up a little on the table while rubbing her belly and groaning, “Doctor, doctor, I’m pushing. Something’s happening.” A slow trickle of clear liquid appeared between her spread thighs.

The doctor stood and zipped himself, chuckling, “Very good, Miss Benson, very good. You’ll have this baby out of you very soon.” He clapped me on back and I started, still astonished at all that had just transposed. “Excellent job, Hamrick. Well executed. I do believe you’ll be a great asset to my clinic.”

As he assisted Miss Benson back into her robe and helped her, still woozy, out of the room, I got dressed as quickly as possible. I was rather shocked at what I’d entered into, but I’d just had the greatest orgasm I’d ever had. I needed to go home and think about this. And jerk off about 5 more times while thinking about it.

- The End -

This story is a work of fiction. It’s about an 18 year old boy named Jim (my alter ego) who gets himself in a bit of trouble and ends up in a juvenile boot camp. The story describes Jim’s entrance physical exam as it is given by a female doctor and nurse.

Please let me know what you think.

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Jim was silent as he waited with his mother. Normally he wouldn’t want to spend this much time with her. He’d much rather be having fun with his friends. But that’s exactly what got him into trouble. He realized that his time with her, or for that matter, anyone that he knew, was very limited. His 90 day sentence in this juvenile boot camp was about to begin, and once it did he wouldn’t be allowed contact with anyone on the outside.

There were still 2 other late-teenage boys in the waiting room, both of them silently waiting with their parents. Jim nervously looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it had been just over an hour since the inner doors to the facility were last opened and the previous boy was taken inside. There wasn’t much to do in the waiting room. His mother had already filled out all of the required paperwork, which included a detailed medical history. All he could do now was to wait until his name was called and it was his turn to go inside.

A few short minutes later, the double doors leading inside were opened and a woman entered the waiting room. She was the same woman that came out to get the last boy and was wearing a nurse’s uniform. As she entered the room, she looked down at the folder of paperwork in her hand.

“James Johnson” she called. Reluctantly I stood up as it was now my turn to enter the facility.

“I love you mom,” I said as I hugged her tightly.

“I love you too Jim,” she replied. “Take care of yourself and be good in there,” she added, “We’ll see you in 3 months.”

“Is it James or Jim?” the nurse asked.

“Jim is fine,” I replied.

“Well then follow me, Jim” she said as we entered through the doors. I waved goodbye one last time to my mom who was now crying.

“I’m Nurse Smith,” she said as we walked down the narrow hallway. “I’ll be assisting with your entrance processing today”.

I noticed that her name tag had her full name: Angela Smith. Following her down the hallway, I had a chance to get a better look at her. She had blond hair and looked to be around 25 or 30. She seemed to be very fit. Her nurse’s outfit fit her in all the right places. We turned a couple of corners in the hallway and finally entered into a large room. As we entered, the nurse locked the door behind us with a key that she had in her pocket. There were two other women already in the room. One of the women was wearing a white doctor’s lab coat – she had brown hair and was slightly older, maybe in her mid-30s. The other woman was much older and was dressed very business-like in a suit.

“Hello James, I’m Doctor Sharon Cole,” said the woman in the lab coat, “I’m one of the physicians on staff here”.

“And you can address me as Ms Kramer” said the older woman. “I am the assistant administrator of this facility.”

“Wait right here Jim,” said the nurse, “We’ll get started as soon as we make sure your paperwork is in order”.

Nervously, I waited just inside the locked doorway as the three women gathered around a desk at the far end of the room. They were shuffling through the paperwork in my folder. This was my first opportunity to take a look at the room. In the middle of the room there was an exam table, similar to what you would find in any doctor’s office. There was a counter behind the table that had the usual assortment of doctor’s instruments. Just to the left of the exam table was a medical scale and just to the left of it was the desk where all of the women were standing. On the right side of the exam table and against the wall was a toilet and a small sink. It was strange to see a toilet out in the open like that. Anyone using it would do so without any privacy at all. I also noticed that there were three cameras mounted near the ceiling, one at each end of the room and one directly over the exam table. It was very clear to me now that whatever was about to happen to me in this room, it wouldn’t be private at all.

“Alright, let’s get started,” said Ms Kramer as she walked toward me. She immediately began a series of rapid-fire questions.

“Your full name please,” she asked.

“James Kenneth Johnson” I answered.

“And your date of birth?” she asked.

“February 2, 1993″ I answered.

“So you just turned 18, is that correct?” she asked. I nodded my head in agreement. “OK, good, we certainly want to make sure we have the right boy with us today. As you are already aware, because your offenses were minor, you have been committed to this facility as an alternative to a more traditional juvenile detention facility, Your record says that you and your friends were in a stolen vehicle, is that correct?”

“Yes ma’am” I replied.

“Well,” she continued, “I can guarantee you that by the time you’ve completed your commitment here, you’ll wish that you had never gotten mixed up in anything like that.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

“Now, let me tell you what will happen for the next hour or so,” she continued. “These two ladies will complete your intake processing, which means that they will make sure you’re fully prepared for your stay here. As part of that processing they will give you a complete physical examination. That is necessary since this is a boot camp facility and during your stay with us you will be participating in more physical activity than you’ve probably done in your young life. When they have finished their examination and processing they will escort you to your drill instructor. Do you have any questions?”

“No ma’am,” I replied.

“Alright then, I’ll leave you in the care of these fine ladies” the administrator said. With that, she unlocked the door and left, re-locking it as she closed the door behind her. Doctor Cole and Nurse Smith now approached me.

“OK James,” said the doctor, “to get things started, please stand over there” pointing to a spot at the center of the room. As I walked over to the designated spot, she continued her orders: “Go ahead and remove your clothing.”

At first I was a bit shocked at her request, but I began to comply by pulling off my shoes and socks. As I did, the nurse stretched out her hands and took them from me. She immediately put them on the counter and began to inspect them. Next I pulled off my polo shirt and the T-shirt under it and placed them in the doctor’s outstretched hands. She began her inspection of my clothes, looking in the pocket of the shirt and closely examining the collar. I hesitated at this point, waiting to see if they wanted me to undress further.

“Continue,” ordered the doctor.

“Yes ma’am” I replied.

I unbuckled my jeans, slid them down and stepped out of them. I handed them to the nurse who immediately pulled out the belt and began to examine it. She handed the jeans to the doctor who pulled out all of the pockets and began to closely examine them. I was down to my boxers now and I once again paused to see if I had to continue. The nurse now looked in my direction and smiled.

“Everything Jim,” she said. “We need to inspect every bit of your clothing, and besides, we will be giving you a complete physical.”

Reluctantly I grasped the waist band of my boxers and pulled them all the way down, stepping out of them in one quick movement. I handed them to the nurse and then placed my hands over my groin area to try and maintain some amount of modesty.

I stood there naked and watched as the two women finished their inspection of my clothes. As they finished each piece, they neatly folded it and placed it in a large plastic container which already had my name on it along with a number. The only thing that didn’t go into the container was my shoes. Those were placed on the floor next to the door.

“We’ll take good care of your clothes Jim,” said the nurse. “You won’t need any of them during your stay with us since we’ll furnish all of the clothing that you’ll need.”

“We are required to do an initial body search now,” said the doctor. “After that we can begin your examination. Please place your feet on the red marks that you see on the floor before you.”

I looked down to see a pair of red foot prints that were painted on the floor in front of me. I placed each foot on a mark, spreading my legs widely about 3 or 4 feet apart in the process. I noticed that both of the women were snapping on examination gloves as I was getting into position.

“Now place your hands on top of your head, palms up,” the doctor ordered.

I immediately obeyed and moved my hands to the top of my head, uncovering my genitals in the process. Both of the women now descended upon me, working as a team to perform a quick external inspection of my entire body. The nurse began by checking my head, running her hands through my hair, looking behind my ears and checking between the fingers of my open hands. At the same time the doctor was looking inside my mouth and up my nose. The doctor then began to examine my groin area, lifting my balls and flaccid penis and running her hands through my thick pubic hair. At the same time, I felt the nurse’s hands moving up and down between my legs, touching my inner thighs from behind me. The doctor finished with my genitals and made a quick inspection of my feet, looking between my toes. I then felt the nurse’s hands spreading my butt cheeks and running her fingers between them.

“Bend over and grab your ankles please,” I heard the nurse say. “Keep your feet apart and on the marks,” she added.

As I bent over and grabbed my ankles, I could feel the skin of my butt cheeks tightening and the cool room air on my exposed ass. Once again I felt fingers running up and down between my cheeks, making contact with my ass hole but not penetrating me. I felt the hands briefly grasp my balls from behind and then release them.

“OK, you can stand up Jim,” I heard the nurse say from behind me. As I stood up, both of the women removed their examination gloves.

“First things first,” said the doctor, “have a seat in the chair James”.

I walked toward a small plastic chair near the desk and sat down. The doctor now approached me with cordless hair clippers.

“Everyone gets the same hair cut when they arrive here, James,” she said. With that, she proceeded to quickly trim off all of the hair on my head.

“There, much better,” she said. I raised my hand and felt my almost-bald head for the first time. All of my hair was now on the floor and was being swept up by the nurse.

“Let’s check your vision now James, stand up over here,” said the doctor.

Still nude, I stood up and faced the eye chart that was affixed to the wall. When instructed, I covered my right eye and read the second line from the bottom with my left eye.

“Good,” she said, “now cover your left eye.” I repeated the line without any problems. “Good you’re 20/20, no problems with your vision at all,” said the doctor.

While the doctor recorded the results of my eye exam, the nurse escorted me to the scales to record my weight.

“Stand up straight with your arms to your side Jim,” said the nurse. I stepped on the scales and faced the wall while the nurse moved the weights. I’ve had my weight checked many times, but this is the first time it’s ever been checked in the nude. It was a very strange feeling knowing that I was completely exposed before these two women and there was absolutely nothing that I could do to prevent it. But I also had the sinking feeling that this exam would get much worse before it was all over.

“Now turn around,” ordered the nurse, “let’s get your height.” I turned around and faced the nurse, instinctively using my hands to cover my groin.

“No, I need your hands at your side Jim, and stand up straight,” she ordered. I moved my hands, uncovering myself in the process.

“OK, we need a couple of other measurements so stand over there,” she ordered. I stepped off the scale and walked a few feet to where she was pointing. She approached me with a cloth measuring tape.

“Go ahead and raise your arms so I can get your waist size,” she ordered. As I raised my arms above my head, she reached around me and ran the cloth tape around my waist. After recording my waist size, she moved the tape up and recorded my chest measurement.

“Just one more,” she said, “I need your inseam measurement.” I had no idea what an inseam was but I was about to find out.

“Spread your legs apart please,” the nurse ordered. As I repositioned my legs she crouched down in front of me and began to measure the instead of my thigh, all the way from my crotch to my ankle. As her hands moved between my legs, I felt the back of her hand briefly brush against my balls.

“Can you please lift your testicles out of the way Jim?” she asked. I reached down with both hands and cradled my balls, lifting them and my penis out of her way. After a few seconds she completed the measurements and stood up to record the results.

“Alright Jim, now I need you to go over there next to the toilet,” said the nurse as she pointed to the other side of the room.

I walked toward the toilet at the right side of the room with Nurse Smith following right behind me. As I walked past the examination table in the middle of the room, I saw that Doctor Cole was preparing for the rest of my exam. She was putting fresh paper on the table and seemed to be organizing her instruments.

“OK Jim, we need a urine specimen from you,” said the nurse as she was putting on a fresh pair of exam gloves.

“You mean I have to do it right here in the open?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m afraid so Jim,” she replied. “We are required to supervise the collection of all specimens.” I just looked at her in disbelief.

“But first I need to clean you to make sure the sample isn’t contaminated,” she added. She opened a package containing a small alcohol wipe and approached me. “Just stand still please.” She reached down and grabbed my penis with her left hand, encircling my shaft with her fingers and leaving just the tip exposed. She held the wipe in her right hand and gently cleansed the tip of my penis.

“There you go, you’re all ready now,” she said as she released her grip on my young manhood. She handed me a clear plastic cup and backed up a couple of steps. But she was still facing me.

I took the cup and positioned myself over the toilet. I held the cup in my left hand and my penis in my right. I stood there for a minute or so. Nothing happened, nothing at all. Finally I felt the urge to pee. I started my stream into the toilet and then filled the plastic cup. I’ve never had to pee in front of someone before. I felt very embarrassed knowing that she was standing right there watching me. When I was finished I handed the cup to the nurse.

“Here Jim, dry yourself off with this,” she said as she handed me a tissue. “When you’re done please have a seat on the exam table,” she added. I watched as she placed the cup on the counter and removed her gloves.

I took a seat on the edge of the exam table, placing my hands in my lap to cover my genitals. I’ve never been examined totally in the nude before. My regular doctor always gives me a gown to wear. I definitely felt very exposed sitting on the table without any covering at all.

“Open please, hold this under your tongue,” the nurse said. As I opened my mouth she stuck an electronic thermometer under my tongue. After just a few seconds it beeped and she removed it. “99.2″ the nurse said, “Your temperature is slightly elevated, so we’ll check it again later.” Next she took my left hand in hers and recorded my pulse. After that she placed a cuff over my left arm to measure my blood pressure. She placed the stethoscope in her ears and then pressed the bell of the instrument on my arm. I felt the pressure build in my arm as she pumped up the blood pressure cuff. After about a minute she released the pressure and recorded the results.

“Normal blood pressure,” she said, “I think we’re ready for you now, doctor.”

Doctor Cole now approached me and began her examination. She started by looking in my ears, and then used the same instrument to look in my nose.

“Open please,” she ordered. I opened my mouth and she stuck a wooden tongue depressor in my mouth.

“Say ah,” she continued. “Once more” she said. I gave her my best ah sound.

“Lights off please nurse,” she ordered. The nurse flipped a wall switch and most of the overhead lights went out. “Look straight ahead” the doctor said. She then proceeded to shine a light in my right eye, then my left. “OK, lights please,” she said. The lights were once again turned on.

Satisfied that everything from my neck up was OK, Doctor Cole retrieved a small rubber hammer and proceeded to check my reflexes.

“Just relax your arms please,” she said.

She lifted and repositioned my arms so that each one rested on one of my upper thighs. In the process, my genitals were now uncovered again. I noticed that the nurse was now standing right next to the doctor. I felt very self-conscious knowing that both of them had such a close-up view of all of me, including my exposed genitals. Using her hammer, the doctor tested my left elbow and wrist. My hand jerking uncontrollably as she hit just the right spot. She repeated the same tests on my right arm. Next she used the hammer on my left knee, then my right. Each time my legs kicked as she expected. She now lifted my left leg and used the hammer on my ankle. Once again my leg jerked as if on command. She repeated the test on my right ankle. After the hammer was handed to Nurse Smith the doctor placed the stethoscope in her ears.

“Breathe deeply please,” she said as she pressed the bell of the instrument against my chest. I took a deep breath and then let it out. I could feel the cold metal of the stethoscope on my bare chest. “Again,” said the doctor. I took another breath while she moved the stethoscope to a different position. “Now take a deep breath and hold it” she commanded. This time I held my breath. “Again,” she said. “Now breathe normally,” she said as she repositioned the instrument on my chest. After a few seconds she moved to my side and placed the stethoscope on my back. “Take another deep breath and hold it,” she ordered. After a few seconds she repositioned it. “Again please,” she said.

The doctor now moved behind me, partially sitting on the exam table. She placed both of her hands around my neck and began to press firmly.

“Swallow please, I need to check your thyroid,” she said. I swallowed as she continued to firmly press around my neck. After releasing her grip on my neck she got off the table and moved back to my side. She lifted my right arm high above my head and plunged the fingers of her other hand deep into the area under my arm pit.

“I’m just checking your lymph nodes James,” she volunteered. She moved to the other side of the exam table and repeated the maneuver on my left arm pit.

“Go ahead and lie back James,” ordered Doctor Cole.

As I laid back she pulled out an extension at the foot of the table to support my feet. She used her stethoscope again on my chest, moving it from one location to another. She then began to palpate my abdomen, using the fingers of her right hand to lightly tap me. She did this in several places, each time tapping lower on my body.

“Raise your knees please,” she ordered. I raised both of my knees and she pressed deeply into my left side using both of her hands.

“Take a deep breath and hold it,” she ordered. I held my breath and then released it upon her command. She repeated the procedure on my other side.

I briefly looked up between my raised knees and made eye contact with Nurse Smith. She was standing just to the right of the doctor and seemed to be intently watching this part of my examination. I was fully exposed before her and with my knees up and slightly parted she could obviously see everything that I had between my legs. I noticed that her expression had changed. She now had a slight smile on her face as she was intently watching my examination.

“Go ahead and lower your knees please,” said the doctor. Now the stethoscope went back into the doctor’s ears as she pressed the instrument much lower on my abdomen. This time she pressed it against my groin area just above my crop of pubic hair.

“I’m just checking your pulses now, James,” the doctor explained. I felt the cold metal of the stethoscope just inches above my most private parts. After a few seconds, she finished my abdominal exam and placed her stethoscope on the counter behind me.

“Hop down for me James” said the doctor as she pushed the table extension back into the foot of the table.

As I got up from the table, I saw the doctor pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. Since she wanted me standing up, I had a pretty good idea what she was about to do to me. I’ve had sports physicals in the past and they always included a hernia exam.

“Just a quick hernia exam James, nothing to worry about,” said the doctor. I guess I must have looked scared since she sounded like she was trying to reassure me that the exam wouldn’t be too bad.

“Legs apart and hands at your side,” she ordered. As I moved my feet apart I felt the fingers of her gloved hand press deep into my right side in the area between my penis and balls.

“Turn your head and cough please,” she ordered. I turned my head to my left and let out one big cough. As I coughed she pressed even deeper, making it feel like she was trying to actually lift me up by my right ball. She released and repositioned her fingers to my left ball and repeated the procedure. I turned my head to the right and let out another big cough for her. As I turned my head I looked directly at Nurse Smith who was just a few feet away and still watching my exam. Her gaze was directed downward toward my genitals.

“Good, no hernias,” said the doctor. “You’ll be doing a lot of exercising during your stay here so that’s something we always watch out for. Now back up on the table please, and lie back.”

I climbed back up on the table, still nude and my groin still aching from the hernia exam. Even though it hurt and was embarrassing, I was glad that the hernia exam was over. I was also surprised, and relieved, that she didn’t do a more thorough exam. After all, she hardly touched my balls or penis. I’ve had more extensive genital exams from my pediatrician.

As I laid back, my feet dangled over the foot of the exam table. I was waiting for one of them to pull out the foot extension but they didn’t. Instead, the two of them simultaneously approached me, the doctor on my right and the nurse on my left. They each took hold of one of my hands and quickly fastened them to the table using nylon belts. I didn’t notice the belts before since they were concealed on each side of the exam table.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I shouted. As I spoke, they were pulling another nylon belt across my chest and fastening it to the other side of the table.

“Don’t worry Jim,” said the nurse, “we’re not going to hurt you. We’re required to restrain all patients for the next part of the exam. We’ve had a few incidents in the past and this is now the procedure we must follow.”

“But, what are you going to do to me? You don’t need to tie me down,” I pleaded. “I won’t cause any trouble.”

“I’m sorry Jim, we have to follow our standard protocol,” answered the nurse.

After my chest and arms were secured, the two of them moved down toward my legs. I tried to raise my head to see what they were doing but it was difficult because of my restraints. I heard the sound of metal sliding out of the exam table and to my horror I saw them raising a pair of leg supports from the foot of the table. After locking the supports in place, they lifted my left leg into place on the support and fastened it tightly to the support with another nylon belt. My leg was supported just at my knee, allowing everything below my knee to hang free. They repeated the procedure on my right leg.

“There you go,” said the doctor, “all ready for the next part of your processing.”

The supports were angled outward from the table causing my legs to be spread apart and my knees drawn up toward my chest. Let’s recap: I was totally nude laying flat on an exam table, my arms, chest and legs were bound tightly by restraints, and my legs were raised and spread apart. Oh, and my penis and balls were dangling between my legs, my butt cheeks were now stretched apart and my ass hole was prominently on display. This was not the best day of my young life.

“I’ll prepare the solution for him while you do the preliminaries,” said the doctor.

“Alright,” answered the nurse, “I should be ready for it in about 5 minutes.”

The doctor walked in the direction of the sink behind me and was now out of my line of sight. In the mean time, the nurse put on another pair of rubber gloves and approached me.

“Can’t you release me?” I pleaded, “I promise I won’t be any trouble.”

“Sorry Jim,” the nurse answered, “all of the boys have to go through this same procedure.” “But don’t worry,” she added, “If you cooperate I’ll do my best to make this as quick and painless for you as possible.”

I now watched as Nurse Smith took a glass thermometer, shook it twice, and then dipped it into a jar of clear lubricant.

“Your temperature was slightly elevated Jim, so I need to check it again,” she said. “Just relax please, this won’t hurt a bit.”

I immediately felt her spread my already-parted cheeks even further with one of her hands and insert the lubricated thermometer into my ass hole with the other. The thermometer didn’t hurt, but it felt cold and very slippery within me.

“We’ll just leave that in place for a few minutes so we get a good reading,” she said. At that moment I heard the sound of water running in the sink behind me. I assume it was the doctor preparing the “solution” for me that she mentioned earlier.

Next the nurse retrieved the cordless hair clippers that the doctor used earlier on my head and approached me with them.

“Now to finish the job we started earlier,” said the nurse. Give my current position, I quickly realized what she was about to do.

“No, you’re not going to trim me down there, are you?” I pleaded.

“Yes Jim,” she answered, “we like all of our boys to be completely trimmed. It’s much more hygienic in this kind of environment.”

She immediately went to work trimming my pubic hair. I couldn’t see what she was doing but I sure felt it. I felt the hair trimmer against my skin as she made her way around my pubic area. I then felt her lift my balls out of the way and trim around and below them. Next she took turns grasping each of my balls and carefully removing all of the hair from each one. Finally, she worked her way down even further and trimmed the hair surrounding my ass hole.

“There we go, all done,” she said. “You look much cleaner without your full bush of hair.”

After setting the hair trimmers aside, she took a wet wash cloth and carefully brushed away the remaining hair from my groin. The water on the cloth was slightly warm, and for a brief moment, it actually felt good.

“Let’s see if that thermometer is ready,” said the nurse. The next thing I felt was her removing the thermometer from my ass and reading it. “98.7″ she said, “Good, that’s much better than we got orally.” As I watched, the nurse wiped down the thermometer with a tissue and then placed it in a container of alcohol.

“I think we’re ready doctor,” said the nurse.

“OK, you can go ahead and lubricate him,” I heard the doctor say from behind me.

Almost immediately, Nurse Smith smeared a generous amount of clear lubricant on her gloved right index finger.

“Just try to relax your muscles Jim,” she said as she approached me. “I’m just going to lubricate your anus so the nozzle will go in easier.”

Lubricate my anus? Nozzle? What were they going to do to me? I felt a slight pressure as her finger lightly pressed against my ass hole. After a brief second, she easily slipped deep inside of me and I instinctively let out a gasp of air.

“This procedure will be much more comfortable if you’re well lubricated,” she said as she twisted her finger in a circle inside of me.

All of this attention to my ass hole was affecting my penis. I could feel the first signs of an erection as the blood began to flow to that area of my body. I was hoping that I wouldn’t get fully hard, but I really didn’t have any control over what was happening. While the nurse’s finger was still inside of me, Doctor Cole reappeared. She was pushing a long metal pole that was on wheels. At the top of the pole was hung a clear bag that was filled with a clear fluid. A long black rubber hose was connected to the bottom of the bag. She positioned the pole next to my right leg. It was suddenly becoming clear exactly what was about to happen to me.

“Alright Jim,” said the nurse as she removed her finger from me. “I think you’re well lubricated now.”

After positioning the enema equipment, Doctor Cole turned and started to walk away.

“About 15 minutes?” asked the doctor.

“Yes, that should be about right. I’ll take care of Jim and you can catch up on all of that paperwork that’s piling up,” answered Nurse Smith.

With that, the doctor walked over to the desk and began rummaging through paperwork, seemingly unaware of what was about to happen to me on the exam table. As I watched, the nurse uncoiled the full length of the rubber hose from the stand.

“Have you ever had an enema before Jim,” asked the nurse.

“No way,” I quickly answered, “but I know what it’s for, and believe me, I don’t need it. I just took a big dump this morning before I left home.”

“Well,” continued the nurse, “That’s good, but it’s not quite that simple. We need to make sure you’re properly cleaned out so we can continue with your examination. And it’s the procedure that we have to follow with all new boys.”

As she continued talking to me she held up the metal nozzle at the end of the hose and began to thoroughly lubricate it. It looked like it was several inches long and tapered so that the end was thinner than the part that was connected to the hose.

“There,” she said as she held up the nozzle, admiring her work. “That looks like it’s good and slippery. I think we’re ready.”

“Now just try to relax Jim,” the nurse said.

The next thing I felt was her finger entering me again, followed by the cold steel of the nozzle sliding into me. As the nozzle slid in, her finger simultaneously slid out. I felt the nozzle being pushed deeper into me. I couldn’t see what was happening, but it felt like the entire metal nozzle was now completely buried in my ass. Satisfied that everything was correctly in place, Nurse Smith took a step toward the metal stand and reached for the valve at the bottom of the bag.

“Now, you’ll feel the fluid going into you when I release this Jim,” she said. “Just try to relax and it will all be over soon.”

As I watched, she opened the valve and I began to feel the solution rushing into me, filling my intestines with the warm fluid. I was still restrained, so all I could do was watch the bag empty of its solution, hoping that I would be able to hold all of it. As I felt the fluid entering me, I also felt my penis becoming harder. I strained to raise my head from the table and saw that I was indeed getting harder. I tried to think about something else and to take my mind off of it. But that was difficult to do given the position I was in at the moment.

For a brief moment, Nurse Smith walked out of my sight to the counter behind me. She reappeared with what looked like a black rubber plug in her hand. As the bag was still emptying into me, she held up the plug and applied a liberal amount of lubricant to its entire length.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“Well Jim,” she answered, “once the bag has emptied, you’ll need to hold that solution for about 10 minutes before elimination.” She continued: “Some boys are not able to hold it that long, so we now use this to help them.”

“So what is it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“It’s an anal plug Jim. I’ll insert it after I remove the nozzle. It works just like a plug in a sink or bath tub,” the nurse answered. “It will keep you from leaking, you’ll see.”

As she continued to lubricate the plug, I saw that it was tapered at one end like the enema nozzle. But the wide end was much thicker, and the plug was much longer than the nozzle. Overall, I guessed that it was twice as wide and twice as long as the enema nozzle that was in me right now.

Putting down the plug, she turned her attention to the bag which was just almost empty. She reached up and squeezed the bag with both hands, forcing the last of the solution deep into me. As she did this, I felt a wave of pressure build up inside me as the last bit of fluid was forced into me. Satisfied that all of the solution was now delivered, she carefully removed the nozzle from my ass hole and hung the hose back on the metal stand.

She now retrieved the rubber plug that she lubricated and approached me. It was a similar drill as when she inserted the nozzle, but not exactly the same. This time I felt her finger enter me, quickly followed by a second finger. She then used both of her fingers to stretch the opening of my anal sphincter while she slowly slid the anal plug into me. Her fingers slipped out as she pushed the plug in to its full length. As she pushed it deep into me, I could feel how much wider and longer the plug was compared to the enema nozzle. I felt my ass hole actually being stretched by the larger diameter of the plug. And the end of the plug that was inside of me seemed to be pushing against me, probably making contact with my prostate, but I had no way to be sure of that. I felt a strange mix of humiliation, discomfort, some slight pain and cramping and more than anything else: stimulation. I looked up between my widely parted legs to see that I was now fully erect.

“Alright, Jim,” said Nurse Smith as she was removing her gloves, “you just need to hold that for about 10 minutes. Then I’ll let you eliminate.” As she turned back to face me, she obviously saw my erection.

“Well, it looks like someone is enjoying this part of the exam,” she said with a smile. I didn’t say anything in response. “Don’t worry about it Jim,” she continued, “That happens to a lot of the boys that we see, it just proves that you’re normal.” Nurse Smith picked up my folder and made a note in it before looking at her watch.

“I’ll be back in just a few minutes to check on you,” she said as she walked toward the door, unlocked it with her key and stepped out of the room. I heard the door lock being locked once again.

There was no clock in the room and I certainly wasn’t wearing a watch. All I could do was to stare at the ceiling and moan in discomfort as my intestines churned with solution. I felt periodic waves of severe cramping that would then subside, only to return again a minute or so later.

For the first time, I was acutely aware of the camera that was directly above me. I noticed it when I first came into the room, but now I was directly under it, nude, restrained, and nothing to hide with my legs spread wide for the entire world to see. I wondered who was on the other side of the camera. Who was watching me lay there in pain? I wondered if they could zoom in on various body parts, perhaps my erect cock or even my ass hole. Were they male or female? All of these thoughts rushed through my head as I waited helplessly.

I occasionally heard some papers being shuffled at the desk to my right. Since the desk was to my right and slightly behind me, I couldn’t actually turn to see who was making the sounds, but I assumed it was still Doctor Cole catching up on her paperwork.

Just then I heard a key unlock the door as Nurse Smith entered and approached me.

“How are you feeling Jim?” she asked.

“It’s really cramping badly,” I answered.

“Well, that’s to be expected,” she said. “You have just a few more minutes to wait.”

She started to loosen the belts that were holding my legs to the support beams. She lifted my left leg off of the support and carefully placed the heel of my foot on the edge of the table. She repeated the process with my right leg and then rotated the supports out of the way.

“Just keep your legs parted until I remove the anal plug,” she commanded. I watched as she pulled a rubber glove onto just her left hand.

“I see that the excitement has ended for you,” she said, noting that my erection had now subsided. I didn’t answer her. Another minute passed before she spoke again.

“OK Jim, I’m going to remove the rest of your restraints now, but I need you to stay exactly where you are until I remove the plug. Understand?” she said.

I nodded in agreement as she loosened the restraints around my arms and across my chest. With her gloved left hand, she reached between my legs and grasped the butt plug. She used one quick movement to slide the plug out of me.

“Alright” she said as she helped me get down from the exam table, “head over to the toilet and void all of that fluid.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My legs were weak from being held in that position for so long, but I managed to get to the toilet in time. As soon as I sat down, my bowels immediately opened up and the first wave of fluid was eliminated.

“Make sure you eliminate all of it,” said Nurse Smith as she walked toward me. “Here, you can clean yourself up with this when you’re finished” she said as she handed me a small box of moistened wipes.

I sat on the toilet for a few more minutes, purging my body of the fluid. Nurse Smith was standing a few feet away with her arms folded across her chest. She was just standing there watching me and not saying anything. At that moment, I didn’t care that I was sitting naked on the toilet in full view of this woman. I was just glad to be rid of the fluid. When it finally felt like all of the fluid was gone, I used a couple of the wet wipes to clean myself.

“All done?” she asked.

“I guess so,” I answered.

“Alright then, let’s have you back up on the table,” she ordered. Reluctantly I got up and walked back to the exam table. I was hoping that the enema was the final part of my exam, but it didn’t look like that was the case.

“Hop on up here,” the nurse said as she patted the top of the exam table, “on your back again.”

I climbed back up on the table and immediately laid down on my back.

“Now, I know you’re not going to like this Jim, but we do have to restrain you once again,” she said as she fastened my left arm to the table.

“You really don’t need to do this, I promise I won’t cause any problems for you,” I protested.

“I truly believe that you won’t Jim,” she answered, “but it is the standard protocol that we have to follow. I’m sure you understand that we’re just doing what we have to do.”

She continued binding my right arm and fastening the belt across my chest. I didn’t try to fight her since I knew that resistance was futile. After repositioning the leg supports, she lifted my legs back into position and fastened them to the supports. I was back in the same position again with my genitals and ass hole prominently on display.

“We’re just about ready doctor,” said the nurse.

I heard the doctor get up from her desk and approach the exam table. As she did, Nurse Smith put on a fresh pair of rubber exam gloves and proceeded to clean my ass with a wet wipe. Apparently, I didn’t do a good enough job cleaning myself.

“Alright James,” said Doctor Cole as she approached me, “are you all cleaned out now?” I didn’t answer her. She also put on a pair of exam gloves. Since I was spread wide for the world to see and they were putting on gloves, I figured that whatever they were about to do, it was going to be done below my waist!

“Alright then,” said the doctor, “let’s do a proper genital exam on you.”

As she was speaking, she grabbed my flaccid penis with her right hand. She began by lifting it up and visually examining it from all sides. Her left hand now joined the party as she began to squeeze, stretch and palpate it. During this intimate exam, Nurse Smith was standing right next to the doctor watching.

“My, you do look much cleaner without all of that bushy hair,” the doctor commented. I didn’t respond to her comment, but I saw that the nurse grinned widely when she heard the comment.

For some reason she decided that right now, when she was examining my manhood — this was the right time to carry on a casual conversation with me.

“Are you sexually active James?” asked the doctor.

“Yes, ah, I mean no,” I answered.

“Well, which is it? Are you currently sexually active?” she asked.

“No” I answered.

“But, you have had sex before?” she asked.

“Yeah, a few times last year.” I answered.

She continued her questioning: “Was that with a girl or a boy?”

“A girl, of course,” I answered, “I’m not gay!”

“Don’t get upset James. I’m not here to make any judgments. I’m merely trying to get your sexual history for our records.” It was then that I noticed that Nurse Smith was busy making notes in my chart. “I’m sure that some percentage of the boys that we see are actually gay” she added.

As the doctor was talking she squeezed the head of my penis and took a look at the opening. That was apparently the cue for Nurse Smith to hand the doctor some type of swab on a long stick. It looked like an extra long Q-tip.

“You might feel a little discomfort James,” said the doctor, “I just need to do a quick urethral swab.”

Before I could let out a big “ouch”, I felt her jamming the stick into my dick head, swirling it around and then removing it.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” she said as she handed it to the nurse. Yeah, not bad for you, I thought to myself, you didn’t just have someone shove a stick up your dick.

Satisfied that she had groped my penis enough, she turned her attention to my testicles. She began by grabbing both of them at the same time, one in each hand. She squeezed and rolled them between her fingers. But apparently my penis was in the way.

“Nurse, can you hold his penis out of the way?” she ordered. Nurse Smith quickly obeyed and held my penis up and away from my balls.

The doctor then began a similar examination on each testicle, this time using both hands to roll and squeeze a single testicle between her fingers. Throughout the exam, the doctor continued her inquiry into my sexual history.

“What kind of sexual activity did you engage in James?” she asked.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” I answered.

“Did you have vaginal intercourse with this girl or was it something else?” she asked.

“Oh, I understand,” I replied. “Yeah, we had intercourse a couple of times.”

“What about oral sex?” she asked.

“Well yeah, that too, she also gave me some blow jobs,” I answered.

After a few minutes, the doctor finished with my genital exam and Nurse Smith released my penis. But I got the feeling that they weren’t quite done with me yet. Doctor Cole began to apply lubricant to the index finger of her right hand.

“Now just try to relax James,” she said as she approached me.

I felt the pressure from her index finger on my ass hole before it slipped into me. I instinctively let out a gasp of air. She twisted her finger inside of me, just as Nurse Smith had done earlier. But Doctor Cole was much more forceful, pressing much harder and deeper into me. As she twisted her finger inside of me, I felt the beginnings of an erection once again. She decided to continue her conversation with me – this time while her finger was buried deep inside my ass.

“Have you ever engaged in anal sex James?” she asked.

“No way,” I quickly answered, “I would never do that.”

“I understand,” she said, “but have you ever tried putting something up here?”

“Um, no, but my girlfriend did stick her fingers up my ass once while we were fooling around.” I responded.

“I see,” answered the doctor, “and did you enjoy that?”

“I guess so, I mean it made me harder,” I answered.

The doctor continued: “Well James, one thing that you need to remember is that it’s all just boys here at this facility. And while most of them are like you and they like girls, some of them may also feel the urge to do things with other boys.” I wasn’t sure why she was telling me all of this, other than to scare me.

As the doctor was talking, Nurse Smith looked up at my face and discerned that the meaning of this conversation wasn’t yet registering with me.

Nurse Smith tried to explain it to me: “Jim, what Doctor Cole is saying is that officially, there’s no sexual contact allowed at this facility at all.”

“Yeah, I figured that,” I said.

“Yes,” continued the nurse, “but we also realize that boys will be boys and that they sometimes need a sexual release.” Suddenly, I was beginning to understand what they were trying to tell me. Nurse Smith continued: “That’s especially true in an environment like this where the boys are living in close contact with each other, wearing minimal clothing, exercising together, showering together and so on.” She continued: “So, while we don’t condone it, we know that some sexual activity does occur between the boys.” The nurse paused for just a moment and smiled as she looked at me. “Don’t be surprised by it,” she continued. “And most importantly, you should never feel like you’re being forced to do something that you don’t want to do.”

As the nurse was talking, Doctor Cole finally removed her finger from my ass. It was now her turn to contribute to my lecture. “And James,” she said, “the most important thing to remember is to always use a condom and plenty of lubricant, for you and your partner – that is, if you decide to do anything. A supply of them should be available from your counselor.”

Doctor Cole removed her soiled gloves and immediately replaced them with a fresh pair. I was expecting one of them to wipe the lubricant off of my ass but neither of them did.

“You’re almost done James,” said the doctor, “the only thing we lack from you is a semen sample. Our insurance requires it in case you’re injured during your stay with us.” Thoughts of me jacking off in front of these two women flashed into my mind.

“No way. You can’t make me do that in front of you,” I protested.

“Oh my, no,” answered the doctor, “we’re not allowed to make you do that. We follow a very strict procedure for obtaining the sample.”

As the doctor was talking, Nurse Smith handed her a sealed condom package. The doctor held it up while she continue talking: “You see, we’re going to place this condom on your penis in order to catch the sample. And then we’ll stimulate you until you ejaculate. We’ll take care of everything, you just need to relax. Most of the boys actually seem to enjoy it.” It sounded embarrassing enough, but hey, I had been naked and on display for the better part of the last hour, so I figured that if they wanted to give me a hand job, that was OK by me.

“What size dildo would you like me to prepare doctor?” asked the nurse.

Dildo? Did she say dildo? Doesn’t that go up your ass, I thought to myself?

“Well, was he aroused at all when you were administering the enema?” the doctor asked.

“Yes,” answered Nurse Smith, “he was semi-hard after I inserted the nozzle and then became fully erect as I was inserting the anal plug.”

“And did you have any trouble inserting the plug all the way?” asked the doctor.

“Well, it was tight, but I was able to insert it completely. I used the medium size plug,” answered Nurse Smith.

“Oh, then I think he can handle either the medium or large size dildo,” said the doctor, “We want to make sure he receives enough stimulation. I don’t think the small size would be enough for him.”

As the nurse left to presumably retrieve the dildo, Doctor Cole opened the condom package and prepared to place it on my flaccid penis.

“We need to get you just a little bit hard to start off, otherwise the condom will just fall off,” she said. As she was speaking, she grabbed the shaft of my penis and stretched if a few times. She then gave me a couple of good strokes with her hand. “There we go, that’s much better,” she said as she rolled the condom on my now semi-erect penis. As Doctor Cole was finishing with my penis, Nurse Smith arrived with the dildo.

“I decided to prepare the medium size,” she said.

She had already placed a condom on it which covered almost its entire length. I don’t know exactly how big it was, but it looked huge. It must have been at least 10 inches long and looked very thick. It was flesh colored and it looked like it was made of some kind of hard rubber. It wasn’t just a smooth cylinder. It was somewhat anatomically correct and had a wider head at the top. It was definitely phallic in appearance.

When I saw it, I immediately protested: “I said I’m not gay and I don’t want something that looks like some guys cock going into me!”

“I’m sorry you feel that way James,” said the doctor, “but this is what we use because it seems to work best.”

“That’s right” said the nurse as she was applying lubricant to the dildo. “Previously we used a much more dignified looking medical instrument that wasn’t as anatomically correct. But we found that most boys seem to receive much greater stimulation when we use something that is more realistic and feels like a real erect penis. And we get a much better sample when the boy is sufficiently stimulated.”

“But, you can’t use that on me, it’s just not right!” I protested again.

“Sorry James,” said the doctor, “but for the next 90 days, we determine what’s right and wrong. You really don’t have a say in the matter. Now just relax so we can get on with the procedure.” As the doctor was speaking, the nurse looked at me and smiled. When the dildo was fully lubricated, the nurse handed it to the doctor.

“You’ll feel some pressure and stretching at first James,” said the doctor, “but then it should start to feel good – otherwise we’ll never get our sample.”

As she spoke, I felt the tip of the dildo pressing against my ass hole. It felt cold and very slippery from all of the lubricant that the nurse applied. I felt more pressure as it started to enter me, stretching my anal sphincter wider as it was pushed deeper into me. The doctor went very slowly, pushing it into me with a methodical and steady pace.

“There, all the way in,” she said, “are you OK James?”

I nodded in agreement. I wasn’t in any pain, but it didn’t exactly feel good. But I was still semi-hard and getting harder with each passing moment.

“Alright then,” said the doctor, “just relax and try to enjoy this James.”

As she spoke, she pulled the dildo out of me, not all the way out but almost. Then she pushed it back in, more rapidly than before. She repeated this motion several more times, steadily increasing the speed with each stroke.

“Now Jim, try not to ejaculate immediately,” said the nurse, “we need you to build up a bit before you let go, so we get a good sample.”

As she spoke, I felt the nurses hand on my balls. She was holding them and began to squeeze and fondle them. I guess she was trying to increase the stimulation. And it was working. The doctor continued to pump the dildo in and out of me, steadily increasing the speed and intensity of each thrust. All of the stimulation was directed at my ass hole and my balls, which were now being held and fondled by the nurse. I was just aching to grab my hard cock and stroke it, but I couldn’t. My hands were still tightly strapped to the table. I was suddenly aware of the sounds that I was making. I heard myself moaning in pleasure and also gasping for air as the doctor continued to thrust the dildo into me. The nurse was still fondling my balls, she was now pulling her finger between them, separating them. It felt really, really good. But now I felt her other hand grab the base of my cock, wrapping her fingers tightly around it. Finally, this is what I’ve been aching for. She was wearing a glove and I could feel that it was lightly lubricated. She didn’t stroke me, she just kept her fingers tightly wrapped around me.

I closed my eyes. I was getting close, very close. My balls started to tighten and pull up closer to my body. My cock felt like it was as hard as I had ever been.

“He’s almost there doctor,” I heard the nurse say.

“Very good,” answered the doctor, “go ahead and ejaculate James, whenever you’re ready.”

The nurse now began to stroke me. Her strokes were synchronized with the thrusts from the dildo. Just a few more strokes and I couldn’t take much more. I arched my back, I close my eyes, I let out a rebel yell, and I let loose and finally came. Wave upon wave was shot into the waiting condom. The doctor picked up the pace and intensity even more, thrusting the dildo even further into me than before. The nurse squeezed my balls with much more force as she switched to a slow and deliberate stroking motion. Her strokes started at the base of my cock and slowly made their way up my entire shaft. She was milking me and she wanted to get every last drop of my cum.

I felt the nurse release her grip on my cock and balls as the doctor slid the dildo out from my ass. Quickly, before I lost my erection, the nurse removed the condom, bending my penis downward slightly to avoid spilling the contents. She took the full condom to the counter behind the exam table to presumably save my sample. At the same time, the doctor was removing the condom from the dildo and placing it on the counter, presumably to be cleaned before it was used again on the next boy.

“I’ll finish processing his sample while you get him cleaned up,” said the doctor.

“Sure thing,” answered the nurse.

The nurse approached me with a container of moistened wipes and began to clean the excess lubricant from my ass. Once she was satisfied that I was clean, she retrieved a fresh wipe and turned her attention to my penis. She gently grabbed my shaft with her left hand and proceeded to clean it with her right. She wiped the excess cum from my penis and also cleaned the entire area around my balls and lower abdomen.

“Alright Jim,” said the nurse, “that should just about do it for you.”

As she was speaking, she loosened the restraints holding my legs, then the ones around my arms and chest. She walked back to the end of the table to lift my legs out of the leg supports and place my feet flat on the table. Next, she lowered the metal leg supports, placing them back into their hiding place at the end of the table.

“Here, let me help you sit up, Jim,” she said as she held out her hand.

I was now sitting on the edge of the exam table, still totally nude, but at least I was free of the restraints. And it seemed that they were finally done with my examination.

“I’ll ring his DI to let them know that he’ll be there in a few minutes,” said the doctor. I watched as she walked over to the desk and picked up the phone.

“I’ll be escorting you to your drill instructor next, Jim,” said the nurse. “Before we go, do you need to use the bathroom at all? You might not get another chance for awhile.”

“No, I’m OK,” I replied.

“Good, then let’s get you something to wear,” she said. “Come over here with me.”

I got up from the exam table and followed the nurse to the far side of the room where they had another counter and several closed cabinets. The nurse had the folder with my medical records in her hand.

“Let’s see what size you need,” she said as she checked the measurements that she had earlier recorded on my chart. “Looks like you’re a medium,” she said as she opened one of the cabinets. “Here you go, put this on,” she said as she handed me a clean white jockstrap, size medium.

“But, it’s just a jockstrap,” I said, stating the obvious.

“Yes, that’s right,” she answered, “I’m afraid this is the only type of underwear that you’ll be wearing throughout your stay here. It’s what all of the boys are required to wear.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I protested.

“Well, just remember that this is a boot camp and they will be working you pretty hard. So you may not like it, but it actually makes a little bit of sense,” she answered.

“But it’s not much good as underwear. It doesn’t even cover you in back,” I complained.

“Yes, but it does provide the support that you boys need,” she continued. “You need to go ahead and put it on now.”

I reluctantly bent over to step into the legs of the jockstrap. While doing so, I noticed that the doctor was finished with her phone call and was now approaching us. She had another folder of papers in her hand. The doctor and the nurse were both now standing just a few feet away from me, watching my every move as I put on the jockstrap. I reached down to pull the jock up to my waist, covering my penis and balls with the clingy mesh pouch. As I pulled the jockstrap up snugly, I felt the rear straps snap against my bare ass. Once everything was pulled up to my waist, I reached into the front of the pouch and adjusted myself, pointing my penis downward as I always did when I wore a jockstrap. The doctor and nurse both nodded in approval as they looked at me.

“That seems to fit you well,” said the nurse, “It’s the right size and looks very masculine on you. You have a good looking body, Jim and you shouldn’t be ashamed to show it off.”

“Your drill instructor is waiting for you, Jim,” said the doctor as she exchanged folders with the nurse.

“You can escort him when you’re ready,” she said to the nurse.

“We’re ready now doctor,” she answered.

“Good,” said the doctor turning to address me, “I hope you have a safe stay with us James. Please take care of yourself.”

“Thank you ma’am,” I politely replied.

“Alright then, let’s go Jim, your DI is waiting,” said the nurse as she walked toward the door.

“Hey, aren’t you forgetting something,” I said, “I’ve got underwear, but I’m not finished dressing yet.”

“Actually you are Jim,” answered the nurse. “You see, that’s all you’re allowed to wear for now, just the jockstrap. Additional clothing is something that can be earned for good behavior, but for now, this is it.”

“No way,” I protested, “this is all I’m allowed to wear?”

“For now, yes,” she answered. “All the boys start this way. Most quickly earn additional clothing, but a few stubborn boys never do.”

“So I really have to walk around like this, with everyone seeing my bare ass?” I asked.

“That’s right,” she answered. “And I can assure you that you’ll be doing a lot more than just walking around in your jockstrap. So I suggest that you just accept the situation, because you really have no choice in the matter. And let me give you just a word of advice Jim. I know you’re upset and I really don’t mind you questioning me like this. But I suggest that you mind your manners with your DI. They won’t stand for any back talk from you. And there are punishments for things like that. Do you understood what I’m saying?”

“Yes, I understand,” I answered.

With that, Nurse Smith unlocked the door and opened it, motioning for me to enter the hallway.

“Oh, don’t forget your shoes Jim,” she said pointing to my shoes that were placed by the door earlier. “You will need those.”

“What about socks?” I asked.

“You’ll get those from your DI” she replied. “Now let’s move along.”

She entered the hallway behind me and then locked the door to the exam room behind her.

“Right this way,” she said pointing down the hallway.

We started down the hallway, continuing in the same direction as before, moving further away from the waiting room where this ordeal started. I followed a few feet behind her as we made our way down the hallway past a few unmarked doors. I noticed more cameras mounted at strategic points near the ceiling and suddenly felt very self-conscience due to my lack of clothing. It was one thing to be undressed in the confines of an examination room where a doctor and nurse were examining me. That felt embarrassing, but somewhat normal. This, on the other hand, felt really, really wrong. I was walking down a hallway wearing only a jockstrap! I’ve never done that before. What if someone saw me? What if someone was watching me right now on those cameras? I felt very exposed and vulnerable.

We came to a locked door at the end of the hallway. This time Nurse Smith used a magnetic key card to unlock the door instead of her metal keys.

“Right this way Jim,” she said as she stepped through the door. I followed her through the doorway, letting the door close and automatically lock behind us. We were now in another hallway, unmistakable from the first one with more cameras mounted at the ceiling and more unmarked doors. We finally arrived at a door that did have a label: Physical Training Gymnasium #2. Nurse Smith once again used her key card to gain access to this room.

“We’ve finally arrived, Jim,” she said, holding the door open for me, “go on in.” I walked through the doorway and followed by the nurse. As we entered, I heard the door close and lock behind us.

As the label on the door implied, this was a gymnasium. It wasn’t nearly as large as the gym at my high school, but it was a decent size. But it was very different. Most of the gyms that I’ve seen were designed for basketball or some other game. This one clearly wasn’t. There wasn’t a basketball goal in sight. And the floor was covered in some kind of carpeting instead of a hard wood floor that you typically see. This gym clearly wasn’t designed for fun and games. The wall immediately to my right had several small rooms that looked like coaches offices. Immediately in front of those rooms was a large open area. Next to that was the outside edge of a running track that was painted on the floor. The track formed a boundary around the perimeter of the entire gym. In the middle of the gym floor were various machines and apparatus. Some of them looked like weight lifting equipment, some of them were completely unknown to me. The gym had a high ceiling with a few open windows for ventilation near the top. I also counted 4 cameras mounted near the ceiling, one at each corner of the rectangular gym.

I also immediately noticed that we weren’t alone in the gym. I saw a total of 4 other people. Two adult men along with two other boys that were roughly my age or maybe a bit older. The men were dressed like coaches, one had on a T-shirt and coach’s shorts while the other one was wearing a track suit. I assumed that these men were the drill instructors that were assigned to the two boys. Like me, the two boys were wearing jockstraps and nothing else, except they did have on shoes and socks. They were both exercising. One was running laps around the track while the other was in the middle of the room doing push-ups. Both of them were being closely observed by the two men.

“Right this way Jim, follow me,” the nurse ordered.

We walked toward the group of rooms to the right, presumably to find my drill instructor. We stopped just outside one of the rooms when we heard a voice.

“Mr. Johnson, you’re finally here,” we heard from the room.

I watched through the doorway of the room as my drill instructor approached us. My DI was very different. Unlike the other two drill instructors, my DI was female. And right now, I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“Oh, hello Kimberly,” said the nurse, “I didn’t realize that you were assigned to Jim. I just assumed that Dave would get the next boy.”

“Hello Angela,” responded the DI. “Dave and I swapped a few of the boys that were on the schedule. That’s how I ended up with Mr. Johnson here.”

“I see, well, here are his papers,” said the nurse as she handed my folder to the DI. “Take good care of Jim,” she added.

“Oh, I will,” responded the DI, “I take really good care of all of my boys.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that,” laughed Nurse Smith.

Nurse Smith now addressed me: “Take care of yourself Jim and stay out of trouble. I’ll see you again for your exit exam, if not sooner.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I responded.

Nurse Smith now turned and left the gym, leaving me in the capable hands of my DI.

“Follow me Mr. Johnson,” she said as she walked toward the far end of the gym. I followed a few steps behind her. As I followed her, I notified for the first time that she was carrying what I guessed was a riding crop. It was a long flexible wooden stick with a leather patch on one end.

“Put your shoes down, stand here at attention, arms at your side,” she barked.

I quickly obeyed and stood in front of her while she silently read the papers in my folder. Since I was facing the middle of the gym, I had a good view of the other boys. Here at the corner of the gym, the boy that was running laps passed close enough for me to see his face. It looked like the boy that was taken back from the waiting room about an hour before me. I didn’t recognize him when I first entered the gym, probably because he was fully clothed before, and now he obviously wasn’t. That meant that he has been working out like this for over an hour. And from the look of him, it was obviously a strenuous workout. As he passed by with each lap I could see that his body was wet with sweat. I noticed that the other boy looked like the one that was admitted just before him. It was beginning to look like I had several hours of strenuous exercise ahead of me.

I also had time to look at my drill instructor. She was not much taller than me, and had short, light brown hair. She was wearing what looked like tight-fitting spandex shorts, blue in color, similar to bicycle shorts, and a white sports bra. Her mid-section was bare, and I could see that she had a nice firm set of abs. It looked like she was very fit and worked out all the time.

“Alright Mr. Johnson, can I call you Jim?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered.

“I am Drill Instructor Kimberly Wright, but you will always address me as ma’am, is that clear?” she barked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Yes, what?” she barked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered.

“Much better Jim” she said. “Now, as you might have already guessed, you will be exercising a lot while you’re here with us, probably more than you have ever done in your life. And my job is simple. I’m supposed to push you until you can’t take any more, and then push you some more. Do you understand Jim?”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

“The reason we push you boys so hard is so that you won’t have the energy to get into any new trouble. And also because this isn’t supposed to be fun and games. You are being punished for the wrongs that you have committed. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

As she was speaking, I noticed that the boy that was doing push-ups in the middle of the gym finished. He and his DI approached us in the corner of the gym, interrupting our conversation.

My drill instructor now addressed the other boys DI: “What does Kevin think of our little facility so far?”

“Answer her,” the DI he ordered the boy.

“It’s fine, ma’am,” said the boy.

The boy was obviously exhausted from his 2+ hours of working out. His face and body was red and flushed, his body was dripping in sweat and his jockstrap was soaking wet and clinging to his muscular body. As the boy was standing in front of us, his DI retrieved a towel and handed it to him.

“Dry yourself off Kevin,” he said. Kevin immediately used the towel to wipe the sweat from his head and body. His DI continued: “Yes, I think Kevin enjoyed this little warm-up. Now it’s time for his first supervised shower. After all, I need to make sure he gets squeaky clean.”

“Alright,” said Kimberly, “See you later, and you boys have fun.”

As I watched, Kevin and his DI turned and walked in the direction of another door at the opposite end of the gym, not the door where I entered. Kevin was still wearing only a jockstrap which meant that his bare ass was fully on display as he walked away. For a brief moment, I felt sorry for him. How embarrassed he must be to walk around like that. And then I remembered that I was in exactly the same situation, or worse, since my DI was female.

“Alright, where were we?” said Kimberly. “Let’s start by taking a good look at you. Feet apart and hands behind your head, right now,” she ordered.

I immediately complied with her order, spreading my feet shoulder-width apart and raising my hands up behind my head.

“Eyes straight ahead,” she added. “Let’s see what I have to work with.”

Once I was in position she started to walk around me, carrying her riding crop. She looked me over from head to toe and reviewed my body from every angle.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” she said. “You’re obviously in good shape. But after I’m through with you, you’ll look even better.” She moved behind me now.

“My, you have a nice tight ass Jim,” she said. “Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“Ah, no ma’am,” I answered.

“What, not even your girl friend?”

“No ma’am,” I responded.

“Well, trust me Jim, I’ve seen a lot of young boys and it’s very nice.” I didn’t respond.

“But now I want to see everything. Bend over and touch the floor,” she ordered.

“Ma’am?”

“You heard me, touch the floor now, and grab your ankles,” she barked.

Reluctantly, I lowered my hands and bent over for her.

“That’s better. Very nice,” she said as she was still standing behind me. “I hear that the good doctor and nurse give you boys a pretty good workout of their own. Is that right Jim?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered.

“I’m sure they enjoyed working on you,” she added. I was still bent over touching the floor when she walked back in front of me.

“Now stand up,” she ordered, “and strip!”

“Ma’am?”

“You heard me. Strip! My boys don’t keep any secrets from me.”

Out of pure reflex, I started to argue with her: “But, why…”

“Are you questioning my orders?” she barked, cutting me off in mid sentence.

“No, ma’am” I answered.

As she watched, I stood up straight and grabbed the waistband of my jock, pulling it to the floor in one swift motion. I stepped out of it and instinctively put my hands in front of me to cover myself up.

“Feet apart and hands behind your head, now,” she ordered.

I once again assumed the position before her, this time completely nude. She stood in front of me, staring down at my genitals.

“Very nice Jim, I’m sure you keep your girl friend very satisfied,” she said. “Or are you one of those boys that prefer a boy friend?”

“Girl friend, ma’am,” I quickly answered.

As she was speaking, she took the riding crop in her right hand and extended it toward me. I felt the end of the riding crop under my balls. She was lifting them up with it, fondling me from arms length away.

“I do so love the way the good doctor and nurse trim you boys. It really accentuates your best features,” she said. “Don’t you agree, Jim?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered.

“Tell me, Jim, did you enjoy your physical exam?” she asked, still fondling my balls with the riding crop.

“No, ma’am – not really,” I answered.

“Well, that’s too bad, I thought most of the boys actually enjoy certain parts of it. You know the parts I’m talking about, right Jim?” Kimberly asked.

“No, ma’am, I’m not sure,” I answered.

“Well, you don’t have to be coy with me Jim. I know exactly what they do to you boys during your entrance physical. I’m sorry that I missed yours. I usually like to watch when they examine one of my boys. I may have to find the video tape of your exam and watch it later when I’m alone.”

As I was standing before her, I noticed that the other boy finished running laps. His DI called him into the center of the gym and he was now on the floor doing sit-ups.

“That’s enough of the pleasantries,” Kimberly said, “it’s time to start your training. Drop and give me 20 push-ups, now,” she ordered.

“Like this?” I asked. “Can I put my jockstrap back on first?”

“I said now!” she barked in response.

Still nude, I knelt down at her feet and started to do push-ups.

“I can’t hear you Jim. Count them out and start over.”

I started over again at one, this time loudly proclaiming each repetition. She hovered over me as I did them, watching my every move.

“See, you’re doing just fine, Jim. There’s no need for a jockstrap right now. Remember, I determine what you can wear and when you can wear it!”

After a minute or so, I finished the push-ups.

“Good, now on your back for some sit-ups. Knees bent, hands behind your head,” she ordered. I rolled onto my back and got into position.

“Let’s start with 50. Count them out, and you better make them good,” she said.

I started the sit-ups, counting loudly as I completed each one. As I began, she moved directly in front of me and took a position standing between my parted legs. My knees were bent, my feet were spread apart and I was still nude. So I assumed that she was enjoying a great view of my genitals.

As I continued to do the sit-ups she addressed me. “You see Jim, You should know that I believe it is always important to enjoy your job. And I wouldn’t enjoy my job nearly as much if you were wearing a jockstrap right now. And personally, I enjoy watching every part of their body as my boys exercise. You’ve got some really nice low-hangers there, Jim. But don’t worry, I won’t let them get injured. This is just the warm-up. We’ll get them back safely in your jockstrap before you start the real workout.”

And so began my 90 days at the juvenile boot camp.

the end -

“Female med student seeks male for sex robot project.”

This is my honest recollection of how I got to this position: When I’m bored I do Internet searches based on whatever fantasy elements are running around in my head at the time. Last week I saw this ad in the free Sydney online classifieds. I like technology and have always been fascinated with robots. I answered the ad and after a few non-specific emails back and forth and a photo of me – Genie the med student and I met up on campus in one of the engineering storage rooms.

I was very excited to see the sex robot project and felt with my background in physics and computing we could really make something great. I was a little disappointed to see on the table just a bunch of thin friction buckle belts with wires, contact electrodes hanging from what looked like a stripped out hiking backpack and a bunch of electronics in boxes. The biggest box read “StockStill TM”. I had never heard of it before that evening.

I looked Genie the med student up and down. She was a little curvy with long brown curly hair tied back in a bun high on the back of her head. Her skin was pale but her features looked Middle-eastern or maybe Indian. Her eyes were dark, almost black and her long lashes made them look very sultry. Her breasts were very nice, I studied them in depth, round and full and tonight she was showing just a peek of cleavage.

Trying to sound smart I asked — “Is this some sort of motion capture suit?”

Genie nodded, “Yes, to capture your movements, very cleaver.”

She pointed to the aerial and the WiFi router and the computer and said “…it all runs through a standard LAN network so I can use it over the Internet anywhere in the world.”

She hid a little grin behind her hand.

I was a little confused as to why that information was relevant at this point. I was too excited, my mind was racing with sex and robots and possibilities to really care, and there was that look in her eyes that was deeply sexy.

She continued: “The rig is ready. Would you like to try it on now?”

[me?] I thought. [well I guess I could try it to check data flow and set up a model or whatever we were doing] so I nodded.

Genie gave me a glass of water and two large pills. One pink and square and the long and white. “Take these, they will stop you from feeling any.. …discomfort from the electrical current.”

I took them in my hand and asked, “What do you mean?”

Genie explained, “The rig uses a very small electrical current with your muscles to capture your exact movement. It’s safe.” and she grabbed a part of the rig with a metal contact on it and turned the machine on and off to demonstrate.

Seemed reasonable, I downed both pills with the water.

“Now, we need to get the contacts… in contact-

(Genie hid a giggle with the back of her hand and gave me another sexy look)

-with the skin on your arms and legs. Just take off your jeans and you can put them back on over the top.” She turned to face away from me in the small utility room.

About 10 minuets went by as I struggled to put on the harness, tighten up all the buckles and get back into my clothes. I started to feel my lips buzzing. And a strange kind of distanced feeling.

Genie saw me repeatedly licking my lips as said in a stern voice, “Stop that!”

I stopped.

“Stand at attention!”

My body moved to attention before I realized she was speaking. The room was flickering and trailing a little, my eyes seemed to jump slowly around the room on their own. The lights in the room seemed to be dimming or like a tunnel was forming around my head.

Genie explained, “The pills you took were ‘Codeine’ and ‘Scopolamine’. Separately they are pain and travel sickness medication for animals, but once metabolized together they make the drug ‘sodium pentathol’ you have probably seen in movies about spies. It’s called often truth serum but it actually does more. You are now fully under my control.”

I continued to stand at attention. Genie moved over to the big workbench and positioned a web cam on a laptop I hadn’t noticed before.

“During this test I will be administering several physical and electrical challenges to subject M3.” She turned to me and said you are M3, repeat your name for the camera.”

Once again I acted before I understood what was happening and said, “Yes, I am M3″. Looking straight into the webcam. I was hearing myself but taking some time to realize what I was saying. I thought about sitting down but could not move. Or could not make myself move at least.

Genie forced back a smile and said, “Remove all your clothes. ”

I took off my shirt and jeans, shoes and socks but my boxers were on under the harness. I fiddled with the harness but could see no way to remove it.

Genie just watched me struggle for thirty seconds or so. She covered her face before saying, “Stop. Hold still.” She was grinning madly, really getting excited.

I stopped and she took a pair of side cutters and snipped off my shorts. “Put these on.” She handed me a cock ring and attached butt plug.

I put the cock ring on, she shot some electro-gel into my ass as lube and slipped in the plug. When she clipped the strap at the back I felt the ring and the plug pull tight.

“This is the Gen 3 human control harness”, she said to the camera as she locked the ring and plugged the wires into the box at the back. “It can both unstoppably flex, rigify or relax the limbs, modify speech, induce pain or unconsciousness and produce or block erections and ejaculation.”

Genie lowered a winch with a large carabina and hooked it to the back of my harness. It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and I started to say, “I don’t want-”

“Stop. Silence!” The orders hit me like a slap.

Once again I froze unable to control my body, like in a dream when you want to move but you just don’t.

Genie took a collar from the back of the harness and clicked it around my neck. ” This attachment allows modulation or arrest of the larynx. Allowing control over both pitch and volume of the subjects voice to the upper limit of hearing and to complete mute.”

I was confused and I did not say anything. Or try.

Genie continued, “Test one, Friday the 12 of June 2010 7.55pm, Total limb relaxation at 60 volts.”

Genie tapped her i-phone and I fell instantly into the harness dangling from the winch line like a fish. My arms and legs totally jelly. An intense itching all over.

“Lift your arms!” Commanded Genie, I couldn’t but I was trying to push my legs down to take the weight off the harness that was cutting into my thighs. I could feel a little give in my legs but no strength at all.

Genie took a g-clamp from the workbench and clamped it on my ear hard. I could feel the pain but I was having trouble taking a breath.

“Take the clamp off your ear!”

I tried to move but nothing happened, I was starting to feel very short of breath.

Genie looked closely at my face and said to the camera “Test ended, evidence of early asphyxia 8.01pm” and tapped her phone again.

I immediately gained control of my legs and could breath normally again.

“Stand at attention!” Ordered Genie “Confirm your name.”

“M3″ came out as I snapped to attention.

Genie added, “Now repeat: M3 is ready for Test 2″

“M3 is ready for Test 2″ but I wasn’t.

I reached up to take the clamp off my ear-

“Stop! You can take that off in the next test.” Genie’s face a glow with lust.

To be continued…

Sex robot M3 end of day two.

I waited outside the pie shop for an hour and my bruised feet ached and pulsed. I was relieved not to be getting honks and abuse from passing cars. But plenty of tourists coming in and out of the Powerhouse museum Sydney took my picture and laughed at me in my pink with purple trim fairy costume. Finally I got a text:

Go to an internet café and open yahoo msngr.

I walked around darling harbor looking for an internet café with no luck. I headed back up toward the city and found a convenience store with a few PCs. The Arabic looking man behind the counter just starred at me and did not answer when I asked to use the computers. After a minute or so I gave up and walked up one block to the next convenience store. The Indian looking woman was very friendly and helpful and I got online.

Genie connected straight away but did not say anything. After ten minutes of my sitting in the window, tutu in the air looking at the computer the shop assistant came over to ask if I was OK. I said I was just waiting for yahoo to connect and she smiled and patted my head.

Genie finally sends a message:

AFK

I waited… and after I don’t know how long Genie wrote:

Where are you M3?

I wrote just off Sussex street near China town.

A long pause before:

Go back to the library and collect your things. You have 30minuets, if you are late they will close and you won’t be able to get your clothes, wallet and keys.

I logged off and ran out of the store. I ran in the wrong direction for a minute before looking at the time on the phone. 4.55pm I guess it must close at 5.30pm. I took a breath and got my bearings. I up to Pitt street, left and all the way up to the mall and then up along Macquarie to the library.

I looked again at the time as I walked up the stairs 5.08pm. Out of breath I pushed the door but it did not open. Some people in the Library started looking at me. I gestured that I want to come in. They just kept looking. After I tried the other door a woman inside made a point at her watch motion and I made one back thinking that the closing time was 5.30pm. I looked on the door and it said –Saturdays, Sundays and Pub. Hol. 5pm.

I was now stuck in the city with no money, train ticket, wallet or house keys wearing a pink fairy costume and tights with a lace mask glued to my face hand clasped zip-tied around a fairy wand I could not release.

I got a text:

Are you there yet?

I typed:

Yes — it’s closed.

Genie the med student’s reply:

Take a picture of yourself waiting outside the closed library door, make sure I can see your face and the opening times. Then I’ll tell you how to collect your things from the locker.

I took the picture and waited for a response.

The Library Guard moved me on and I walked down to martin place to sit on the bench.

I got a text:

There are three ways:

1.Wait outside the library like a garden fairy until it opens in the morning.

2.Walk home, break into your house and come back tomorrow.

3.Break the glass on the door and run in to get your things and try to run away before you get arrested.

Text part two

Personally I’m happy to let you decide which. This has been fun for me today and I think we got some good data. The Pictures and video of you running around the city in that fairy costume really help illustrate the written section of my report.

Text part three

In future you can think about what happened today. Maybe you will think about obeying my exact instructions, not going outside set test criteria or thinking for yourself too much. You are my sex robot. You do what I want.

I walked home, about four hours I think, my pink slippers worn through. In the fading light I got some honks and whistles, but as soon as it was dark I was anonymous. I climbed in through the back balcony and sliding doors — they are easier to open that I expected — I will need to get a better lock… I fell asleep in costume, over the covers.

End of Day two.

Sex robot M3 experiment day 3

I woke up before 6am Sunday morning. After a night of waking suddenly every few hours still full of adrenaline from the stress of day before then drifting off again. Already I had a message from Genie reminding me to write a journal of my experience in her tests.

I trolled through our emails before our meeting and my “volunteering” to be her robot slave and the emails texts and videos I had with me and started writing.

It was difficult to keep the events of Friday night separate from the shock of watching the videos on Saturday morning. The memory loss from the Codeine / Scopolamine combination was making the order of events very difficult to keep straight. I hoped I was imagining some parts and checked the brands on my balls — no, that part was real. I just wrote what I thought and hoped that honesty over exact detail was as important as she said.

I typed away for about three hours and sent off Friday to now, Sunday morning and made some breakfast. I got a knock at the door and it was a Currier — She asked for “Robot M3″ and I said I was. She gave me a stylus and a digital pad to sign. Before handing me a big box with a wink. I had answered the door in the fairy costume.

I put the box on the table and finished breakfast. I was curious about it’s contents, but sure it was not going to be good for me.

I caved to the curiosity and ripped open the box. A new WiFi router / modem 1000m range.

That was a pleasant surprise.

Under it a box of four wireless servo pan and tilt web cams and I felt like I knew where this was going. Under that were some power boards and extension cords and the “Human control harness” from Friday night complete with butt plug and cock ring electrodes and a “Postal Instructions” note:

~M3~

You are performing well as my test subject. Install this new hardware as follows: Place one camera on the bookshelf to the left of your desk, one on top of your sink in the bathroom, one facing out your front window and one at facing out your glass back door. Do not put the harness on until instructed, the locks will only release via commands from my terminal. You will not be able to remove it without my authorization.

I finished installing the cameras and took a shower and dressed to go into Sydney to collect my wallet keys and clothes from the library locker. Just as I was about to go I heard Genies voice:

“Stop! M3, come to your computer. I want to test your new cameras… …other than the footage I just got of you in the shower… –[low giggle]- Go into the kitchen.”

I walked into the kitchen.

“Good, I can see you from camera 2″

I didn’t even see it turn on.

“You better be off to collect your things from the Library locker, they throw away unclaimed items you know. Just leave your front door unlocked, I will watch to make sure no one robs you. If your keys are gone you will need to get a new set from the land lord tomorrow.”

As instructed I left the place unlocked and went into Sydney to collect my things. The Locker was just how I left it and I got in and out without a fuss. When I came home I found my bedroom door open and a footlocker with a digital lock in the hall opposite a camera.

I heard Genie’s voice much louder now coming through my stereo:

“M3 Welcome home, I don’t think you will need so many clothing choices. All your clothes are in that locker. Left side lid for fancy dress right for normal. I threw away the things I didn’t like and plugged your PC into the stereo. Tonight you will be doing a job for me at the university. Instructions are on your phone. ”

The text popped up on my phone:

At 5.30pm you will go to my university, veterinary science lab 2.

You will wear the Lab coat in the locker and nothing under it except your shoes. You will clean all the glass wear with the following method:

Scrub them with the brush and cold soapy water until the gunk is gone. Use the smaller brush to scrub them with hot clean water. Rinse them with weak acid solution then water then weak base solution then water again. Finally rise each piece with Methanol. Stack the glass as per wall chart.

As I was reading I got another text:

Stand on one foot and take off your shirt.

I did. I heard the web cam pan around.

A few moments went by… Before I heard:

“Good M3 we have an interested party. I was tempted to keep you all to myself, especially considering what happened with other test subjects… Hmm, well, that shouldn’t concern you… You have the day free, but be on time at the university this evening.”

I arrived at the university and checked the map on the sign in the carpark. I was surprised to see the medical science lab open and no one around but I guess on a Sunday afternoon — who would be?

I started cleaning the glass wear; there were 8 or 10 sets of 5 pieces and some metal odds and ends. I was cleaning for about 15minutes when I heard someone come into the lab. The sink I was using was at the back where all the solvents and cleaning stuff is stored. I heard young women talking in low voices but could not catch what they were saying. I cleaned quieter and listened harder:

“…he’s doing all your prep work?”

…something else too soft to hear…

“I told you you’d enjoy it…”

…more things unheard…

“…no, no, ow – well do it then.”

I got a text message:

Don’t turn around.

There was giggling when my phone beeped and:

“shhh, sh-sh…”

Another text:

Lose the coat.

I put the phone down and undid the snaps on the lab coat. I could hear more muffled gigging. I dropped the coat to the floor and continued cleaning naked in sneakers. I could feel this going to end badly.

I heard a camera phone noise along with some loud whispers I couldn’t make out and I got another text:

Put your coat back on, go to the next room. Get up on the exam table on all fours and close your eyes.

I put on the coat and got up on the metal table. I heard someone walk in behind me. They pulled the coat over my head and fastened my wrists and ankles to the straps at the side of the examination table. I heard sticky tape and felt the coat being tapped over my head.

I heard Genie’s voice say:

“OK, come in now.”

I heard two new voices.

Woman one: “Hmm nice rump.”

Woman two: “Yes a proud hind quarter indeed.”

Woman one: “It’s hard to believe you actually got him to get into that harness, Can we see it now?”

Genie replied,

“No, the harness isn’t with me, would you like to see a prostate erection instead?”

I heard no answer. I heard the rustle of plastic wrap and rubber gloves going on and I yelped as the cold gel was squirted in my ass.

To be continued…

Sex robot M3 day three – in the lab.

With my hands and feet strapped to the cold stainless steel medical exam table on all fours, wearing only sneakers and my lab coat pulled over my head I was feeling very exposed.

I felt a sharp prod and clenched my ass cheeks. The three young women shrieked with laughter.

“I think it’s frightened.” Not having seen two of them I struggle to distinguish their voices.

I heard a glass bottle open and felt a hand pat my bare ass.

“Whoa-now little fella… …It’s very small.” Said one of them.

Genie answered,

“Once the electrode is in you’ll be surprised.”

I felt a wire around the base of my dick and some kind of clip bite in. I shouted in pain and immediately felt a very cold wet sensation on my head and face with a very strong chemical smell. I try to shake lose the clip but it just stung more as my bare ass wiggled from side to side.

“Don’t worry, the try choloro methane” The sound of Genies words are clear but fading, I just can’t make sense of them. Then a fluttering sensation and a flicker of light.

I don’t remember passing out, just waking up on my back. The cold steel of the table freezing my ass cheeks. I moved to try to get them off the cold and felt a long piece of metal deep in my ass. I was now on my back, arms and legs strapped tight to each corner of the big examination table. My Lab coat gone and my eyes sticky tapped shut.

“He’s moving.”

And…

“Watch closely”.

I hear from Genie. I’m still woozy, now with a headache.

The electrical current shot through me and I let out a loud:

“Uhg!” noise and shook a little.

“…oops, I ‘ll just turn that down a little…” Genie commented.

I felt each click of the controls jolt my whole body until the last click of the controls and overpowering roller coaster falling sensation and numb pressure. It was like the feeling of my leg being asleep but over my whole body but worse.

“Ow!” and “Fucking hell.” From the two anonymous young women at the same time.

I felt the current shut off. I could feel my hot new hard on resting on my abdomen. One of the women poked it and they all giggled.

“Will it last… you know?” The two women’s voices so similar… …it may have only been one of them speaking.

Genie replied “I’m not sure how long it will stay erect after the current is off. I think it’s safest to use a condom with the current on for that.”

“So you’ve…” One of the two unknown woman made “you’ve” into a long question.

Genie again “Oh god no, I mean, I might, it is impressive don’t you think?”

“Ow-yes and so convenient …like a light switch.” Suddenly I felt hands on my dick. They were rolling on a condom. I was feeling deep embarrassment, but still stupidly thinking about sex.

Genie said, “Kelly, go to autopsy and get that pigs head will you.”

Some time passed and I felt the weight of the very cold moist leathery head on my lap.

Genie said “M3 would you like a blow job?”

I didn’t know what to say. I was too embarrassed to speak even if I did know what to say to that.

“M3, tell me you would like a blow job.”

I said, “Yes I would like a blow job.” In a very meek voice.

The three women sniggered. I felt the electrical current again and a second current thrusting my pelvis. Someone held the pigs mouth over my penis and I felt the teeth graze my dick as I thrusted. Back arching of the steel table the electrical current drove me deep into the pigs mouth. Thrusting uncontrollably about twice a second. Then more laughter and the current stopped. I fell to table and felt the condom slip off and the room went quiet.

I heard Genie say, “M3 Open your mouth and start licking.”

I felt the pigs bristly whiskers and lips press against mine and heard more giggles from the group. I hesitated and Genie whispered in my ear with a breathy,

“These girls want you M3. If you’re a good robot that is.”

I gave it a tongue kiss. The pig head was taken away and I stopped.

Genie barked, “M3! Did I say stop?”

I started licking the air and the women giggled again. I felt something prickly and the taste of soap. Genie roughly washed my mouth out with the bottle brush and left my mouth full of soap foam.

“Lets get some more pictures.”

Said Genie as I felt a marker pen on my chest and heard an anonymous excited giggle.

I felt more writing and heard two or three different types of camera beeps and then marker on my dick. Suddenly the current was on again and I was thrusting. There was laughing and camera sounds, I felt the women lean against me for more shots and I cheer and camera snaps as I climaxed.

I felt the straps loosen and Genie say from the doorway “Get dressed and finish that glass off before you leave.”

I pulled the tape off my eyes and jabbed myself with the ass electrode as I sat up. I finished off the glass wear.

As I left the lab I saw a two girls looking at me, was it the two from the lab? I lowered my head and went home.

To be continued…

Bobby Joe was a strange sight working behind the counter at Mike’s body building supplies. She was pale, her body soft and round her clothes dark and Gothic. She liked the Gothic look; sometimes she would even wear Steampunk to work. Mike didn’t care; he had spotted her hanging out listening to her cheap mp3 player in front of the local gym almost every day pretending to read. She was very beautiful; he hired her because she obviously liked fit people and had quite a bit of free time. Mike reasoned that the customers would feel better about themselves if the shop staff liked to interact with them, looked attractive but also weren’t any competition in terms of muscle and fitness.

Bobby Joe chatted with the men and women builders, she had no trouble talking them into posing in an empty spot in front of the store window as they considered areas they could work on. She liked that they were almost all attention-seeking exhibitionists. The big mirror beside the empty window display was like a magnet for them. She wanted to pat and rub them as they lifted their clothes and flexed, …but never did.

Store video captured in high resolution the shop visitors and they often admired themselves on the monitor and large mirrors. The pay was bad but Bobby Joe *really* liked to look at the customers.

That morning a new cream was being displayed on the counter. Mike must have come in during the night to set it up. The “free trial” was selected by computer from the customer list. Mike’s regular customers got a free product with every large purchase.

Mike’s mother was a nurse and he loved biology and chemistry from an early age. He studied anatomy along side art and sculpture at Uni. He loved to create but couldn’t really find a field he wanted to work in.

Mike bought the old shop in Burwood and started in body building supplies with inheritance money. He had always liked the human form; especially muscles and he studied them both aesthetically and scientifically.

The first two customers of the day were a husband and wife, they had come in together and the computer had flagged them to receive a free sample of Body sculpture cream. “One coat after morning shower one day before competition.” Was all that was written in the way of instructions, but that seemed clear enough.

The day went on and nothing particularly eventful happened. Just the standard ebb and flow of over tanned under fed gym junkies. “A Job with a view” often thought Bobby.

The next day the couple came back in, very excited wanting to get more of the cream. “They looked better somehow, younger, stronger, no not younger, but more energetic.” thought Bobby Joe. “…and with more expression their faces.”

Bobby Joe explained that the product was just a promotion at this stage and took a note to inform them when it came in full volume. Mikes custom build software was easy to use, with customer profiles and email alerts automatically generated. Mike is quite the inventor:

Mike had developed that cream over some time… …After culturing up some bacteria, he extracted the tetanospasmin, dissolved it in bee’s wax and formed a gel mixed with aloe and GHRH. The cream soaked into wet skin as it dried forming a smooth barrier that shrunk as it lost moisture. The skin was protected and tightened at the same time. As the tetanospasmin slowly made it’s was through the thin layers of fat and into the blood it interrupted the neuromuscular release mechanism. The effect was two fold: The skin became tighter and smoother and the muscles, now unable to completely relax became much firmer and engorged with blood. The GHRG and the testosterone produced from the prolonged flexing promoted very rapid muscle growth. The testosterone also raised libido.

Mike had invented the ultimate body shaping cream, but he had no intentions of marketing his creation.

Bobby Joe liked muscles too. She didn’t mind exorcize, she walked to work everyday, she swam at the local pool several times a week. But like most things she did in her free time, they were mainly excuses to watch others. She rarely looked anyone in the eyes. Most mistook that for the shyness of a Gothgirl, but they were wrong. She was quite brazen in her voyeurism.

She really liked the body building shop, so many fit boys and girls all just a little too eager to show off “problem areas” abs, ass, thighs, they seem to have very little modesty.

At her request, Mike had imported some Tan-thru swimwear and competition posing costumes. She chose them all and it had increased the shop patronage by almost double. She recommended Mike set up an online sales section but he just rejected it without discussion. She was confused but didn’t mind making people come in, in-person.

In a lull, Bobby Joe was using the change room to check out her form. She often did this; she was happy with her look but didn’t have any drive to maintain the super lean bodies of her customers. Looking at herself was fun.

Bobby noticed through the big shop window the couple that had asked about the cream. They were in a phone booth together across the street.

The Woman was holding the phone to the side of her head — no where near her ear or mouth. The man, Bobby guessed husband, but hadn’t bothered to recheck the customer file was pressed against her from behind.

They seemed to be fighting for the phone. Bobby watched as the muscular man pressed his lady into the large grey payphone. There arms joined at the wrists as he wrestled both her arms behind her back. As they shifted inside the little glass box Bobby saw a glimpse of thigh from the very fit lady.

Her long skirt was lifted at the back… “OMG”, “They aren’t calling anyone, …maybe Jesus.” Realized Bobby.

They were having rough passionate sex, right across the street. The partially opaque doors on one side and the aluminum wall on the other shielded view to everyone walking up and down the path. But the totally clear glass walls gave full view to Bobby Joe across the street, and anyone driving who’d happen to look sideways.

Some people walked by and the muscular man threw his partner against the opposite wall and scrambled for the phone receiver. Her palms and breasts pressed into the glass. Bobby desperately wanted to get a picture. But was transfixed, unable to look away from these godlike bodies so publicly mashing their lust into each other.

In a fluid motion Bobby lifted her bag onto the counter with her foot and retrieved her Android phone. The delay in opening apps was usually a pain, but this was agony. The Woman in the phone booth was starting to tire and was now rhythmically pressing her nose, lips, palms, and whole chest into the glass wall of the booth facing Bobby.

Bobby Joe’s camera app opened and she zoomed in tight. The Man and woman in the booth had dropped all pretense of a telephone conversation and were moaning so load Bobby could actually here it: 30 meters away, through the booth, the glass front of the shop and across busy Burwood road. Just a few seconds more of this as the whole booth was flexing in time with these two, insane with passion.

Then in an instant, the glass went silver. And the two were gone from view. A half a second later and Bobby heard the ‘POP’ of the safety glass and the two inhabitants scream together in a primal way that had Bobby instantly wet. The scream was followed by the two moaning and then manic laughter.

A small crowd had gathered behind the booth and gave them a big clap as they scurried off. Bobby Joe was very aroused. She looked over at the Muscle and fitness magazines and thought about a quick relief session in the back stockroom. She had work to do… and though she would save this memory for later.

She went back to the desk terminal and ran Mike’s special customer profile sweep. It was a crawler, looking trough facebook, myspace, Alt, Bondage, collarme, and other “straight” social networks for Australian profiles that matched the email addresses, nicks, IMs and other details the customers gave.

Time permitting she had been instructed to look through the unmatched customer records and compare them with a second DOB only result list. All the customers had social sites, but almost all had kinky profiles as well. The software matched and showed their picture, their phone number was used as a customer reference and the software kept track of the things they bought, even the times and days they came in.

Bobby Joe had thought it was a little weird but Mike said it was public information and no laws were being broken. A thought that gave her comfort as she trolled through their dirty little secrets. And now she was looking at the profiles of the phonebooth couple.

End of part one

I walked into the waiting room of the new doctor’s office and was pleased to find it wasn’t crowded. With a sigh of relief I walked to check in at the nurse’s station. I handed over my license and tried not to frown at the picture. Do they purposely try to catch you squinting and half smiling? I am 5’6″ with long brown hair and brown eyes, average build with large breasts and incredible long legs which are probably my best feature. The gritty license picture does me no justice.

I also handed over my new insurance card. That’s why I was there. The cheaper insurance plan for my employer means I had to switch doctors from the nice, woman friendly gynecological practice to this place where the doctor seems to go by only Dr. J. Very shady.

The waiting room had an unclean feel. The chairs looked dirty and the magazines were showing Christmas holiday gift giving advice despite the fact that it was April. I was happy to take my seat and get away from the nurses. I had been putting this check-up off for more than a year because I have a horrible problem with the doctor’s office.

The usual check up with my family practitioner is no problem but unfortunately gynecological exams were my downfall. I wasn’t afraid of them – I was turned on to the point of humiliation. Already in this dingy waiting room I started feeling the wetness seeping into my panties. I had tried so hard to dress conservative in jeans and a modest shirt and even my underwear were playfully innocent with a pink polka-dot bra and bikini cut red panties. Nothing about the outfit or my appearance screamed “sexual deviant.”

And yet I was itching to stroke my pussy through my jeans. I picked up a magazine, opened to an article (“Perfect Tips for Staying Thin This Thanksgiving Season!”) and used it as a shield as I examined the other patients in the waiting room: an obviously pregnant woman messing with her phone, a septuagenarian reading some dime-store romance novel, a sexy young woman, lips slightly parted as though she was struggling to keep her breathing steady…

Oh wait, one wall was a mirror. I flipped a few pages in the magazine to hide the flush creeping into my face. I squirmed uncomfortable in the chair knowing my pussy was oozing onto my red panties. I knew I should have masturbated before I got there but I had been nervous the doctor could somehow tell my sin from the examination. Now I was in dire straights. I thought desperately about rubbing one out quietly in the waiting room…

I repositioned the magazine and flipped the page (“Holiday Fashions for Any Figure”). My jeans were tight but I could still rub my clit through the fabric. It was already getting enlarged from just being in the room and waiting for an exam. I teased the outline of it through the fabric and felt my body tense. Nipples began getting hard and showing through my bra and thin shirt. Soon the teasing touch was too little, and I ached for further relief. I decided to risk unbuttoning my jeans…surely they wouldn’t call me anytime soo..

“ANGEL?” called a gruff voice from the back of the waiting room. I dropped the magazine guiltily, picked up my purse, and walked to the door ignoring the hot wetness between my legs.

The nurse had a real attitude problem and she seemed really unhappy at her job. I smiled at her.

She took me to a back area where they weighed me, measured my height, and then showed me to a door. I was still struggling to keep my arousal under control. This was all the foreplay leading up to the doctor’s exam and I was on edge from the anticipation. I didn’t realize she was holding a cup out to me.

“Hello? Urine sample? This way…”

Oh duh, of course. Perfect! The privacy of a bathroom would give me time to get rid of my overwhelming need to get off surely. I thanked Nurse Bitchy and took the cup into the bathroom. The fixtures were all very old but the room was clean at least. I sat down on the toilet and prepared to fill my sample cup according to directions. (Really, how many directions do there need to be? Step 1. Pee in Cup) Once the sample was done and I had used the sanitary wipes to clean up I decided to give myself a quick feel.

Leaning back against the back of the toilet with my jeans and red panties around my ankles I began to rub my excited clit while I stroked my thighs and body with my other hand. Already breathing so hard I knew I had to focus if I wanted to get done before suspicions arose. I slid the other hand down and teased my pussy lips open, spreading my legs wider where I sat on the toilet. I slid one finger in and imagined the way the doctor would do this same procedure momentarily…I could feel my body tensing as I rubbed my pussy with one hand and fingered it with the other.

BANG-BANG-BANG. “Ma’am? Do you need assistance?”

I moaned as I quickly sat up and began pulling my clothes on. “justaminute.” I remembered to wash my hands and get my sample before leaving the bathroom. A quick glance in the mirror told me how red my face was. My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t hear a worse Nurse Bitchy was saying but I followed her anyways.

The exam room. My pussy gave a delicious jump when I saw the stirrups. All my attempts to stop my intense arousal had only made it worse. Breathing heavy I was struggling just to keep it together.

“Please get undressed. The doctor will be in shortly.”

I looked around and did not see any gowns. I called out after her, “Sorry, where are the gowns?”

The door was already shut but I heard the muffled reply of “Budget Cuts.”

Seriously?! This wasn’t going well at all. I put down my purse and started to undress while looking around the room. Other than the bed with its crinkle paper covering, one old chair and a doctor’s stool on wheels there was no other furniture. Shower curtain rings hung from a pole but the privacy curtain was missing. I took my shirt off and folded it neatly on the chair. I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them adding them to the pile. I unclipped my bra and felt my nipples harden to the cold. My hands flew to them instinctively.

And while I stood there in the fluorescent lit exam room rolling my nipples between my fingers I debated with myself. Do I take my panties off? They were cute and red with strings for sides. If I left them on the doctor would see how wet they were. A quick feel confirmed what I already knew: they were soaked and clearly outlining my pussy lips. If I took my panties off I risked looking foolish if it was understood I should retain some amount of privacy. What if I was supposed to take them off?

I was still standing and debating when a knock was at the door and then it immediately opened and admitted the doctor.

It was actually Dr. Jackson according to his name tag and he was so dreamy. He walked in accompanied by a middle aged nurse. Dr. Jackson was tall with big hands and a white doctor’s coat on. His hair was brown and cropped short. He seemed to be in good shape for being in his 40s and clean shaven. The nurse (nametag: MISTY) looked friendly and matronly. They looked at me in unison and surprise.

“You’ll need to take your underwear off, Miss Angel,” said Dr. J. That answered that.

I blushed, apologized, and bent over at the waist as I slowly pulled my wet panties down my legs and placed them on top of my folded pile of clothes. When I turned back around, completely naked, the doctor and nurse were both smiling politely.

I love being watched. I took my time climbing onto the exam table. I felt the thin table covering immediately cling to the moisture originating from my cunt.

“If you’ll lean back we will start with the breast exam,” said Dr. J. I leaned on the table which was reclined but was not flat back. When I scooted back to get comfortable my legs fell slightly open. I decided not to fix it since there was really no reason to be shy. These people were professionals.

The nurse rolled in a metal table and was arranging some tools on top. She wheeled the table beside the exam table while the doctor sat on the rolling stool and came beside where I was laying. A push of the button had him lowering me until he could comfortably look down on my 36C breasts. A few stolen glances at his face told me his eyes were hazel. Dreamy.

I cleared my mind as the doctor reached down and started groping my breasts with a firm, knowledgeable touch. My nipples were so hard. His gloved hand brushed my right nipple as he moved to the left breast, reaching across my body. I gasped.

“Are you allergic to latex?”

“Mmmno…” I answered. He was still massaging my breast. He moved back to the other. Squeezing. Gripping. Gently pulling on my left nipple, and then my right. I moaned.

“Oh dear,” said the nurse. She was frowning at my behavior. I felt so very dirty.

“Yes, it seems we have a special case. Miss Angel, are you aroused by your exam?”

Lie? Truth? Lie? “Uhhh…”

And then his gloved hand slid to my slightly parted thighs and one skilled finger parted my pussy lips and barely entered my slit.

“You are dripping wet. Are you ovulating or do you find this examination arousing?”

It was impossible not to rock my hips slightly on that gloved finger. He responded by moving his finger to gently massage my swollen clit as I pushed my hips towards his touch.

“She is definitely aroused, Dr. J.”

“I agree Misty. We will try to make this appointment as comfortable for you as possible, Miss Angel.”

“Thanks,” I managed, between moans. Nurse Misty was already coming to the table and pulling out the stirrups while Dr. J pushed a button and now the table was leaning back further until I was flat on my back. The doctor patted the stirrups and I needed no further encouragement. Once my feet were in the proper position Dr. Jay unwound some leather straps and secured them to my ankles.

“Uh..doctor,” I started to ask, although the idea of being strapped in was already making my pussy leak out onto the table.

“It is for your protection, Miss Angel. Sometimes people that become aroused at these exams require additional attention and we would hate for you to strain yourself during the treatment.”

I had no idea what was going on but I allowed the doctor to finish securing the straps tightly around my ankles and then he began to push my legs further apart. Each time the stirrups extended slightly further there was a click until finally my thighs were as far apart as I could handle. I whimpered and the doctor immediately stopped pushing. “No need to worry Miss Angel. Just making sure we have full access to your genital region.”

My hands were still free and I had no idea what to do with them. They seemed to have a mind of their own, moving to stroke the sides of my breasts while I looked down at my legs spread obscenely wide. The doctor picked up a tool from the assortment on the table and with a push of a button a monitor on the ceiling came on. The doctor was fiddling with a remote and the scene on the monitor adjusted and came into focus. There was a camera positioned right at my spread pussy.

“I hope you do not mind. Part of the way we help cover costs is by providing training videos we record during our examinations. Your insurance plan requires this,” said Dr. J.

Well, that didn’t seem good at all but I was captivated.

I had never seen myself spread this wide before. My hands immediately flew to my cunt to touch it, feeling the silky wetness there. Thanks to laser hair removal the only hairs that grow are downy and light despite me having dark hair. The vision on the monitor captivated my attention.

I got so horny looking at my spread pussy that I didn’t hear Dr. J. “You MUST move your hands,” he reiterated.

“Oh, uhh, sorry,” I said, as I pulled my hands reluctantly away from my enlarged clit. The nurse was watching with a worried look on her face. God I love being watched.

The doctor moved the stool between my legs and licked a gloved finger. “I will start with the external exam,” he said and I felt my pussy tense. He started to trace along the spread lips of my cunt, using two fingers to feel along every crevice and fold. The stirrups and straps made it impossible for me to move, impossible to even thrust my hips towards his hand. He then pulled the skin off of my clit and began to gently massage it between two fingers. I was a groaning mess seeing a close up on the monitor of my clit being rubbed.

“Yes doctor, oh god..” I was moaning. Nurse Misty frowned. The doctor withdrew his hand and I realized my legs were shaking in the stirrups. I gave a frustrated moan, struggling against the restraints to push my hips towards the doctor. My hand automatically flew to my pussy and I started to play with my clit in front of him.

Dr. J. frowned at Nurse Misty. “Would you mind restraining her hands as well, Nurse?”

I started to protest, but Nurse Misty was already pulling one hand over my head and buckling a similar leather restraint around my left wrist. She then repeated the action with my other hand until they were restrained over my head while I lay on the exam table still buckled into the stirrups with my legs as wide as possible.

“Now Miss Angel, we are going to start the internal examination,” said the Doctor. My eyes were back on the overhead monitor and I watched as the doctor slid a gloved hand down to my slit and began to trace the opening of my pussy with the tip of his finger. The more he prodded the wider it seemed to gape on the monitor. “I can tell you are very tight as well as being very aroused by this procedure. I am going to make sure you are properly lubricated.”

It was the only warming I got before he scooted the stool closer and leaned down to connect his warm tongue to my throbbing clit. I could feel his latex finger circling my entrance while his tongue was teasing me so slowly that I couldn’t help but gasp and moan. I strained against the bindings wanting to grab his head and grind my pussy onto his face.

“Try to relax, Miss Angel,” said Nurse Misty, but I was too tensed from the sensation of the doctor’s tongue while watching him eat me out on the monitor. His tongue moved to trace along my outer lips before it dived deep into my already dripping hole. A gloved thumb moved to gently manipulate my clit while he prodded deeper into my cunt with his tongue.

I closed my eyes and felt my body tense, knowing an orgasm was imminent. I gasped and moaned. The doctor noticed the change and took that time to thrust two fingers deep into my pussy. I felt my walls contract around his fingers immediately as my climax hit in intoxicating waves, releasing the tension I’d felt since I had first made the appointment.

As my moans subsided, the doctor continued to push on my stomach with one hand while he probed deep into my vagina with the other. His head was cocked to the side and he seemed engrossed in what he was doing. There was a copious amount of my pussy juices smeared on his chin and cheeks.

I lay panting, my entire body flushed and uncomfortable from being restrained in such an awkward position. I watched the monitor as the doctor moved away. My pussy was glistening wet and flushed from the excitement. I was so caught up in staring at myself that I failed to notice Nurse Misty approaching with another instrument.

The doctor was holding the speculum as he wheeled himself back between my legs. He placed the closed device at my entrance and began to slowly slide the instrument into my cunt. I was so wet from having just cum that there was no resistance and the instrument was extremely thin in the closed position. I did wince as it seemed to hit the back of my womb. The doctor noticed the resistance and stopped pushing the metal rod into my pussy.

I turned my attention back to the monitor and watched as the doctor began to turn the screws which caused the instrument to open. After a few seconds, the doctor started turning slower and slower and the pressure in my pussy became unbearable. I gave a frightened whimper.

“I’m sorry Miss Angel, it’s just another few minutes. It’s important that we get a good view for the video.”

I continued to gasp and moan as the pressure continued; it looked like my pussy could not possibly stretch any wider. I was always very tight and had never seen myself spread to such an extreme. Tears sprung into my eyes. The doctor seemed to sense my distress and reached a finger to begin rubbing my clit while my pussy was spread wide.

He reached for an instrument and shined a tiny flashlight into the deepest recesses of my cunt. I was moaning now, not just because he had resumed his attentions on my clit, but also because the flashlight gave an obscene view on the monitor of my insides.

The doctor pushed the stool away from between my legs leaving an unobstructed view of the speculum buried in my pussy and open to an extreme position. I was feeling such an ache, I began to whimper and moan. “Please take it out,” I begged.

“I’m sorry Miss Angel, this is for studious purposes. We are going to need to observe the reaction to your inner walls when you experience a violent gagging sensation.”

What the…

“Nurse Misty, could you please see that our patient is as comfortable as possible during this procedure?”

“Yes, doctor.”

And suddenly things were happening so fast I couldn’t keep up. One second Nurse Misty was grabbing a new tool that began to buzz suspiciously and moving it toward my exposed twat. She put the vibrator against the speculum and my entire pussy was instantly electrified from the feeling of vibrations deep within my body. Her finger was gently teasing my clit out of its hood while she held the vibrator against the metal rod.

So lost in moaning and experiencing this new feeling I didn’t notice Dr. J had moved to beside my head on the exam table and was stroking his big cock. I was sad to have missed the moment when it sprung, fully hard and over 7 inches, from his black slacks. I could see it was already glistening with precum that he was rubbing into his shaft and getting closer and closer to my head.

I struggled against my bindings uselessly as the doctor approached but was conflicted on whether I wanted to get away or swallow him whole in one movement.

“Doctor, I..” I started, but as soon as my lips parted the salty head of his cock was forced between my lips.

“Shhh, Miss Angel. It’s important that you relax,” he said as he pushed his dick further into my waiting mouth.

I took my time, exploring his cock with my tongue, tasting his precum and attempting to bob my head on his member but finding it hard being so restrained. The vibrating on my pussy combined with his dick in my mouth was building me up for another orgasm quickly. He didn’t mind my lack of movement, putting a firm hand behind my head and pushing himself deeper into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat. I tried to relax, gasped for air when he retreated from my throat and then moaned as he pushed forward again. Then I gagged.

The spasm through my restrained body was violent and I felt my cunt contract around the invading speculum and almost manage to dislodge it.

“Impressive,” moaned Dr. J, before thrusting back into my throat. The onslaught was brutal and I was lost in the feeling of having my face fucked by the doctor while simultaneously having my clit rubbed and entire genital area vibrating. It was too much. I was gagging again, this one more violent than the last.

Each time he forced his dick into my throat hard enough to make me gag my body shook and the walls of my pussy threatened to push the metal torture device out onto the table. The questionable test continued for several minutes as I slurped noisily on Dr. J’s cock. Without warning, he grunted loudly and forced his dick to the back of my throat where I felt his length throbbing and shooting thick strands down my throat.

There was no choice but to swallow and I gagged and struggled to handle the large load. The sensation of his cum filling my mouth and gagging me pushed me over the edge. I cried out though it was muffled by his dick in my mouth and I continued to swallow and suck his cock until the doctor was spent.

I enjoyed myself thoroughly as I got my fill of the doctor’s cum. After he withdrew, leaving me gasping for breath I felt the nurse quickly spin the screws and the pressure in my pussy immediately lessened. The doctor took a few steps away from me and though his back was turned I could tell he was adjusting himself.

Nurse Misty gave a polite smile as she moved to undo the bindings on my hands and then those around my ankles. “All done now, Miss Angel!”

I was struggling to catch my breath as I carefully dressed myself and tried to fix my hair. A few strands were soaked with spit from sucking the doctor off with my head sideways while lying down. I smoothed those strands and hoped no one would notice or at least not guess what had happened.

I was in a satisfied haze as the doctor handed me a signed form and smiled a dashing smile. He didn’t seem phased in the slightest by the testing that had occurred. As I exited the room, he was pressing buttons on the remote control and the monitor I had forgotten went black. I hoped that video really was for learning purposes. Or maybe I hoped it was for personal purposes.

With my purse in one hand and form in the other I returned to the nurse’s station. They took the form and began typing something on the computer. I was trying hard to look casual.

“Dr. J says you will need a check-up for your condition. He recommends you come back next month?”

“Next month?” I asked, confused. Wasn’t this a yearly physical? And then I realized what it would mean, coming back here next month.

“Yes that will be fine,” I said, too eagerly. I could get used to this type of treatment.

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