Upon waking B quickly becomes aware that he is restrained. His eyes flit open, he tries to look around the dimly lit room, but he cannot lift or turn his head very far. He is lying flat on his back with heavy leather straps over his body and his limbs. His heart starts to race as he tries to think of the last thing he can remember before waking up here.

Grasping at the hazy edges of his memory trying to recall what happened after he left the Dean’s house. He is torn from his reverie when he notices a strange glow and movement in his periphery. A blinding light clicks on and a sultry voice welcomes him to his intake exam.

As his eyes adjust to the light he can see a woman in blue scrubs with a surgical mask covering the lower half of her face. In her presence he had become acutely aware that he is quite naked on top of being restrained and completely helpless.

His face burns with a deep blush. Our Mr B is a virgin. He has never been nude in the presence of another person besides maybe his mother and his GP. His humiliation deepens when another woman in the same uniform enters the room.

The two women conferred amongst themselves for a few moments before the new gal left again.

“To start we are just going to get you cleaned up: It shouldn’t take too long.”

The woman attending him went about pushing some buttons just out of his line of sight and the table he was strapped to whirred into motion. Slowly it brought his knees up towards his chest together, tilting his body up, then slowly pushed his knees apart to either side of his body. His genitals and bottom on full display at the very edge of the table supporting his body. His shame only grew. B’s body flushed with a wave of embarrassment. He had not even been aware his body could bend this way!

He can see the room now and he can see the mirrors lining the walls. Providing clear visuals of everyone and everything in the room. His fear only increasing as he scanned the different surgical trays. Several still covered. He can’t even begin to imagine the horrors that await him beneath each sheet.

In all his confusion he hadn’t even tried to speak. Whenever it occurred to him to try to ask what was going on he could not move his tongue or open his mouth.

She saw him try to speak, “Tut, tut. Good boys know when to speak and when to listen. If we need you to speak we will give a very clear indication of such by removing the insert that stops you being able to” she chuckled. Flicking a tube that protruded from the object in his mouth she assured him as long as it was clear he would still be able to breathe through his mouth if necessary.

With that she pressed another button and B felt a cuff inflating on his left arm. “We are just going to start with some vitals before we begin your cleaning.”

When the cuff deflated and she read the results she asked if he was nervous. He would have replied that yes, he is in fact terrified and has no idea what is happening— except he couldn’t.

She held up a glass rod as thick as his thumb and at least 8 inches long. It had a bulbous tip that looked intimidating to the 18 year old virgin. He shivered as he wondered just where she was going to stick it…

After shaking it several times she says “Now for your temperature”, without any further explanation she flipped open the cap on a large tube of lubricant, squeezed a dollop onto the ball tip and gently touched it to B’s fully exposed virgin rosebud.

He instinctively tenses. Clenching his tight little anal ring as she slowly rubs the tip against him. Spreading the cool lube around his opening. She instructed him to take a deep breath on 3. She counts, “1… 2… 3!” He did not take a breath. Instead he clenched up tighter thinking he could halt this humiliating invasion of his back passage. He gave a throaty squeal as the thermometer triumphed over his tight little band of muscle. His bottom winked spastically around the thermometer for the full 5 minutes she held it in place. A whimper escaping as she withdrew it.

“You might listen when I give you instructions in the future, aye? That could have gone nicer for you. But maybe you like to make things harder for yourself. Time will tell, boy.”

The door opened and the other woman entered the room just as the first was wiping his bottom clean like a baby for everyone to see. His stomach churned with shame.

Pulled back into the moment again: the table shifted to a position where his bottom was slightly higher than his head. He sees the second woman is pulling an IV stand with a bright red bulging bag that had a hose coming off the bottom. He couldn’t see much else due to the change in position.