The room shifts around him--hands guiding, voices soft, the rustle of linens and metal trays being adjusted. Finn's body is handled with care, but every movement feels like a summons of dread. The nurses carefully arrange him. His legs parted and guided into padded supports. The positioning deliberate, controlled. The exposure makes his stomach twist. Soft straps brought over his thighs and one across his abdomen. His genitals and bottom lay uncovered, his most private parts bared to all the eyes in the room.

Shame spreads through his chest like wildfire. His face flushes, his heart pounds. He wants to cover himself, to curl inward, to vanish--but he can't. His body is weak and bound in pain. Even the air against his skin feels sharp. Every breath reminding him how vulnerable he is. He shuts his eyes tight to blot out the world, but that only makes this worse. His mind reaches back to shadowed echoes--times when he had been spread out without choice, probed, violated, held open. His chest rises with panic clawing up his throat. His breathing gone shallow.

Moxie's voice cuts through low and steady. "Finn, stay here with me." Her hand slides into his firm and grounding. "This is different. You're safe." Her voice tethers him to the moment. His lashes flutter open, eyes shining with fear, he meets her gaze.

The doctor's quiet tone breaks through, "I am going to start with a preliminary exam. Just to make sure there are no blockages."

Finn tenses, his whole body stiffens, but Moxie reminds him, "She has to check. Nothing here will be rushed."

Cold gel touches his anus, making him jolt with a sharp hiss between his teeth. Then the doctors gloved fingers press past his anal band, slow but inevitable. Finn gasps, the stretch is immediate. His anal muscle clenches against the intrusion. His hips jerking despite the supports beneath him. His anus, scarred and stubbornly tight, resists every inch. The pressure builds unbearably, pain blooming hot, spreading up into his belly.

Sweat gathers at his hairline. Moxie combs her fingers through his damp curls, "Breathe, Finn."

His body remembers too much. The stretch, the ache, the humiliating fullness--it stirs memories of hands forcing him without mercy, of instruments and pain disguised as procedure. His throat closes as tears gather at the corners of his eyes and he bites back strangled whimpers.

The doctor's voice remains soft, "Almost there. Just a little further."

His body trembles with the effort of enduring the doctor's fingers exploring his bottom. The deep sweeping motions inside his rectum assessing tone and resistance. Every nerve in his bottom screaming. His anus throbs, raw from swelling and strain. The doctor carefully rotates her fingers, pressing at the walls of his rectum. Finn's anus spasms around the intrusion, making the ache sharper, the sense of violation deeper. Finally, the fingers withdraw.

The doctor's voice reaches him again, thoughtful, tinged with caution. "He is very tight. I don't want to risk tearing the muscle during insertion." her gaze shifts to the nurse, "He will need an enema and dilation before the procedure."

Finn's stomach drops. Enema. Dilation. Further violation. Another stretch of pain to endure.

The doctor peels her gloves away, her expression soft but resolute. "I'll give you some time to prepare him. Call me when he's ready." She leaves quietly, footsteps fading. The door clicks closed.

Finn lay trembling, his bottom already throbbing. He is strapped down and helpless. He knows there is nothing he can do but endure this.