I found this Story on the Clinic Forum message board, in German, by Kittelschuerze. The translation is by Google and I have tried to clean it up a bit.

The young assistant who recorded my particulars, wore a long white gown, which handed her almost to the ankles and a white surgical cap, as was done in many practices in Poland.

"They're coming today to stretch," she said in broken German. "Have you paid?"

"Yes, I have even given my husband an enema," responded my wife while I just gave a nod concluded.

I blushed at the thought of the enema, which my wife had injected into me today before our departure. It came so fast that I have splashed their coat and rubber apron, which she had tied on for protection.

The assistant smiled briefly.

"In our patients are already waiting for subsequent surgical gowns," she said, and took from a closet, two white bundle.

She pointed to a door. "There is the dressing room behind the waiting room. I will now give you their gown. Please take off all his clothes and then this goen on. "

She handed us each one of the bundles, my wife got a pair of additional examination gloves, and she handed me a surgical cap.

When she saw the questioning look of the woman, she said with a smile:" Also accompanying persons must be dressed hygienically in the OR. Therefore, please remove the coat and also in addition to surgical gloves. Then go into the waiting room. Her husband has been waiting room before the surgical hood put on. "

In the locker room, there were 10 separate curtained booths where we moved out to us.

Only now I noticed that the assistant had given me a lady's smock. When I buttoned up, I felt my penis swelled.

My wife smiled as they saw my penis pushed the fabric of the apron to the front and took me by the hand. I sat still on the surgical hood and then we opened the door to the waiting room.

The waiting room was tiled in white and filled in well. I saw two other men and a woman in white overalls with surgical caps, so obviously patients like me. One of the men was apparently accompanied by his wife, because she was already like my surgical gloves.

Why had I let myself be persuaded by my wife only to this treatment? With us, there were certainly other methods for my complaints as anal stretching here in Poland ...

We had to wait quite a while and every time the door opened to the treatment room, I winced. For more then two sisters came with a stretcher in the waiting room where the patient was strapped to the next, before they pushed him into the OR.

The sisters, both with almost floor-length white gowns, masks, gloves and hood OP-dressed, pressed on to an automatic door opener, which released the view of the OP.

You could see immediately that there were three study patients and chairs were occupied in the room with her sisters ten o'clock surgical treatment or the fourth chair prepared.

From a woman who was on an investigation of the chairs, one could clearly hear loud groans.

Now it was my turn.

One of the OP-sisters nodded to me and pointed to the grave.

My wife helped me and the moment I was, I was strapped by the arms and legs.

The door opened and I could already see at which examination chair, they would drive me. Three sisters were busy there to prepare everything for my treatment.

Two of the sisters wore knee-length white aprons without arm, while the third was wearing over her long white surgical gown, a shorter, light-green apron made of nylon, which she had not buttoned.

During one of the sisters moved into the examination chair with a blanket, her colleague handed my wife a surgical mask.

The sister with the nylon coat came to my bed and opened the lower buttons of my apron, so that my erect sex warehouse.

When she undid the strap up my hands and feet, I saw the patient reared on the examination chair to my left and groaned.

One of the young nurses who treated him, pressed his upper body back onto the chair and spoke to him reassuringly.

Now I could see that her colleague, who sat between his legs, another sister was a syringe with a long needle, which she had apparently used straight.

"In addition to treating Analtherapien like this very successful testicular discomfort with our injections," said the sister with the nylon smock, her colleagues watched it, as they prepared for the next injection.

"Please now take on the examining chair, your wife will help you," said one of the young assistants, I hesitate and left the couch.

The sister was now between my legs, which were spread far up strapped to the leg supports and began to close its nylon coat with large buttons.

"For your extension, we must consider specific health," she said and her two assistants are tied for transparent latex skirts. My wife got an apron for such pre-binding.

While the women are preparing for my treatment, I could see on the opposite side of the room another patient and the woman from the waiting room, which were also included in the study chairs.

At the woman apparently just one anal stretching was carried out, for I could see how two sisters became separate her buttocks, while a colleague introduced her an anal speculum.

The man was treated by four sisters, but I could only see his feet twitching and hear its intense groaning, because the sisters obscured the view of his naked lower body.

I felt very excited me the sight of the treatments and the surgical nurse and my penis was stiff.

Red-faced, I looked up at my wife, who stood at the head of the investigation of the chair and had not escaped. I watched as she smiled through her surgical mask. Her nipples were distinguished clearly from under the latex apron and overalls.

"For the expansion it is necessary for us to hide your erection and your lower body numb locally," the nurse announced in the nylon coat with a view of my swollen member.

In a statement in Polish pushed out one of the assistants approached an instrument table on which lay in several rows of syringes with needles of different lengths.

I was hot and cold, and my wife looked startled at the instrument table, from which one of the assistants took a syringe and withdrew the cap of the long needle.

The sister with the nylon smock directed the surgical lamp now on my private parts and put my coat apart.

The other sister sprayed my entire lower body with a cold disinfectant.

"Please breathe quietly. I inject you now the remedy for the erection of the bottom of the penis and the prostate, "said the sister, and I heard a rustling her nylon overalls, as she sat down between my legs square and her colleague with a fleeting glance at me the syringe enough ...

One of the aides now leaned on my chest and held my arms. Under their masks, I could see her beautiful big eyes as she looked at me.

My wife leaned over from the head end of me and held my head so that I could not look down.

Suddenly I felt the other assistant pulled my testicles with both hands up.

Then the nurse pricked the needle.

Almost immediately, I tried to rebel.

"Easy," said the assistant who held my arms and I could see she was breathing on her mask, she was so close to me.

She pushed me back into the chair and I watched as delineated under her apron the naked nipples.

Apparently, she was excited.

The pain between my legs was intense.

I could no longer suppress my moans.

"I am now the needle up to your penis," I heard the nurse between my outstretched legs as if through a fog.

I felt the needle now in the penis.

A short, sharp pain when the sister of depressing the plunger of the syringe, which subsided quickly under the onset of anesthesia.

"You were brave, sweetheart," I tried to reassure my wife, as the assistant released my arms again and I saw with a view to my lower body, like her colleague, the empty syringe receiving.

Your mouthguard bulged under their breaths, as she took my penis in his hand.

"The injection works," she said, looking at me.

My penis began abzuschwellen slowly, completely regardless of horniness, the sight of the four bekittelten women around me cried out in me.

I heard the nurse gave her assistant in the nylon smock a brief statement in Polish and pointed to the instrument table.

Instinctively, I also saw there - to put it immediately to repent again, because the syringe was then selected for me, had a big, thick needle.

"I now inject the injection of the prostate," explained the nurse. "This is pretty painful, but you are brave."

My helpless sight, the sisters acknowledged with a smile.

The sister, who had just held my testicles pulled, now long rubber gloves on, ranging up to her elbows. Then she ran from a donor on the right hand lubricant.

She bent over my lower body and now led the Finder means that hand into my anus.

With the other hand she took my scrotum and have him high.

No sooner had her penetrating fingers reached my prostate, they said something in Polish and bent her colleague again down to me to keep my arms.

Her mask was now so close, I could see her scent and her breasts pressed against my chest her apron.

She whispered something in Polish, when the needle was fixed.

What I felt at first was the violent jolt, with the fingers of my sister in my anus prostate upward pressed, then came the needle.

I groaned aloud.

"Breathe calmly," the mask whispered to me. Involuntarily I looked in the section of your apron.

She was naked under her surgical clothes, the nipples stiff and pointed.

Then the nurse took the needle in the Postata.

I screamed to run and tried to rear up myself, but again I was forced back on the chair.

This time also helped my wife to keep me on the chair.

The pain was unbearable and I cried again when the syringe was emptied into my prostate.

My wife looked down at me.

I clearly felt their excitement.

Her eyes sparkled above the mask, as it depressing my shoulders.

Slowly let the pain diminished and I no longer felt my penis.

The nurse left my arms and then took a hand off my wife.

"Please masturbate her husband, we want to be sure that the penis is erect no more," she said.

My wife saw the sisters for a Augenblcik to unsafe, but then she started to rub my penis intensively.

I felt her latex skirt and bekittelten breasts on my face, swollen with excitement.

But despite my inner horniness I was not rigid.

"Good," the sister said, with the nylon coats seem to be satisfied, "we can now set the other injections into the anus."

The assistant, whose beautiful eyes I had been directly in front of my face was next to the injection sister to enrich their remaining reared syringes.

The other, which had previously penetrated me spread, now my buttocks so that my anus emerged clearly.

"Come here, you can see how we prepare your man," the nurse encouraged the nylon coat my wife.

She went to the foot and stood behind the nurse. I could see how they secretly stroked the bulging swollen chest.

The depredations of the first needle in my asshole, I groaned, but this time the feeling of excitement outweighed the pain.

I looked down at myself and the sister, who straddled me, past I saw a hand of my wife pressed gently against the body between her legs, which was hidden behind the long latex skirt and coat their naked shame.