Section 32

I get told to clear it up, which I guess is fair enough as it was my mess But on the other hand, crawling around on the floor is a bit undignif Ied especially with no clothes on. And don't they employ cleaners in this place? But the looksI get from Doctor Chan really didn't encourage any debate about it, so armed with paper towels and water I wipe and scrub until the evidence seemed to have disappeared.

I can hear Doctor Chan moving around the couch but don't take much notice untilI am satisfied with my contribution to the clinic's hygienic regime. I stand up. Doctor Chan glances at the floor and then at me - or specifically my penis. She seems satisfied and orders me once more on to the couch.

I lie back when - out of the blue - this strap goes across my chest and gets tightened so I can hardly move. WTF? I feel trapped and not a little scared. I watch as Doctor Chan wheels a stand over with a bag attached. Now I’ve had enemas before - for purely medical reasons you understand - but never like this. Surely there's not room to get the tube up while I'm lying in this position?

But hang on that large object, doesn't look like an enema nozzle, not one that I have seen anyway. Oh dear - there's only one place that can go ... and with an air of inevitability a certain stiffening starts to take place. I have always prided myself on being a 5 times a night man - but this beats even my own record.

However, Doctor Chan seems to be prepared. She lubricates a small, metal device grasps my virtually erect penis, and eases the cold steel down into me. This is a very strange feeling. It is uncomfortable at the beginning but once past the head the tube goes down quite smoothly, being fed in until it is fully inserted.

As the first sign of humanity from Doctor Chan, as she makes the final adjustments to it's position, she squeezes my balls again and says "all done for the moment". For the moment? Where is this going? There's something going on here that I don't really understand, and whileI usually enjoy regular physicals, this has taken a completely unexpected turn which has an added edge to it now. Most of the stuff up until now has been routine especially as I always complain of aching testicles which demands the doctor have a good look "down there", but strapped down? This has the potential to be very exciting, very exciting indeed. At that thoughtI feel another stirring which feels very peculiar in the circumstances. And that ache in my balls starts to come back butI feel confident that there won't be a repeat of earlier. Or at least not just yet.

Doctor Chan is making notes at the desk, and I wait for what seems to be an age, immobile, erect, and nude, for her to finish. I involuntarily twitch as she stands up and smoothes her white coat down ready for the next element of the exam. I take a deep breath of fear and excitement as she walks over.

Section 33

Once I finish inserting the urethral plug, I feel confident that there will be no more unplanned spills.

"Legs out to the sides please."

I have the unmitigated pleasure of guiding Ethan's legs into the stirrups. He wasn't expecting this. It's nice to be able to keep him on his toes, so to speak.

I snap on yet another set of gloves (I'm going through them like they're Kleenex) and prep both the oversized nozzle and Ethan's anus with lube. Just a chilly dab here and there. Then I gently part his cheeks and insert what is really more a plug slowly, wiggling it a little to get it seated just right. It takes two quarts -- oops, 2 liters -- of a mild soap solution, to fill the bag and when it's back on its stand with the the stopcock opened, gravity does my work for me. It's difficult for him to take. I can see his expression changing as I massage his abdomen in easy circles. Perhaps he's new at this.

"Now. While you hold that I'm going to need for you to tell me in detail about your last sexual experience. What were the positions? What type of contraceptive did you use? What was the duration and what activities were involved? Did your partner exhibit any signs of having an STD? Excessive wantonness, for example?"

Ethan doesn't disappoint. He tells me true, perhaps because he realizes I won't let him up unless I believe what he says. And when he's finished, practically gasping with the exertion of holding the enema, I unbuckle the chest strap and let him go.

When he returns, suitably quiet, it's back up on the table. Everything is set up again and Ethan realizes he's in for a second round. However, this time he won't be able to hold it as long and he'll need to finish answering my questions more quickly.

"When was your first sexual experience? Describe the location, the circumstances, and the perceived level of satisfaction for yourself and your partner."

Section 34

I had felt confident all along that not being a woman, as I think we've established, I'd be free from the indignity of those stirrups. Oh no sir. She puts my legs into them and pushes them up and out to an angle I did not believe possible. And of course I am still immobilised by the chest strap. A couple of dabs of KY, and this time I do recognise the nozzle and the bag. The nozzle breaches me, fortuitously not exciting my prostate, and gravity feeds the contents in to my rectum. I don't know how much but it seems a hell of a lot. I am going to have difficulty in keeping it in, but after the previous little accident, I have no desire to turn into Mrs. Mop again. I'll hold it, so to speak, come what may.

As she gently massages my abdomen I get a series of questions. Not about my health or how I am feeling but about the last shag I had. This time I am defeated, I don't have the energy, and perhaps not the will, to try and make something up, even as bland as last weekend, girlfriend, missionary. So the truth emerges about Jodi, the restraints and the enjoyment we had last weekend. I can see the gleam in Doctor Chan's eyes and I suspect she's known all along and that getting to this truth was important. The pressure is building exponentially down below, and so the last part of my description is rushed, but I really cannot hold it any longer.

Released - me and it, except back on the couch she starts again with the large nozzle back firmly in position. My first sexual experience? Probably having my balls examined by a lady doctor at school in my early teens. But that doesn't really count as I didn't know it was a sexual experience until afterwards and I’m pretty sure she didn't get any pleasure out of it. So no, the first girlfriend, and those adolescent groping after school, exploring the mysteries of a girl's underwear - just how do you undo a bra clasp with one hand when you can't even see it? The even more exasperating fumbles of intercourse - how do you get it in the right place when you can't even see it? I don't think the first time was a particularly satisfying experience but it certainly got better! And Doctor Chan, given half a chance, I would like to show you how my knowledge of both underclothing and anatomy has improved. All this talk and reminiscing has got the wee little fella really stiff again, with the feeling perhaps exaggerated by this thing stuck down my penis. and I can feel my testicular ache returning.

And this time my ability to retain the enema's liquid is less than the first time so my responses are quick, staccato even, to avoid a rather messy end. While she is asking the questions, there is no sense of gratuitous interest from Doctor Chan, no licking of lips, no sense of anything other than a purely professional interest. She might as well have been asking me the last time I ate a steak for all reaction she displayed. What is going on under that white doctor's coat?

Section 35

Now that Ethan is all clean inside, it's time to proceed with the next phase of the exam. I strap him down yet again, this time asking him to bring his knees into his chest. Once he's in position, I guide a second strap over his thighs so that he is secure. Now he's nice and open. Helpless, in fact.

There is an instrument that isn't among those that Dr. Brian left for me, but which a brief search of various cabinets uncovered while Ethan was in the bathroom the first time. It's a flexible sigmoidoscope. Given Ethan's family medical history, and the fact that I'm trying to pad my experience with as many techniques as possible, I think it would be a great idea to get way up into my patient's sigmoid colon and see, so to speak, what's up.

He goes pale at the sight of it. I, for my part, explain nothing. I just hum Beyonce's "Single Ladies" to myself, making sure to avoid looking at Ethan's penis with its urethral plug and retaining ring. Sometimes this job really is too much fun.

"All right Ethan. I'm going to have a little look inside you." I notice that he looks dubious at the mention of the adjective. "Have you ever had this procedure done before?"

Ethan shakes his head. A bit vigorously, I find.

"That's fine. Go ahead and relax for me now." I switch the scope on.

I apply liberal amounts of lube to the instrument, easing it gradually into Ethan while watching him for signs of discomfort or distress. Both are present, of course, but not in any greater quantities than when I've ever done this procedure or seen it done.

When I get to where I need to be, it's a simple task to draw the scope slowly back out, checking for abnormalities along the way. It's not exciting at all, not like seeing Ethan with his legs in the air, restrained and spread for me and his organ of procreation stiff and straining. In fact the exam does a great deal to mitigate the effects of what I'm looking at. Otherwise, I might be tempted to take one of those lovely colored vibrators and do vastly unethical things to poor, dear Ethan, who is doing is best to be so very good for me right now.

Section 36

This is getting serious - with a capital S.

I get strapped down at my chest then Doctor Chan issues an astonishing order. Knees to chest - and then another strap across. My arse is totally exposed, and I am lying there racking my brains as to where this is going. Doctor Chan has explored my rectum pretty fully I reckon. The she brings out this snake - there's no other word for it - of black tubing. I feel slightly uneasy at this as I can guess where it's going.

"All right Ethan. I'm going to have a little look inside you. Have you ever had this procedure done before?". Little? I don't think so.

"No." I mumble in answer to her question. Doctor Chan resumes humming a song I vaguely recognise but I am too tense to try and name it. Relax? She is joking isn't she? She puts some lubricant on the 'scope and inserts it into my hole. It goes in for what seems forever, occasionally puffing some air as it goes. It's not painful, but is a little uncomfortable, and, as with anything inserted up my rear passage, provokes a tingling of excitement, but my cock is effectively out of action due to Doctor Chan's earlier ministrations. Ye gods its going to interesting when she unplugs it.

The 'scope comes out of me slowly which while my anus is excruciatingly sensitive, gives me the shivers, as does the look I see Doctor Chan casting in my direction. I swear she's enjoying this on the quiet, but she gives no clue as to what's next. Instead I wait, reliving the last minutes of the 'scope' withdrawal and clenching my buttocks and wondering what she will recommend for that damn ache that's getting quite noticeable in my balls.

Section 37

Ethan looks properly subdued. Chastened, even. and I can't say I mind him looking that way after all the trouble he's been giving me with his mysterious testicular aches and The Erection of Great Resilience. Lord only knows how I'm going to explain any of this to Dr. Brian at dinner tonight.

I put the couch back into its standard configuration and release Ethan from his strenuous knee-chest pose. I guide his legs back down, giving his feet and calves a rub which, although intended to restore circulation, may not be entirely necessary either. An orgasm, after all, is no substitute for having a throbbing-hot spear of masculinity probing my vitals, and to be faced with the object of my desires for so long, so soon after the good Dr. Brian worked me over is giving me more than a few ideas. It's also had my nipples at least as stiff as Ethan's cock for the past half hour.

Still, can't molest the patients -- in any way that will make them complain, at least. I have Ethan sit up and press a sterile container into his hand, directing a knowing look his way.

"We're going to need a semen sample for the lab." When was it that physicians first began using the plural, anyway? " I trust this won't be difficult for you."

I stand on his right, easing the ring over his pretty, pink glans with my still-gloved right hand, while grasping him with my left. I take longer over the procedure than is strictly necessary, meeting his eyes just briefly before sliding the last few centimeters of the urethral plug out and away.

"Now this is important. You'll need to tell me if you're experiencing any pain or tenderness, even any unusual pressure at any time."

I don't retreat to the desk, Dr. Brian's bastion of authority. Instead I stay nearby and monitor Ethan closely, looking for little twitches in his hand or changes of expression that would be indicative of unreported pain. I'm still not sure if he's being completely above-board with me. And as I vowed earlier, I will get to the bottom of this.

Thus, I just fold my hands quietly behind my back and wait.

Section 38

So it seems to be all over. I am released from the straps and the blood begins to flow again, assisted by Doctor Chan, who perhaps in a more friendly fashion than one might expect, rubs my feet and calves. Oooh nice but actually it's my thighs which have been strapped down. Give them a massage, please Doctor Chan. She doesn't.

I sit back up and she hands me a container, with a knowing look. By now I have no real idea of what's real and what's in the vivid imagination of Doctor Chan, but I assume that she needs a urine sample and start to get up to find my way back to the bathroom. She stops me with a look and requests a sample of something I wasn't expecting - a semen sample. I still assume that I'll go off somewhere private or that she will move away, but no. She removes the "plug" currently in my dick being extremely gentle and almost massaging it with the hand that's not managing the withdrawal. I twitch a few times and she's certainly helping. "I trust this won't be difficult for you?" Ha ha. It'll be much more difficult to keep it all in. From her next statement, it's clear she's not going anywhere. "You must tell me about any pressure, pain, or tenderness" she says.

Nevertheless I wait for her to move away. Desirable though Doctor Chan is, having her stand there while I jerk off somehow doesn't seem right. But she doesn't move other than to put her hands behind her back and look intently at me. OMG she really expects me to do it. Now. In front of her.

I hold the container and try really hard, but it's not working for me. I am conscious of her stare, even if I close my eyes. And my penis feels a bit rough. I ask if she has any lube to help and she finds a tube on the instrument tray and offers it to me. I decide to be really cheeky, after all nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Could you put some on for me please" I ask " I would find it difficult to do that and hold the specimen jar." She gives me a look, but squeezes some lube out and briefly touches my erect member just long enough to dab some lubrication on.

I try again, closing me eyes and conjuring up images of Doctor Chan, her stethoscope, my rectum, her fingers encasing my balls, what she might look like without her white coat and clothes. Oh what I could do to her given half the chance. My hand moves quicker and quicker and it really is no time at all before Doctor Chan has her sample. Much too quick but what does she expect? And not such a good volume as before, but sufficient for the lab I am sure.

I relax, my penis shrivelling back to its flaccid form and I rest my hand on my abdomen. "No pain or tenderness" I report before she asks. "And the pressure was no more than usual, and the ache in my testicles has gone now". She looks at me suspiciously as if I am making this up. But I know that the ache in my balls is real and almost unbearable at times, and I really am looking to her for a prescription for how to cure it. Of course sex either solo or otherwise, helps but I mean that can't be the answer can it? There must be a medical solution.

She takes the container of my come, puts a top on it and places it on the desk. She takes her time, and I get the feeling that she's considering her what she needs to investigate next. In my experience the options are very limited butI have every confidence that my medical practitioner will give me what I need and teach me the what's what.

Section 39

The process of getting Ethan's sample is quite nice. I get to see his long, dark eyelashes fanned out against his cheeks and see the sensual shape of his mouth as it hangs open just a little. I also see his abdominal muscles. They tense as he's getting close.

His breath is coming in short, sharp gasps and it would be oh so much fun to auscultate him now and hear his heart racing. Actually, It would be so much fun to do a lot of things, but our time here is drawing to a close, and, honestly, why ruin the show? He's a delicious sight with his cheeks flushed and his slick pole straining. Rather bold of him to ask for the lube, but I’m feeling generous now that he seems to be doing what I ask.

Ethan's right hand is tense yet relaxed in that beautiful way that guys have when they're stroking themselves. His palm is rapid and sure against his stick, tugging and squeezing himself into what looks like paroxysms of bliss judging from the beatific expression on his face and the way he shudders into his climax.

It seems like everything is working just fine, so I am even more puzzled by the circumstances. It seems that further tests are necessary. I take the sample back to Dr. Brian's desk and set it down before going to make some more notes in Ethan's chart.

"You can get dressed Ethan." I nod at him, careful to keep any reluctance that I may feel well hidden. His body is really not bad at all. Objectively speaking, of course.

Once his clothes are back on, I have Ethan sit down in one of the chairs facing the desk.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this but our exam was inconclusive. What I'd like to do send you for some bloodwork and an ultrasound. We have those facilities on the premises. You can make an appointment at the desk outside. Depending on the results, I may need to see you back here in a few days or a week."

Section 40

Oh dear - inconclusive eh? Well that's sad but probably not surprising. Blood work? Ultrasound? I don't think so, although the prospect of coming back to see Doctor Chan makes the prospect a little more enticing.

As I get dressedI reflect that Doctor Chan has more to give. Perhaps I'll make an appointment in a few months' time when she has had time to settle in - she looks a bit tired and not entirely comfortable. She may be more used to our British ways by then.

Meanwhile I've heard on the grapevine that there's a new doctor over the other side of town. Just qualified, and first time in a full time GP post. Did I mention she's female? Young? Rumour has it attractive as well. Perhaps I'll need to make an appointment with her when the ache in my balls returns. In the meantime, I thank Doctor Chan resisting the temptation to ask her what time she finishes and if she fancied a quick drink after work. Now that would be unprofessional, and I am sure she'd never do anything unprofessional. Would she? Did she?

As I walk out of the surgery the same older doctor is hovering outside the door that I bumped into when I came in. He looks as though he's been listening, I catch that guilty look that kids have when they've been caught spying on the grown-ups and he hurriedly straightens up and rushes into the room, or Doctor Chan's Chamber as I shall think of it for evermore.

Not a bad afternoon's medfet - 7/10 and Doctor Chan's definitely up there on the leader board. But she has competition. I wonder when I can get an appointment with the new doctor?

Fin