"Remain standing, please," said Nurse Goodell. As I watched, she walked toward 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.

Nurse Goodell now spoke, “Mr. Johnson, I’ve asked Nurse Wilson to join us for this next part of the 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,” said 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, 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 apart. 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 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 I’m serious. This examination can't be done properly if your hands keep getting in the way, and we’ve found that this position works best to keep them occupied.” 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, Kristy,” 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, 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 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 forward, 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. 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 it to be over.

“All right. 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. “All right. 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 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.