John felt something hot in his face, was it the sun? Was he at the beach? He couldn’t hear the sea, only a faint buzzing sound. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the overwhelming brightness of a light hanging overhead, a surgical light, pointed directly at him. Oh god, was he in surgery?! His eyes shot wide open and he gasped for breath, trying to get his bearings and maybe call for help. He tried to call out “Hello?!”, only for it to sound completely garbled, and more like “Haaagh?!”. As he attempted to close his mouth, he found himself unable to even move his jaw, and heard the light ‘tink!’ of metal in his mouth.

As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he looked down his body and was shocked to see that he was completely naked, his pale skin practically luminous underneath the harsh surgical light. His legs were strapped into a pair of stirrups, and lifted up, his hips spread wide until everything was on display. The rest of his body was covered in thick leather straps, two on his wrists, bound at either side, one at his neck, firmly holding his head down, and one large strap over his abdomen, keeping him from sitting up.

The first thing he tried to do was struggle, weak muscles straining against the leather bindings. Innardly, he cursed his constant procrastination about going to the gym. He wasn’t exactly an unfit guy, but he did find the occasional convenient excuse not to go to the gym. While his mind raced, he was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat, “Ahem…”.

He looked down his body, and between his legs stood a woman. Her mouth was already covered by a white surgical mask, her hair scrunched up into a bun and covered with a surgical cap. Other than that, she looked exceptionally ordinary, a petite, not necessarily athletic figure covered up by a set of turquoise scrubs, and a mid-sleeved black and white striped t-shirt to cover her arms.

“Well, now that you’re awake, I think it’s time we started your intake exam, don’t you?” an elegant, yet somewhat disdainful voice said behind the mask.

“Haagh? HAAAAAAAGH!” John cried, again and again, the leather bonds creaking as he struggled!

“Now now, there’s no use screaming. The room is soundproofed” the woman calmly explained, walking along the side of the chair until she stood with her hands level with his head. Reaching into a pocket of her scrubs, she pulled out something shiny, a syringe, filled with a mysterious pink liquid. “Now CALM. DOWN” she commanded, her voice taking on the tone of a school mistress, before she held the syringe directly in front of John’s face. “Or, I will sedate you, and continue your intake exam either way, except this time, you won’t be waking up again until after your treatment. Do you understand?”.

John stared at the syringe, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Who was this woman? Where was he?! His screams died down slowly, until the only sound he made was a light panting as he caught his breath.

“Good. Now, I’m going to be performing your intake exam today. That means I will be inspecting all the parts of your body that I think are important, outlining any treatments I deem necessary before you are processed. You, are going to sit back, relax, and listen to what I say. Understand?”. She spoke so matter-of-factly, as if she had done this a thousand times before. Wiggling the syringe in front of him, it became obvious that she wanted a response. Reluctantly, John made an affirmative sound, “Ah hah…”.

“Good! Then we’ll begin. I think I’ll start with your oral exam, since I’m up here. What do you think?”. This time, she didn’t expect a response, as she had already turned around. John heard the sound of rubber snapping against skin, and the woman came back into view. “I’m happy that you’re not allergic to latex. I always find nitrile to be so… lacking” she said, returning to the table, her slender hands now covered in a thin layer of white latex. “If you’re a good little patient, I might let you pick the colour of the gloves for your treatments, if you’re good, that is. Now, open wide for me, and let me take a look…”. He could have sworn he saw a little smirk behind the mask before her fingers began their invasion of his mouth.

Immediately, he could detect the unmistakable taste and smell of latex as she reached for his cheeks as best she could, pulling them out of the way to inspect his gums and teeth, not too dissimilar to that of a slave at auction. Was that what he was there for? Was he going to be sold as a slave?!

“Hmm, gums seem healthy. Nice stretchy cheeks, but oop, what’s this?” she said, poking one of John’s premolars forcefully and picking between his teeth with her nail, through the glove. “Have you not been brushing your teeth?” she asked in an accusatory tone. John couldn’t respond, obviously, so she took his lack of an answer as an answer. “I’ll take that as a yes. Hmm, good patients always brush their teeth. I’m afraid I’m going to have to send you to our dentist. I’m thinking… Two fillings? To teach you a lesson for having such an unhealthy mouth.”. Her fingers pulled away from his teeth, resting one rubber coated finger on his tongue, slowly inching further and further back. “What do you think, hmm…?” she teased, her finger slipping closer and closer to the back of his mouth, until suddenly, he bucked in the chair, his gag reflex kicking in and forcing him to painfully try to swallow with his mouth open to prevent himself from vomiting.

“Wonderful! I knew you’d agree with me. Oh, and your gag reflex seems to be normal. We’ll have to weaken that with some training later”. Pulling her fingers out of his mouth, the sinister nurse pulled off her gloves with a snap, and discarded them by laying them on his chest. He could already feel the cold spots where his drool had coated the tips of her fingers. The nurse turned her back to him, scribbling something down on a small notepad. It was unclear what she was writing, but presumably, it was a recommendation on what devilish treatments he was to undergo after his intake exam.

“Okay, that was the oral examination. Now I’m going to perform an examination of your genitals, starting with your testicles”. The woman walked along the exam chair once again, sitting down on a small stool at the end, between his legs. This time, John could see her pull on another pair of gloves, raising her hand up to the overhead light for that final snap, her hand casting a shadow over his lower abdomen. The shadow shrunk more and more, until he felt her grasp his balls firmly, her thumb professionally rubbing and kneading his sack, checking each ball for lumps. Normally, such an exam wouldn’t take long, but this time, she made it her business to elicit some sort of response, and her attempts weren’t unsuccessful. With each increasingly sensual rub, more blood rushed to his member, each heartbeat making him grow harder and harder, until his penis stood partially erect, his foreskin partially retracted so the tiniest part of the head could be seen. “Well well… It appears my patient is enjoying my little exam” the nurse teased, grinning wickedly beneath her mask, “A dirty mind to match your dirty mouth. Let’s see what else is dirty…”.

With one hand, she grasped his penis, holding it perfectly upright, while with the other, she slowly dug a single slender, rubber coated finger beneath his foreskin, running it underneath the skin. If John could move his mouth, he would have grimaced as she pressed her finger into the flesh at the tip of his cock, and stretched out his foreskin until he whimpered in pain! Immediately, her finger retreated and she released her grasp, letting his now slowly softening member flop back onto his stomach.

She brought her finger up to her face to inspect it. “Just as I thought. Smegma! Somebody hasn’t been washing themselves thoroughly. Maybe I should have done the oral exam *after* this one, to teach you a lesson, don’t you think?” she chastised. She walked back over to the top of the chair and held her finger alarmingly close to John’s mouth, almost sticking her finger tip inside, albeit not touching anything. Withdrawing her finger, John couldn’t actually see if there was anything on it or not. “I think it would be best if we scheduled you to be circumcised straight away. Snip this little problem in the bud, hmm?” she said, a familiar sick grin coming across her face beneath the mask.

Removing her gloves once again, she tossed them into his abdomen and walked back to her little stool between his legs, pulling another pair of latex gloves out of her breast pocket. “One last exam. I think you can guess what it’s going to be” she stated matter-of-factly. Two more snaps, and her hands were covered in white rubber once again.

“This is going to feel a little uncomfortable. Please, try to relax…” she whispered, almost sounding like she actually cared whether he was uncomfortable or not. Picking up a small tube of KY Jelly from underneath the chair, she uncapped it, tossed the cap away, and squirted nearly the whole tube into the palm of her hand. With absolutely no warning, she pressed the palm of her hand against John’s rear, and if he wasn’t strapped down to the chair, he’d have jumped out of his skin! The woman stifled a giggle at the reaction, before gently, but firmly massaging the lubricant around his anus and perineum, making sure to leave her other hand free for what was to come.

“I’m going to start with one finger” she said, holding up her index finger to enunciate the point, bringing it down onto his scrotum, and then slowly dragging it down to rest gently on his sphincter. “Deep breath, and…”John instinctively clenched at the sudden, unrelenting intruder, slipping inside up to the knuckle, her free, lube coated hand resting on his balls while she felt around inside him. Within a few seconds, John felt a strange tingling pressure as her finger pressed gently against his prostate, making agonisingly slow rubbing motions over it and causing him to buck in the chair a little. “Your prostate seems healthy. That’s good… I’ll have my assistant take some samples after we’re done here” she said clinically before withdrawing her finger.

Holding her finger up to the light, she mocked a gasp! “Your prostate may be healthy, but you are absolutely filthy down there!”. John tried to see what she was looking at, but he couldn’t. Her finger was clean, a little shiny due to the lubricant, but nonetheless clean! “I’m going to have to give you an enema, right away. I won’t accept my assistant taking a sample from a filthy patient”.

Just like that, she turned, walked away, and almost disappeared entirely from sight. John could still hear her removing her gloves and throwing them into a bin before pulling on another pair. He also heard the rattling of a tall IV stand being wheeled closer and closer to the chair. What John saw was something not too dissimilar to a bright red hot water bottle, except this one had a long, clear rubber tube attached to the bottom. Attached to the tube was a long, double balloon enema nozzle. The bag was bulging with what John could only assume was water.

“I think you’ve got enough lubrication on you for me to put this inside of you,” said the nurse, holding the nozzle in both hands. “But, since you’ve been such a good little patient, I’m going to use what lube I have left”. She picked up the small tube of KY jelly once again, and squeezed out the last of it over the tip of the nozzle, smearing it around, and over the first balloon. She aligned the nozzle in front of John’s rear and instructed “Nice deep breath. In…”, she took a breath in to guide John, and then guided the nozzle slowly into him.

The first part of the nozzle wasn’t so different to the nurse’s finger, although once it reached the first balloon, John felt his sphincter stretching to accommodate it. It hurt a little, but nowhere near as much as it would have done, had the nozzle not been thoroughly lubed up. The nurse grasped a pump next to the nozzle and squeezed it, inflating both balloons. John squirmed in the chair at the sudden pressure, but when the balloons were fully inflated, it actually felt rather comfortable. With a flick of a valve, the water inside the bag slowly began to drain into him. “Now, let that clean you out. If you start to cramp, take a couple of deep breaths, it’ll soon subside” she explained, appearing to take a more calming attitude, compared to the strict school-mistress approach she took before. John took a deep breath as best he could, trying to relax, only for his attempt to be interrupted by a knock at the door behind the chair.

“Uhm… Nurse Carol? Could I have a word with you outside for a moment?” a much younger voice called from behind him. John couldn’t tell who was talking, but she sounded nervous. The woman who had been examining him, now apparently named Nurse Carol, looked over John’s head and nodded. “I’m going to have a little chat with my assistant. Meanwhile, you relax and let the enema work its way through you, okay?” she said, looking John in the eyes as she removed her gloves and tossed them aside. She left the room in a hurry, closing the door behind her, leaving John in the exam room with water slowly filling his bowels.

He could hear the two of them talking behind the door. Perhaps the room wasn’t as soundproof as he was told? He wouldn’t work out exactly what they were saying, but Nurse Carol’s assistant’s first words were clear as day: “Wrong guy!”. The conversation continued for just over a minute, quieting down to whispers for a further minute. By this time, the enema bag was empty, and John was left sat in the chair, his belly slightly distended from the water, waiting for somebody to come back and check on him. He didn’t need to wait for long, as Nurse Carol and her assistant came back into the room.

The surgical light was immediately switched off, and the overhead fluorescent lighting was switched back on, illuminating what looked like a regular exam room in a doctor’s office. Nurse Carol was no longer wearing her surgical mask, nor her cap, revealing her ashen blonde hair, still tied up in a bun. Her face was flushed, and she asked “Is your name Mark Rubin?”. She looked like she was hoping for something, only for her expression to resemble something akin to dread when John sounded a negative, “Ah-aah…”.

“Oh jeez… Oh god, I am so sorry! Angela, please unstrap him and take him to the bathroom, there’s a lot I need to explain, and also apologise for…” Nurse Carol instructed. Within a minute or two, the assistant, a slightly taller woman in pink scrubs, with raven black hair and green eyes, unstrapped John from the chair and helped him off. She un-ratcheted the gag from his mouth and led him away. The enema tube was still inserted, as well as attached to the bag, but the assistant, now named Angela, wheeled it along with him to the bathroom. Whatever questions he had came out garbled due to the aching in his jaw from having a gag inserted for so long.

After a half hour of discomfort on the toilet, and many, many apologies throughout from Angela, John was given a set of scrubs of his own, and led out of the exam room and into a side office. Inside the office, Nurse Carol sat, looking as if she was struggling to maintain her composure. What followed was an exceptionally uncomfortable apology, and an explanation as to what just occurred.

Apparently, John was caught up in a BDSM Kidnapping Roleplay gone wrong. The initial goal was to ‘kidnap’ the client, drag them into the facility, and perform a series of medical examinations and treatments on him, for an agreed-upon price. The problem arose when John was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and conveniently looked almost identical to the fuzzy photo the ‘kidnappers’ were given. It was only because John was uncircumcised that raised suspicion among the staff, and as soon as Angela received an angry call from the client, they realised their mistake.

“So, as you can tell, this was a monumental mistake, and we apologise in the most sincere terms. We beg you, please don’t go to the police with this, it would ruin us! Is there anything we can do to make amends? Anything at all!” Carol pleaded, her face flushed and eyes on the verge of watering.

John thought back to the way he was treated, the discomfort of being strapped in the chair, Carol’s chastisement over his personal hygiene, and the woefully uncomfortable exams he had been subjected to. Part of him wanted to go straight to the police, or to ask for some unreasonably large settlement. On the other hand, another part of him was sickeningly curious about where they were going with his exam. After half a minute of thinking and taking some small amount of delight in the discomfort on Carol’s face, John had reached his decision.

“I… Don’t suppose we could do this again sometime, could we?”