“Okay, stand up for me and we’ll finish up the front side.” The doctor watched me climb awkwardly off the table, penis pointing towards the ceiling.

Back on the carpet, I was asked to put my hands on my head and squat down. I did so as he watched and then walked behind me. “Again, squat down and up,” I heard from behind as he stood and watched my movements.

“You can put your hands at your side now,” he said as he squatted down and was eye level with my groin. He put his right hand on my left hip. Grabbing my scrotum again, he started to feel the cords on the right side of my sac. “There’s your epididymis,” he said as he palpated just above my right testicle then continued to follow my cords up to where they disappeared into my abdomen. Moving to the left side, he did the same thing, commenting on a scar I had from a previous surgery.

With no warning, he released my left testicle and firmly inserted his index finger into the left side of my scrotum, pushing with enough force to make me rise onto my tiptoes from the discomfort. “Turn your head away from me and cough,” he directed me. “And again,” he told me, as I felt his finger push even deeper. “Good, no hernias on the left,” he noted, before doing the same thing on the right side.

Releasing my sac, the doctor walked back to the tray and grabbed a pair of dark blue gloves.

“Okay, time to check your backside,” he told me, snapping on the pair of gloves. “Climb up here, one knee here, the other here,” he motioned to me, patting the corners of the table.

At this post, I am fully mortified. My erection is out in full force, and I know that things are only going to get more intense from here.

Sensing my reluctance, the doctor told me that everything would be just fine. I climbed up on onto the table on all fours and got my knees into position.

“Now just lay your chest on the table … great, now just relax ... this may be a little uncomfortable but shouldn’t hurt,” instructed the doctor. As I lowered my chest down, I felt conscious of how exposed I was, with my testicles hanging down for him to see, and then felt him inspecting between my cheeks with his gloved hands. He moved on to pressing on my taint and checking the back of my scrotum.

“Definitely a little pink on the backside too,” he noted as he released my scrotum and grabbed a swab from the tray. “Next is the anal pap swab: this will be a little scratchy,” he said chuckling as he inserted the swab into my hole. I felt the scratchy invader twist deep up in there. “Now a second one for HPV,” he said as I heard him unwrapping another package. “This one has to go in for 30 seconds, too.”

Swabs finished, I heard the squish of lubricant coming out of the tube. “Now I’ll check inside with my finger.”

I felt his wet finger at my hole. “Take a deep breath,” he said as I rested my head onto my folded arms. As I breathed in, he drove his lubed finger deep into my butt, and I felt him moving it all around before landing firmly on my prostate. “And there’s the left side of your prostate,” he said, applying very firm pressure to my gland.

“Ohhhh...yeah,” I managed to grunt out, as the intense sensations hit me.

“Does that hurt?” he asked as he continued pressing.

“Nnnnnooo, just intense,” I managed to get out.

“Good, it shouldn’t hurt. Deep breath...and that’s the right side of the prostate.” I could feel the dripping from my penis increase as he continued the intense exam and knew he could see it with my legs spread wide. The doctor told me to take another breath as he pressed even more firmly. I grunted as I felt a sudden urge to pee. “And that’s the middle.... feels a bit large for a guy your age, but I don’t feel any lumps or anything,” he said as I felt him withdraw his finger. I breathed a sigh.

“Just need to take a look inside with this scope,” he said as I looked over and saw him pick up the metal tube from the tray and coat it with lubricant. “It’s a bit bigger than my finger but shouldn’t hurt,” he said, as he got behind me. I felt a cold wetness at my hole and one hand on my left cheek. “Just relax,” he instructed, as I felt it slide up into my hole.

“Unghhh,” I quietly grunted, as I felt the scope enter far deeper and spreading me wider than his finger did.

“Does that hurt?” he asked as I felt him twist the scope all around until it finally seemed to be in all the way.

“No, just feels weird,” I replied as he slowly began to withdraw the scope, pausing periodically to continue his internal inspection.

“Only a small internal hemorrhoid, no warts or anything: that’s good,” he continued as he finally pulled out the scope. “Let me just clean you up,” he said as he grabbed tissues and wiped a dribble of lube off my butt. “You can get down and get dressed now,” he said as he stripped off his gloves. I dismounted the table, penis still pointing straight up, glistening. I noticed a silver dollar sized spot of fluid which had collected on the paper below me. I started to go get my underpants and he asked if I wanted a tissue.

I sheepishly wiped the head of my penis and tossed the tissue in the rubbish. The doctor washed his hands and sat down in his chair as I walked over to grab my briefs off the back of the door. “Everything seems normal. It’s great you came in,” he continued, watching me as I dressed. “I’ll call you in a few days when your lab results come back and we’ll talk more then.”

Finally, dressed, I washed my hands, grabbed my coat and bag, and headed out of the room as he followed behind me to the reception area. He wished me a good day as I stumbled out the front door in a daze, still reeling from what just happened.