And so it was at that point, that I heard the extraordinarily unwelcome sound of the Exam Room door opening and closing followed almost immediately by the even more unwelcome voice of Karen the Receptionist commenting on what she saw before her.

“Well, well if I’d known that the View would be this interesting I’d definitely have been in here earlier!" This was followed by low throaty chuckling, and then the further comment that "evidently you're enjoying yourself every bit as much as I am."

I could only assume by that remark that she had moved into a position from which she could tell that I was sporting a major hard-on; which of course, only made the situation even more embarrassing than before.

There was little doubt in my mind, that Karen would have said something else but Christina cut her off by saying: "I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity not only to teach you to watch your mouth in the future, particularly when dealing with Female Medical Professionals but also to allow you to apologize to Karen for what you said earlier.”

I realized of course that I had essentially brought all this on myself, but before I could even begin to formulate a coherent apology, I heard Christina ask Karen to hand her some surgilube.

So as I was trying to think about how to deliver the aforementioned apology I felt Christina slather some lubricant on my Anus and I then heard her tell me to relax (yeah right) and try to push back against her finger as that would make it easier for both of us.

It wasn’t long before the tip of her index finger was inside me, and she then proceeded to completely deflower my bottom as I felt her rotate her finger for the first of what seemed like 100 times.

Furthermore, it seemed to me that she only went about a millimeter deeper with each rotation.

I tried my absolute best, but it seemed I couldn’t help softly grunting with almost every twist and move forward. It occurred to me that “yeah THAT sounds dignified” but it just didn’t matter, she’d move that finger, and I’d involuntarily respond by grunting and in other embarrassing ways as well.

For every seemingly minuscule bit of progress, she made as her finger proceeded farther and farther into my previously unexplored rear end it seemed like a different thought ran through my head, the one on my shoulders that is to say.

(The "head" rudely jutting out oh so rigidly from between my legs had its own concerns at that point and not making this exquisitely embarrassing situation even worse, unfortunately, wasn’t one of them).

Thoughts began to race through my mind, some came around only once while others were on a loop, these thoughts included but were not limited to: “how am I going to word my apology, what was the point in my saying anything at all to the Receptionist, this is your own fault for just assuming Chris was a guy, [and last, but certainly not least] oh no I’m getting even Harder!”

Interspersed with all these thoughts, not to mention soft grunts, were Christina’s directions to “try to hold still” and “just relax you’re making this a lot rougher on yourself than it has to be.” I also kept thinking (for whatever reason) that I needed to stop moving because every time I did it just made my Ball-Sac bounce a bit or sway yet again.

However, every time she’d twist and push with that probing finger, I’d flinch a bit, jerk slightly, or otherwise move causing my Scrotum (not to mention my now rock-hard Penis) to bounce and sway yet again.

I could practically feel the smirks on the faces of both of the ladies standing behind me, and really, why would they not be amused while watching me blush and squirm as my Cock and Balls bounced and swayed while Christina’s finger proceeded ever deeper into my lubed-up butt.

(Really though, it was almost like a dance, or perhaps a concert with her as the Conductor: “one and two and Finger TWIST, and three and four and Finger Push and five and six and make him SQUIRM, and his Genitals SWAY. Nice and Bouncy inside that Sac for me Boys, Penis you just stay really HARD okay? That’s it, good job all of you.”)

Eventually, though, she finally made solid contact with my Prostate Gland and even though I didn’t want to, I let her know that she’d hit it as I let out a significantly louder, if lower pitched grunt and involuntarily clenched every last muscle in my butt as tightly as I could.

If my Penis was as hard as a rock before, it was as hard as steel now. Of course, I also lowered my bottom a good bit and raised my head as well which most definitely caused my Scrotum to swing forward and back very noticeably, but that was suddenly not a major concern anymore, imagine that.

After telling me that I needed to “get back in position” and “relax and let her finish this part of the exam” she was slow and methodical with that as well, making sure to get a good feel of as much of my Prostates surface as was anatomically possible.

Meanwhile, my Penis was as long, thick, and stiff as it was capable of getting, almost as if it were trying to flee her invading digit. Not to mention the fact, that my face was so hot it seemed as if the Exam Table should be on fire, or just flat-out melting.

I have long wondered, how a relatively petite woman with proportional hands, suddenly had a finger that felt like an oversized crowbar but I’m sure that if my Prostate Gland could have spoken that it would’ve cursed my Penis for running from the battlefield leaving it to fight alone against the Monstrous “Finger Of Doom” on its Rampage Tour.

But as fate would have it, I was destined to be the reluctant recipient of an unwanted and completely unnecessary Rectal Exam being witnessed by a now openly laughing Receptionist.

Once she got her amusement somewhat under control, she apologized for being so “unprofessional” but then immediately pointed out that I still owed her an apology as well.

Just about the time, I started to apologize I actually whimpered a bit and felt something that I really didn’t welcome – something liquid – yes, liquid and leaking out of my Urethral Meatus and dripping, or perhaps I should say oozing onto the paper covered Exam Table; just one more thing to add to the “Embarrassment Extravaganza.”

Between grunts and whimpers, I did manage to stammer out a reasonable facsimile of an apology though while I was doing so, my brain was mostly occupied with another matter. Because during the time Christina was prodding and rubbing my Prostate (certainly no more than three or four Decades by my estimation with more leakage occurring throughout) I was no longer thinking many thoughts but simply one.

Although really, it wasn’t so much a thought as a Prayer that was something along the lines of: “Please God do Not let me Ejaculate all over this Exam Table while I’m completely naked and a fully clothed woman who I literally just met has her finger buried DEEP in my Asshole, and another fully clothed woman is both watching and giggling uncontrollably!”

At that moment, however, it didn’t even register that that wasn’t the best word choice for a prayer although it was, at the very least, an honest and sincere one.

In any event, in the interests of full disclosure, there was probably some low moaning mixed in with the grunting and whimpering as I began to feel like I was only about 10 or 15 seconds away from giving the facilities lab (or at least Christina’s Exam Table) a large, messy, and completely unscheduled Semen sample.