So there I was, blushing and face down with my ass up. Still butt-naked, horribly embarrassed, deeply penetrated, and praying not to ejaculate involuntarily: yup, it was another “First Time Highlight Reel Moment.”

A couple more “stabs” had me just imagining how it was going to feel when I started shooting off on the Exam Table, not to mention just how much worse the rest of my visit would be if I did. This realization sparked the second prayer.

“Please, make her take her finger out of my butt and let me get off of this table before I coat it with sperm!”

Apparently, my second attempt got through to a higher power as my prayer was answered when, with a final poke, and a few more twists she finally backed her finger out of me.

If I’d been thinking more clearly I might have asked her to see if she could find my sense of modesty anywhere. I imagine it was probably lying naked and crying in a ditch somewhere, wondering why its mommy hadn’t warned it about the Pretty Blond with the Giant index finger.

In retrospect (and in fairness to her clinical skills), I’m nearly certain that much, if not most of my discomfort during my Rectal Exam because I didn’t truly relax as I was instructed to; obviously she knew what she was talking about.

Also in retrospect, just as the majority of men won’t actually ejaculate per se from Prostate stimulation alone, I probably wouldn’t have either, but it certainly felt like I was about to.

And who knows, maybe I would have been one of the “lucky” ones that could have made a truly explosive mess, I’m just glad I didn’t have to find out for sure either way.

I was just beginning to calm down a little and start thinking about getting up when I heard Christina tell Karen to ask one of the Nurses to come in and help her with the rest of the exam. “Dear God,” I thought, “there’s more?”

As it turned out yes, their most certainly was more, and it started with Christina saying “no you need to stay in that position a little longer, I thought I felt something not quite right in there, and while it’s probably nothing I can’t sign off on your form in good conscience without making sure that everything looks okay.

By this time, I think I might well have signed over the title to my car if it would have allowed me to go back in time to make a different exam appointment with a (much) less thorough Provider, preferably an old country doctor type who was about three days older than God. Such an event was not to be, however.

Furthermore, I still had the kind of absolutely full (and seemingly indestructible) Erection that Nature normally reserves for 18-year-olds experiencing their very first legal lap dance. Karen finally smiled, and before leaving said that she'd see me outside.

A little more time passed, with me overhearing snippets of conversation between Christina and the Nurse that had just walked in (who also got an extremely good look at my naked and blushing form) and what I heard was basically Christina telling her that no, an Anoscope wouldn’t allow for a deep enough inspection, that they would have to use a Proctoscope instead.

The Nurse whispered something to Christina who then said; with just a hint of what I later realized was sympathy in her voice, “I’m going to inspect you internally with something known as a Proctoscope. The only one we have available right now is an older model that’s slightly longer and considerably bigger around than the new standard models, but it’s the only thing we have sterile that will allow me to see deeply enough into your bottom to make sure that there aren’t any hidden problems down there.”

I foolishly thought that it couldn’t be all that much worse than her finger...how little I knew.

I soon learned, however just how wrong I was to compare her finger to a Crowbar when, after telling me again to relax I felt a pair of hands on my buttocks that didn’t belong to Christina (the Nurse was assisting by keeping me spread as widely as possible).

I didn’t understand what discomfort was until that point: I suppose the best way to describe the overall procedure is to say that it felt rather like what I’d always imagined giving birth feels like, only in reverse.

That monstrosity slowly but surely began to invade my butt (which I now VERY much appreciated being “lubed up”) sliding past the first outer ring of muscle and stretching my Anus to the edge of discomfort and near the borderline of actual pain. And yes, I grunted and groaned and squirmed like crazy with my Genitalia bouncing and swaying to an unprecedented degree though at that moment I didn’t much care, although crazily enough my Penis didn’t deflate in the slightest!

The only explanation(s) for my continued tumescence that I can come up with is that either I actually was somehow enjoying the situation on some level or (and to be honest this second possibility is the one that I’d prefer to be true) she gave me something mixed in with that laxative that would help ensure that if and when I got an Erection that I’d STAY hard for the duration of my exam.

Either way, she continued cramming that behemoth farther and farther up my asshole, as I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists just trying to endure my final penetration of the day.

After a millennium or so, Christina said “that’s far enough” and stopped pushing it any deeper; then she said that she needed to remove the middle section, (which I later learned was called an obturator) so that she could see in there. Ordinarily, the explanation of what she was doing might have actually calmed me a little, but since I felt like I had just been impaled not so much.

I’m not sure just how deep inside me the Proctoscope really was, but given the level of my discomfort, I fully expected it to come out my navel and speaking of “pregnancy” comparisons I was, by that point, panting just trying to endure the situation until she was satisfied that my Rectal Cherry had been sufficiently busted.

I assume that the Proctoscope had a light source attached because she looked inside me for what seemed like a short infinity before she finally, and mercifully said “everything looks fine after all” and then slowly removed that abomination from my backside.

“FINALLY”, I thought, and stood up only to look down towards my Penis fully expecting to find a very leaky situation, (if not a small Lake on the table given the sensations that I’d had earlier) but I’d finally gotten a bit of a break, for while my Glans (and my Shaft to a lesser extent) was very shiny indeed I hadn’t actually leaked a bucketful after all so that part could’ve certainly been much worse.

I was also aware, though only peripherally, that I was leaking a fair bit of lubricant out of my crack. It wasn’t all that much, but I still tried to clench my buttocks together to prevent any more escaping. I’m fairly certain I succeeded, even though my thoroughly stretched “escape hatch” felt like it was the size of a Subway Tunnel.

It didn’t dawn on me at the time that clinching my bottom like that only made my Erection even more prominent but oh well.

Nonetheless, to make an already horribly embarrassing situation even worse, I realized that there was no realistic way that I was going to get out of that Exam Room without her seeing precisely how much my Penis was “appreciating” the situation.

Even so, I was quite determined to try to preserve what little dignity remained to me: a fool’s errand if there ever was one as it turned out…