In an effort to edit I managed to delete what I previously prepared. Here goes another attempt.

Ever since he could remember, Carl dreaded going for his physical exam. As a youth, he feared the inevitable necessity to be fully undressed, receive a rectal temperature and end his exam having to receive some required injection. Often these indignities took place in front of a parent. When he left for college, he vowed to avoid having mandatory examinations aside from those required for him to participate on the college crew team. On those rare occasions where his briefs were lowered, he managed to summon the courage to stand there, and do as told. Still, he felt so self conscious and convinced his penis was smaller in all aspects. If possible, he sought to avoid anything close to a “physical examination.”

Carl was rather shy in general. He dated, fooled around, and felt a bit more confident doing so. Yet, when it came time to be exposed in front of other males, he would become anxious. Even the locker room was unnerving as he marveled at those who pranced around naked with no caution. It was nevertheless an education seeing cut and uncut males of various sizes. He noticed others of smaller size. Yet most of them seemed confident and dealt with it easily.

As luck would have it, Carl got a job offer from a very prestigious company and was thrilled to get a great salary, other benefits, and an expense account. Maybe now, he could enjoy a new car, upgrade his clothing, and find a great place to live. He soon learned, however, that he would need to receive a medical examination from an employer required physician. He began to obsess about what this might mean and immediately flashed back to earlier years and hearing, “Carl, take off everything and lay on your stomach.” How is it possible that this directive has never left his mind? Now a grown adult, he feels like it’s about to happen all over again.

Truth be told, Carl has managed to so limit his exposure to doctors let alone exams that he has only had a DRE one time as he was preparing to attend college. Yet, he knew that exams were more involved from what he gathered from his classmates and team members such that he would just “smile,” and pretend that it was not a big deal. Clearly, he never let on how embarrassed and nervous the idea of a physical exam made him feel to anyone.

Carl’s first day of work was beyond wonderful. He was the only knew employee so there was no one to ask about the mandatory exam. That day, he received an email directing him to go to the doctor’s office for a 3 pm appointment. He immediately went to his supervisor and asked her if he could reschedule. She smiled while shaking her head, No, and telling him it’s required. “Is this a problem?” Talk about feeling on the spot, Carl said that he would just prefer another day since he had obligations later. Truth be told, his schedule after work was wide open. She said that he had to do this or there would be a need for further conversation. He did his best to accept the news while feeling his tummy tighten.

“Surely Carl, you have had a complete physical examination in the past?” He nodded affirmatively but she only knew the truth.

As the appointment time approached, he drove 15 minutes to the doctor’s building and reviewed the email identifying that he was to report to room 201. Upon entering the lobby of this old brick building, he saw an elevator and stairwell. He opted to take the stairs. Maybe it would help him calm down some. He then entered the long hallway and saw a listing of rooms, and noticed 201 was at the far end. He approached and then sighed heavily before opening the door into the exam suite. Once inside, he observed a horse shoe arrangement of chairs and men busily staring at their cell phones. Off to the right was a window with a young woman who checked him in and gave him forms to complete. He didn’t have the nerve to tell her why he was there but she remarked, “You’re here for a complete physical.” His mind flooded with what the heck she meant and immediate facial blushing. He went to the farthest chair and tried to hide, as if no one was watching, and completed his health history. Gawd it was very thorough complete with his exam history. He decided to make up some dates just so it might make things easier and avoid further explanation. While writing, he noticed that every so often a nurse would enter and call someone to come forward but the person never returned. This made him highly anxious only to eventually learn that there was a separate exit.

Time moved slowly before he heard, “Carl” and then paused to look up. “Gawd it can’t possibly be my turn now?” He stood up but his legs felt like they were in cement as he awkwardly moved forward. The male nurse was a tall man who merely motioned for Carl to follow him through another set of doors. Once inside the other door way, he saw an exam hall with rooms and two tables per room. He started to freak out but it all got real in seconds as he was led to a changing room. There he saw men undressing and having to put clothes into baskets. He felt weak, his knees buckled to some degree as he is directed, “Everything off, clothes go in the basket and step into the hall when ready.” Off to the side was a young attendant looking all too eager to receive his clothing.

Carl did as he was told but it was excruciatingly difficult to lower his bikini briefs and bare his body. He half heartedly asked about a gown, and was told, “You won’t require one,” and didn’t exactly find fault with this logic since his penis went into hiding. Standing there in his birthday suit, he made way to the hall and immediately covered his shriveled organ while surveying the other patients. Most seemed uneasy; many looking around catching glimpses of exams as no room had a curtain or door. Carl found a chair, sat on a chuck pad, and covered himself.

He tried to respect the privacy of others but it was impossible to avoid starring into another room. He saw more that he wished and realized there was no escape. He was shocked to see some men clutching their bellies and a nurse holding some sort of tail coming from their butts as the shuffled past. He had no clue but from the look of things these were not men feeling good. It made him squirm to notice and tingle at the same time. When he was finally called to go pee, Carl was a tad semi if that’s possible.

Upon entering the bathroom, Carl was directed to face the nurse, spread his legs wide, and place his hands on his hips. He did as directed and soon felt the nurse tug at his penis and position its head between his fingers. He gasped and was told not to move as the nurse wiped his penis and urethra. Next he was told to provide a sample as the nurse held his penis over a container. He struggled to comply by initially just a drip or two. Then he did produce a stream but felt totally humiliated. He managed to ask, “Is all this necessary?” The nurse smiled and said, “I can tell this is your first time. Best do as told.”

With that Carl was taken into the hallway and directed to get onto the scale to have his height and weight recorded. He did as told. His penis now shriveled and nestled in his dark pubic hair. He nearly passed out when ordered to face the others in the hall as he is on the scale. All he could imagine is how all of them noticed his penis and what was not taking place! He was then allowed to go sit and wait for an exam room to become available.

He had to wait some 20 minutes though it seemed like an eternity to him overhearing other patients complain, gasp, and groan. He saw some clearly having temps taken while others were being thoroughly probed. He felt his tummy tighten, his legs were shaking some just sitting there, and his heart pounding. He just wanted to leave. Then, as if a gun was sounded, he was told, “Carl this way.” He trembled when standing and followed the nurse down the hall to an exam room occupied by another male, older than Carl, who was having his rectum probed. Carl tried not to look but there is no avoiding what he saw. This poor guy standing there, his butt facing Carl, his legs shaking as the doc’s finger had disappeared into his bottom.

Carl got onto the table, his bp was taken and then he saw the digital probe being lubed, and he knew this is a nightmare. With that, he was told to turn onto his side, draw his leg up exposing his sack, and next felt a finger lube and then the full insertion of the digital probe. He tried not to clench but it was hopeless along with his gasping and groaning as the probe lodged deeply in his bottom. Memories of the past came flooding back along with a surprise erection! He was required to maintain the position once the probe was removed and given a rectal swab. It was deep and made him gasp and clench but came out dirty as well. He tried to cover up but was then told to lay on his back with his hands behind his head. He hesitated and was told, “This is an exam,” and obeyed. With that the nurse proceeded to hold his erect penis and conducted a urethral swab which shrank his penis to next to nothing! He groaned and begged for him to remove the swab from his penis. When done, he immediately clenched his penis trying to squeeze away that horrible sting.

For the first time, the nurse showed some compassion, “Ya, no one likes that,” and proceeded to allow him to regain his composure as Carl tried to sit up only to be cautioned, “Not yet pal.” With that an enema bag was positioned along with an impossible nozzle. Carl began to shake at the thought of what this implied. The nurse then delivered the bad news, “You need to have this for your anal examination.” For Carl, anal and examination were never used in the same sentence! He turned pale and soon was on his side with his legs pulled up to “make it easier,” as the nurse lubed him and then inserted a nozzle that he soon learned inflated. He gasped and clearly was not very quiet while receiving the nozzle and likely having said a few choice words. Carl had never had an enema so the sensation of all that solution going into him was foreign and most unwelcomed and then the cramps began. It was awful as he felt so helpless begging for it to “STOP.” Eventually, he was helped to stand and waddle with his dangling tail to the bathroom. He had no concerns about his shriveled penis while trying to put one foot in front of another and was equally oblivious to anyone starring at him go by.

Mercifully, he reached the bathroom and the nurse helped remove his nozzle allowing him to finally sit down and relieve himself. Never had sitting on the thrown felt like such a blessing. When done, he was escorted back to an exam room where upon he was informed of receiving a complete exam. His mind now flooded with what had just been done to him seemed unable to process more information.

In comes the doctor, an older man, hardly someone with a good bedside manner quickly starts with the basics of eyes, nose, throat, and reflexes. Before long, I am standing and he is inspecting my penis and also requiring a visual of my anus being puckered and pulsed. I do as told and struggle to some degree as he does a hernia exam. It’s unpleasant for sure. I just tell myself, “No one cares,” but realizing others see plenty. Then he has me face away and touched the floor where upon he spreads my cheeks and takes another look. I figure well maybe this is it and feel a tad more relaxed until I am leaning onto the table, legs wide apart, and his finger is deep inside me causing me to gasp and shake as he conducts his “rectal examination.” It is embarrassing but my penis reacts to the pressure and throbs some. I anticipate it’s only a momentary reaction until he withdraws his finger and has me get up onto the table, lying on my back, with my legs drawn froggy style. My penis is continuing to react nearly L shaped as he now examines it more closely feeling the shaft and the head.

He proceeds to cup my sack and then rotate each testicle with gentle pressure. I squirm as this is becoming too intense and he asks if I have any erection issues. I can barely talk and manage to mumble “NO” as a finger presses into my anus and rectum. He announces that he has to examine my prostate more thoroughly. I am throbbing as he continues to feel my testicles and then I am leaking as his finger finds its mark. He mentions that this often causes young men ejaculate as the pressure surely builds to where my hips are moving and I am breathing faster. His finger is doing its job while I try to avoid the inevitable. Then the nurse gently helps hold my shaft telling me, “It’s okay” while the doc pushes in a second finger causing me to feel electrocuted, breathe faster and legs tighten, and have a spasm with an intense ejaculation while he milked me till I was done. I may have blacked out during the orgasm as I continued to throb even when he removed his fingers.

I was permitted to sit up, wipe off to some degree, and then required to get up onto my knees, head down, and legs wide apart for the “anal exam.” No longer erect, I was now my usual soft size becoming smaller when I saw what the doctor was going to insert into my anus. It looked like a pliers and was told it was an anal speculum. Who knew, soon I would, and with that I felt my rosebud being pried open. Gasping would be an understatement. I am sure I reached an octave known only to dogs as this procedure was completed. When done, I turned and sat there with the most astonished look and a penis that was shriveled and hiding.

The doctor left, telling me all seemed normal, and with that I hoped to get up as well. The nurse, however, gave me a rectal suppository to combat any tummy distress from the enema and then two shots, Gamma Globulin and a Tetanus, both in my butt; one in each cheek. They hurt and clearly brought on some tears.

He returned to the dressing room; his body unsure of what he had just been subjected to and feeling gooey and sore. He managed to avoid all eye contact, dress, and leave through the exit into the hallway so as to not see patients in the reception area. He wondered how much would be shared with his employer? Gawd would the supervisor learn of all that had been done? Well, upon his return the next day, the supervisor smiled and said, “Carl, I see that you got your exam. I am sure it wasn’t so bad.” Carl noticed she was holding a file marked, “Carl Speasmaker’s Exam” and with that he blushed incredibly such that the secretary asked, “Are you feeling okay?” He mumbled that he suddenly felt all warm and excused himself to the nearby private restroom where upon, he relieved the pressure from his mounting erection. Later that night, he repeated things and suddenly found himself embracing a medical exam and thinking about the next time.