“What the hell is going on? I’m not gay”, I shouted. Amy started to chuckle and said, “Nobody thinks you’re gay”. I retorted, “Oh yeah! Then why is there a naked man sitting in front of me!” She smiled and seemed to be confused about my outburst. When I was back in college, many times, I was mistaken to be a homosexual. It wasn’t for anything I did or said. Rather, it was for what I didn’t do. Because I was working to get through school, I didn’t have the time to try to screw everything that wore a skirt.

As Amy stood on the other side of the screen, she told me to get undressed and she would try to explain what was happening once I gave her my clothes. Although some men would have just walked out the door, I knew better since Monica was still mad. In fact, I never saw her get this angry before in our entire relationship. After weighing all of the options in my mind, I slowly got undressed and handed Amy my clothes. Amy said, “Good. Now let’s all go back into the living room and I will explain what is happening.” I told Amy that there was no way I was going back to the living room while being naked since Stephanie was sitting in there. “No problem. I’ll just tell Monica that you could care less about your relationship with her and that you would rather dump her than have a physical”, Amy said. I was stunned at her response since I had no idea what she was talking about. After a very short mental calculation, I responded in a pleading tone, “No. No. No. I’ll go back with you.”

The three of us left the exam room and walked across the courtyard. Amy opened the living room door and the naked man, who also had no pubic hair and was sporting an erection, entered first. As he entered the room, the man’s penis bounced back and forth as he walked. Monica took immediate notice and stared at the man as he walked towards the sofa. Interestingly, Stephanie didn’t even bother to recognize his presence.

Now, it was my turn to enter the room. As I walked towards the sofa, my hands were covering my genitals. I was so embarrassed that I bet my face was as red as a stop sign. Monica took her eyes off of the other man and began to stare at me. Stephanie, unlike before, seemed to take great interest in my agony as I walked across the room.

Amy was the last one in and she shut the door behind her. She instructed both of us to sit down on the vinyl chairs which were directly in front of the sofa. I was amazed that the man seemed to be so at ease as to what was happening while I was still trying to keep my genitals covered. As Amy sat on the sofa next to Stephanie, I was trying to mentally depict the scene. Just the thought of two naked men sitting in front of three fully clothed women would be considered bizarre at best.

After getting comfortable, Amy said, “Mike, you seem to be a nice guy and you deserve an explanation as to what is going on. I want to apologize in advance if you think that I deceived you. However, I only wanted to help you with your relationship with Monica.” At that time, I still had no idea what Amy was talking about.

Amy leaned forward and said, “Ever since I was a teenager, I liked to engage in medical play and that probably led me to my medical career. In addition to working at the clinic, I provide medical services to Florida’s BDSM community. The services which I provide can range from conducting simple medical exams to treating those individuals who received injuries while living out their sexual fantasies. I also give lectures and demonstrations to various BDSM groups on such topics as how chastity, urethral play, and enema administration affect the body.”

Before she continued, she took a sip from her glass of wine. “I know that you are trying to make sense as to why you are sitting in front of all of us naked with another naked man sitting next to you. Hopefully, as I introduce each person and why they are here, you can successfully come to a positive conclusion.”

Amy turned and looked at Stephanie and said, “Stephanie comes from the Jacksonville area. She was a college professor who quit her job when she discovered that she could make more money as a professional dominatrix. Stephanie, who is known as Mistress Stephanie, specializes in anal training. She uses such techniques as strap-on play, fisting, and punishment enemas to gain obedience from her subs. Because of the intensity level of her methods, she requires her subs to submit to a semi-annual examination to ensure that they are healthy and have not experienced any injuries. John, who is the man sitting next to you, is here because Stephanie is his mistress and it’s time for his semi-annual physical examination,”

As Amy looked toward Monica, Monica blurted, “Mike, I love you and someday I want to be your wife. But, I’m tired of having sex in the missionary position with the lights turned off. I don’t know if I will be able to commit to a lifetime of vanilla sex. I have told Amy about my frustration many times when we have lunch. When you came home and announced you needed a physical exam, I thought that this would be an ideal opportunity to get you to expand your sexual horizons. Amy assured me that she would be more than willing to help us since she and her husband divorced over his refusal to accept her medical fetishism.”

At that point, the proverbial light bulb finally turned on in my brain. Amy’s earlier comments about our relationship now made sense. However, I began to wonder how much Monica told Amy about our sex life. Did Amy know about my hair-triggered penis every time Monica and I had intercourse?

When Monica was done, Amy turned to face me again and said, “Mike, you need to make a choice. Either you can continue down the path towards sexual liberation or you can refuse, get dressed and walk out the door. If you decide to stay, you will receive the same examination that Stephanie requires for her subs. Unfortunately, I will not give you any details on what that exam entails. I don’t want anything to influence your choice. No matter what you decide, I will complete the required insurance forms since the information they requested is so basic that any person who draws a breath could pass their exam. The choice is up to you.”

My mind was suffering from an “information overload”. If I decided to leave, my relationship with Monica would have been over. If I decided to stay, I had no idea what events awaited me. As I was trying to come to a decision, my eyes scanned the room and immediately stopped when I spotted Stephanie. She was looking straight at me like a cat looks at a mouse before it eats it. I am ashamed to admit it, but that “look” made up my mind. I decided to stay not because of my relationship with Monica; but, rather for what my relationship might be with Stephanie.

After announcing my decision, Amy stated that I needed to sign a consent form for her to perform the examination. As she handed me the form and a pen, I accidentally exposed myself by removing my hands from my genitals. To my surprise, the previous conversation must have made my hormones flow since I had an erection, which was witnessed by everyone in the room. After scanning the document, I signed it and handed it to Monica so that she could sign it as a witness. After Monica handed the completed document back to Amy, Stephanie turned to Monica and said, “See Honey, every man wants to explore his wild side. Some just need a little more encouragement than others.” The three ladies toasted each other while John and I just sat and watched.

Amy left the room carrying the completed consent form. She shortly returned and instead of sitting down, she stood next to the sofa. Like a lecturer in front of a class, Amy said, “The assessment portion of your exam will be is similar to what any man endures during a traditional physical. You can expect to be poked and prodded in the usual places. Additionally, I will expect you to give me a urine and semen sample. I will also examine the lower portion of your intestinal tract using a flexible sigmoidoscope. If I find any abnormalities, I will immediately arrange for you to have additional diagnostic testing, such as a barium enema or colonoscopy, at the clinic where I work.”

She looked at her watch and said, “It is way past eight and I require all my patients to have at least two large volume enemas before they are scoped. Why don’t we start tomorrow at 9 o’clock? That way will have plenty of time to get everything accomplished and still be done sometime in the late afternoon. Instead of just wasting the remainder of the evening, we might as well start some of your prep work.”

I didn’t know what to say since I was thrown another curveball. I just sat there with my hands again covering my genitals trying to contain my erection. I was fretful that John and I would be examined together. Fortunately for me, Amy was able to read my mind and said that my exam will be conducted in private. At least for me, that was a huge relief.

She walked towards the living room door and opened it. She told John to go back to the exam room since she wanted to start his prep. As he got up to leave with his erection leading the way, Stephanie turned to Monica and said in her southern trawl, “Sweetheart. You’re about to learn that the way to a man’s heart is through his asshole.”

After Amy and John left, I just sat there with my hands still across my genitals while the two ladies talked about a host of women's topics. Although I was extremely self-conscious about my nudity, my penis was as hard as a rock. After about thirty minutes, I heard the living room door open and both John and Amy walked into the room. When I looked at John, I got the second shock of my life. John was standing there with a plastic chastity device on his penis and the expression on his face was one of physical discomfort. As John sat down, Monica’s eyes went directly to his caged penis and remained riveted to it.

When Amy announced it was my turn, I dreaded the thought of what was waiting for me. I slowly walked, like a condemned prisoner, towards the living room door. I tried to conceal my erection as I walked but it was to no avail. As I got to the doorway, I heard Stephanie say that I had a ‘cute butt’. After hearing Amy close the living room door, I realized that the decision to stay is now forcing me to walk toward the trap. I wondered if I made a mistake.