I have used the local health stop clinic for my sick visits and cursory physicals. It is more like a drive through than anything else. Dr. Danley is just an easy physician, a male, who takes one’s word and pronounces you fit in a blink. No major undressing; no genital exam; no prostate evaluation. So when I was ordered to obtain a physical for my new life insurance policy, I opted to visit Dr. Danley and be done with this silly requirement.

On the day scheduled, I arrived and checked as usual and noticed that the waiting room was full but things moved along. I learned that one’s visit is usually met with a half an hour delay from the scheduled time. I sipped my tea and waited hardly noticing any of the others arriving or leaving. Normally, I would be transfixed but why be all that concerned? I had seen Danley 5 times and left reassured without having to be embarrassed.

The clinic’s exam area contained 4 exam cubicles on each side of an island such that privacy was a tad limited due to the cotton curtains and cardboard like walls that made up each exam space. Only a table, chair and some shelving occupied each one. It was common to hear a nurse or doctor give orders but rarely met with a protest. True my visits were usually on a Wednesday morning. Today was Monday and it seemed to be reserved for more specific exams which became apparent to me when I was taken back to my cubicle.

For the first time, I began to feel somewhat anxious as I past cubicles and caught glimpses of individuals in short paper gowns. I immediately felt my heart race and soon I heard, “Okay, undress. I will be back to take your vitals.” I must have blushed as she tossed the gown on the table and didn’t much observe how she looked or even guess at her age. I opted to retain my briefs. “Why on earth would I need to remove them for this exam?” Still, I felt a chill as I put on the gown and sat there legs dangling waiting and waiting. Nurse Andrea returned. Now I paid more attention as she first took my BP and held my arm as she attached the cuff. She looked to be in her 40’s; not anyone I had met in the past. I sat there as she pumped the cuff and recorded my BP. She giggled something like, “Don’t be so nervous.”

Next she had me go into the hall and get onto the scale. She said nothing about my briefs staying on and recorded my height and weight. She returned me to the cubicle and advised me to approach the end of the table and lean onto it with my chest and spread my legs. I gasped, “Oh why,” but as I did she had the gown spread wide and without warning yanked my briefs down to my ankles. “We won’t need these anymore.” She made me spread my legs open and then lubed my rosebud telling me “Just relax” and inserted a long glass thermometer. “This will take a few minutes,” and twisted it in fully causing me to gasp, and then moan, as it started to make me throb. I begged, “Please noooo nnooooo.” She patted my tush telling me, “It’s going to take time.” Her admonishment did little to calm me or make the throbbing subside as she twisted it more and squeezed my cheeks together.

As much as I tried, the inevitable began as I started to develop an erection pushing out against my gown. I could feel myself getting stronger and trying desperately to tell my penis to “Stop.” She held the thermometer firmly despite my wiggling and gasping clearly aware that I was getting erect. I lost track of time and my surroundings as I gasped louder and surely others overheard. She commented, “Don’t worry, it happens to everyone.” I lamented, “It’s so embarrassing nurse. Please ….

She giggled, “This won’t make you ejaculate. You’re not 15 anymore.” With that she twisted and slowly removed it causing my anus to make a popping sound. I helplessly attempted to retrieve my briefs only to feel her hand swatting my bare bottom. “NO.”

With that, she led me down the hall for an uneventful chest x-ray. While doing so I lost my erection which gave me some piece of mind. Upon returning to the exam cubicle, Dr. Danley popped in to say “Hello,” but left as a female intern entered. My mood immediately shifted to that of extreme worry about how much of me she was intending to see and touch. She was very thorough; took her time; and maximized my helpless state by having me lower and then remove the gown. The later came when she began to examine my genitals after having finished her abdominal exam. I was soft until she began to feel my shaft and then spread my meatus. I tried to stay calm but soon her hand was cupping my sack causing my penis to pulse and pulse. “Don’t worry. It’s only a minute or two,” which did little to reduce my developing erection. When she let go, I was a full letter L. I desperately tried to cover up when told, “Bring your legs up to your chest,” thereby exposing my rosebud. Without warning, her middle finger pressed into me and began rotating violently. I shook while involuntarily squeezing her finger and throbbing.

Upon removing her finger, she instructed me to stand and face her. I reluctantly begged for time and to please not expose me as I was very erect and now dripping. She showed no mercy. In fact, the nurse untied the gown and dropped it leaving me naked in front of the doctor and any onlookers. She did a testicle exam followed by a hernia check. I gasped and groaned leaking more. The nurse sensing my predicament wiped my penis head, smirking, “Looks like he is very sensitive.”

The doctor expressed a brief moment of compassion stating, “It’s quite normal. Let’s see how your prostate exam goes.” I leaned over onto my elbows as she spread me and introduced her middle finger deep into me. I groaned, moaned and then screeched as she felt my prostate while the nurse managed to expose my penis. “Oh gawd please……..please……..” to no avail as she pressed while rotated my testicles causing me to shiver only to helplessly ejaculate into the cleverly held container. It felt like forever as I spurted and groaned. When done, the nurse wiped me and ordered me onto the table head down on my knees.

I obeyed and was still dripping onto the paper as I spread wide. She inserted a Fleet enema squeezing warm solution five times into my rectum. Its warmth betrayed its ultimate impact as I began to cramp, shake, and feel like I was about to explode from the pressure. I never knew voiding could be so relieving! Upon my return, I had shriveled with no sign of resuming normal penis status as I got back onto the table and assumed the hands and knees position. The doctor then gave me my first anuscope exam. I begged her to tell me, “What are you going to do with that?” only to find it pressing into my rosebud and passage. I may have seen stars as I felt my eyes roll into my head. I gasped and weakly mumbled, “Gawd nooooooo.” Before I could finish, she was done and it slipped out but felt like it had never left as I tried to sit up and regain my composure.

With that the exam was nearly done, though I had to stand there naked. I felt completely unable to argue and when the nurse inserted a suppository up my bottom. I was pronounced fit but admonished for failing to routinely schedule “Full exams,” and ordered to do in another 6 months. Standing there naked, I gasped, “Okay.” The nurse smirked a fake smile, “It’s never good to skip exams because there is always a next time!” I clenched stood there feeling humiliated for having tried.