The receptionist on the phone was happy to book Mose an appointment with Dr. Preston. Mose hadn't been to Preston's practice in a few years, not since before he'd met his sub Ted. But Ted had been a handful lately, and Mose knew it was time to introduce him to an old friend.

Ted sat on the crinkly paper, swinging his legs, and continued the same refrain Mose had been hearing all morning:

"Sir, I don't need the doctor. I don't want the doctor."

Mose raised an eyebrow at Ted's protest.

"Now, Ted, it's just a little checkup. You've gotten much too comfortable whining and backtalking me lately. And since you've been such a brat, you're going to see the doctor. And you're going to be a good little patient for him, aren't you?"

Ted squirmed, his face reddening. He hated when Mose used that tone of voice on him.

Dr. Preston entered the room, a smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, Mose. How've you been?" He gave Mose a firm handshake.

"Well, Doc, and you?"

"Same as always. And who do we have here?"

Mose smirked. "This is Ted. He's been acting up quite a bit lately. I thought it might be best to get him checked out."

Dr. Preston nodded as he looked Ted up and down. He was in his forties, same as the two of them, maybe a bit overweight but generally looked healthy. And in this moment, he was clearly trembling with nerves.

Preston nodded in approval. "Bringing him in was a wise decision. We'll get to the bottom of things, in more ways than one. It's important for subs to undergo routine screenings for any health problems that might lead to bad behavior, but I find also that the exam itself can be a behavioral correction. Strip him, please."

The doctor turned his back to them to wash his hands at the sink, while Mose grabbed Ted's wrist and guided him roughly off the table. He unzipped the fly of Ted's trousers, pushing them and his briefs down to his ankles in one swift motion. Ted's face only turned redder.

"Just a few questions for you before we get started," the doctor said to Mose. "Has he had a submissive checkup before?"

As he spoke, Preston approached the exam table and gestured with his hand that Ted should climb back up.

"No, this is his first time seeing a play doctor," Mose replied, his voice calm but authoritative.

"Good."

While they discussed him as if he wasn't there, Ted climbed up on the table onto his back. He lay his hands in front of his exposed genitals, but the doctor simply lifted each hand and set it down at his side, a silent instruction to keep them there.

"I'll need a urine sample today. Will he be ready to produce one?"

Mose laughed. "Emotionally or physically? He hasn't gone in a few hours, like your instructions said."

Ted squirmed as he felt an involuntary pang in his bladder. Oh, he hated this so much already.

While Dr. Preston took his vitals, Ted tried to keep his heart rate under control, knowing the doctor could probably see and hear the physical proof of his anxiety. Preston took his blood pressure and listened to his heart, lungs, and bowels with a stethoscope. Then he placed a thermometer under Ted's tongue.

"Do you recommend taking oral temps?" Mose asked, sounding a bit surprised.

"For now," said the doctor. "We might need another reading later, but for new patients, I try to ease them into things. Why do you ask? Do you take his rectal temp at home?"

"Oh, yes," Mose said, his voice casual. "But we don't like that very much, do we Ted?"

Ted whined.

Preston rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if he's already familiar with the procedure, it is a more accurate route. Like I said, we might need another reading later." Ted's heart sank.

When it was time, he removed the thermometer from Ted's mouth.

"His temperature is normal," Preston reported. "Now, I'm going to need a sample of Ted's urine. You wrote on his forms that he's been rather... difficult about that in the past."

Mose nodded, patting Ted's thigh. "That's right. We're a bit shy, aren't we?"

Ted interrupted them, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the table. "I could go, um, in the bathroom. If you let me take the--the cup,"

Mose gave him a withering look. "No, Ted. You're going to do it here, in front of the doctor. That way, he can see how well you follow instructions. Now, please, don't make a mess."

"I can't,"

"You're going to try," Mose said sternly. "Do you feel the urge in your bladder?"

Ted shook his head no.

"I'm having a hard time believing you," said Mose.

Preston hummed. "I see what you mean, Mose. A lot of subs respond to embarrassment with defiance. It gives them the illusion of control. But Ted's not in control, you are. And he's going to pee for you." Preston handed the specimen cup over to Mose.

Ted's face flushed even more.

"Alright, Ted. Let's get this over with," Mose said, his voice stern. "Come here."

Ted walked slowly towards him, his steps feeling heavy and sluggish. He couldn't believe he was about to do this in front of them.

"Stand with your legs wider," Mose ordered, tapping Ted's inner thighs to demonstrate. He sat down on a rolling stool so that he was eye-to-eye with Ted's crotch.

Ted obeyed, his heart racing. He tried to focus on anything but the growing pressure in his bladder. "Now, Ted," Mose said, his voice calm but commanding. "You're going to urinate into this cup while I hold it under you. Do you understand?"

"Why do you have to watch?" Ted whined.

Mose gave him a stern look. "Because the doctor said so. And because submitting to us means putting your trust in us, giving up your control over your body while we play. The doctor is here to assess how well you're able to do that. And if you can't, he's going to help me teach you."

Ted nodded, his throat feeling tight, knowing that whatever that 'lesson' would be, he was better off avoiding it. He took a deep breath and tried to relax his bladder muscles, but it was no use.

"I'm trying," he whispered.

He felt a sudden rush of heat and wetness as he started to pee, a weak stream of urine trickling out. Mose moved the cup to catch it.

The cup was only a quarter of the way filled when the stream dribbled to a halt. Ted was near tears with the embarrassment. He thought about Mose feeling the warmth growing in the cup as he held it. He thought about the doctor, practically a stranger, watching him cry over a simple bodily function.

Preston was scribbling furiously on his clipboard. Mose looked at the amber contents of the cup, frowning as he handed it over.

Preston nodded. "A bit dark in color, perhaps hydration is an issue. Possibly he's been limiting his own fluids since you told him he was going to have this procedure done today. And we'd obviously like to see him fill up the whole cup, as well."

The doctor sealed the sample and set it on a cart outside the room for analysis. He finished updating his notes, then said. "Well, Ted's shy bladder is clearly an issue that needs addressing, but I think we should proceed."

Ted whimpered.

Preston chuckled. "Oh, Ted, you've only just begun. Now, let's get started with the physical exam."

Mose nodded in agreement. "Go ahead, Doc. He's all yours."