I lowered myself on the bed with a breath of relief. The travel was over and my day at the hospital was going to begin.

I’ve always been a medical fetish patient. More than a med. fet. fan, I’d would define myself as a “nursing enthusiast”. I do enjoy any kind of nursing procedure performed on me as a patient. I see this as a way to enjoy long, relaxing sessions without any kind of stress. You know… just having somebody taking care of you. I don’t know how this whole thing started. Lots of guys have had enemas in their youth, or their temperature taken rectally, and this event made them medical fetishists. In my case, I don’t know. I don’t know how it happened and I don’t why… I just know I am made this way and I enjoy it A LOT.

After the beginning of the Internet era, I found out there are lots of people just like me, and many places to fulfill the need of this people. So after a couple of false starts, I begun to visit fetish clinics all around the world, in Europe and in the USA. Since I travel a lot for my work, this was quite easy. Now, after about ten years of this, I consider myself a well- trained nursing patient, and most of the fear and nervousness of the first appointments is now gone.

Today, I was in Belgium, in the city of Antwerpen. During one of my escapades on the net I found this incredible place called “Operating Room Role-play”, O.R.R. for short. These guys had an incredibly realistic looking O.R. and lots of medical fetish personnel. I’ve put their link at the end of this story, so if you like to see what this is all about, just take a look.

I called them immediately. As I said, I’m more into nursing stuff, and not surgical… but the place was so incredible that I thought “… they MUST have something for me”. And… boy, was I right!!

The staff member I talked with, whose name was Steve, was incredibly kind and cooperative. Believe me, this is a rarity. In most places, they won’t talk on the phone, and you end up knowing nothing about the place and the people… and you cannot find out if they’re the right guys for you. In Steve’s case this didn’t happen. He answered all my questions by e-mail and phone, and (incredible!) he himself accepted to see me the day before the session, to further discuss things. Almost too good to be true.

So, I jumped on the first plane to Belgium (I live in northern Italy, and this reminds me to ask for you patience. English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistake in my grammar or spelling, o.k.?) and after several hours… there I was… Antwerpen.

I met with Steve at my hotel, and we talked a lot. The guy was incredibly patient and open- minded and after I’d pestered him with all kind of questions, we set an appointment for the day after.

It would be a very long session, about seven or eight hours, and my nurses would be Steve himself and Bo, the female surgeon on call at O.R.R. Since my interest was a nursing session and not a surgical one (just imagine the blood… yeeeech!), Bo had accepted to perform nursing duties on me. I usually prefer only male nurses to work on me, because it keeps everything non-sexual as it should be in a medical scene, but in this case Steve convinced me that Bo would be as professional, detached and non-sexual as a very real O.R. nurse… so I accepted. It had been a very long time since a female nurse had worked on me.

When morning came, I could barely restrain myself. I jumped on a taxi and rushed to the address I had been given.

Steve opened the door and lead me to a very comfortable sitting room. We had coffee, and after a while we were joined by Bo, who’s a stunning lady, young and beautiful (mistress by trade – but, like Steve, incredibly skilled in med. fet. scenes). Steve and Bo gave me all the time I needed to relax and get used to them… and then the moment came to begin the session.

I was lead upstairs. There was a small hallway, with a table, some chairs and medical equipment. This, Steve said, was the nurses’ station. He opened a door, and… I couldn’t believe my eyes!

The room was white and very well lit. There were cabinets along the wall, with medical instruments, IV poles, tubes, etc. A huge O.R. table in the middle (I noticed the stirrups… gulp!) and an operating light on the ceiling gave the final “surgical” touch. I can say without shame that I immediately felt something hard coming alive between my legs and I felt my knees getting weak. I’m not very good at descriptions, so you’ll have to see for yourself (there’s lots of pics on the site and in the member area), but I think it suffices to say that I felt I was right in the middle of a real-life operating room (in my case, it was soon to become a treatment room).

Steve opened another door, and showed me into a small but perfect patient’s room. With a white hospital bed, and a chrome night stand. I was told to undress and put on my pajamas (I had been instructed to bring a pair from home, for the first part of the session… right like in a real clinic).

- When you’re ready, just lie on the bed, and await whatever’s coming to you.- said Steve with a smile, and then exited the room closing the door behind him..

So, there I was now, lying on the bed, and awaiting for the door to open and my session to begin. I was kind of nervous (I always am, when I’m in a session with a nurse for the first time) but also quite excited. The place was great, and Steve and Bo looked like good people, and quite skilled too. I was in for a very pleasurable ride. I’m not very good at role- play, I prefer “real” situations, so I had asked Steve to keep the “acting” to a minimum for my sake, but when the door opened, I felt almost draw into the scene.

Steve entered first, followed by Bo, who was pushing a small stainless still cart with instruments on it. They were both dressed on O.R. “greens”, and had stethoscopes around their necks.

They both greeted me politely and suddenly… it felt real. This was a clinic and they were nurses… you know what I mean? It isn’t just the acting or the instruments… they were the real thing, role-play or not.

I just stopped worrying and played along.

Steve gave me a through checkup. He checked my pulse, blood pressure, my lungs, throat and eyes. He stuck a thermometer in my mouth (yes, I said my mouth… no jokes, please…J) and palpated me everywhere. He had me lower the pants of my pajamas and pushed delicately around my lower abdomen, penis and testicles, all the time making notes and giving instructions to Bo, which was filling my chart. The whole exam took a very long time. I was poked and prodded, turned, dressed and undressed… and I loved every minute of it. At a certain point, I was asked to roll on my belly and relax, and I felt Steve’s hand gently pushing a suppository inside my anus. In preparation for the enema, I thought. I had never had a suppository inserted in me in the last thirty years, and I must say it really made me feel I was in a clinic… wow!

After the exam was finished, Steve told me that I was to receive an enema, followed by a very thorough anal examination. This would conclude morning procedures. In the afternoon I was to receive a full body massage, followed by some relaxation therapy, the whole day culminating with a long session of anal massage.

I gulped, because suddenly there was a very visible bulge under the bedcovers, right were my “best friend” was.

The two nurses smiled and left the room. I shifted my position in the bed, awaiting eagerly what was going to follow.

I didn’t have to wait long. After a short while there was a knock on the door and Bo entered. She set a small bottle on my night stand (the kind you can drink from when you’re in bed, without spilling the content). This was some water, should I become thirsty during my stay. At the same time Steve entered the room pushing the cart, on which there were now many suspicious looking items. The two nurses went at work, and once again the illusion was perfect.

I was asked to remove my pajamas, and was given a patient gown, to wear instead. This would allow them full access to my anal/genital zone. While Bo helped me fasten the straps on the back (I couldn’t help noticing that the gown wasn’t very long and it barely covered my privates… blush!), Steve approached the bed, removed the covers and asked me to lift my buttocks, so he could place a large absorbent pad underneath me. I obliged and was asked to roll on my left side, facing the wall, and exposing my buttocks. I did so, resting comfortably my head on the pillow. I felt the very well known “slap” of latex gloves being pulled on the nurses’ hands. In these cases, I just close my eyes and enjoy what’s happening to me. I felt Steve’ hands gently parting my buttocks and slowly massaging my outer anal area, then

n … a little cold, now. – Steve said and the unmistakable coolness of k-y jelly being generously spread on my anal opening. Steve massaged the jelly around my anus for a while and then pushed slowly with his middle fingers until he was into my rectum. He massaged some more, spreading the jelly and lubricating my anus, until the muscles became soft an giving, and then I felt something hard being slowly pushed inside me… the nozzle. n There was a soft “click” and… hey, what’s that warmth? Mmmmhhh…. I could really get used to this (actually, I am). The enema was given slowly and pleasurably. The warmth filled my guts and spread to my underbelly. I turned my head and was able to see Bo holding the enema bag and Steve gently moving the nozzle in and out, to enhance the experience. There were absolutely no cramps, just a very gentle “full” feeling. After a while, the nozzle was retracted and I was told to lie again on my back and hold the solution for some minutes. The nurses left the room once again, and I was left alone. The room was pleasantly warm, and the water inside me gave a very slow urge to expel. I stayed there for a while, enjoying what I felt, and then I stood up and went to the bathroom. O.R.R. patient usually expel enemas in a bedpan with a nurse assisting, but I had asked Steve to let me go to the bathroom… (I don’t enjoy scat so whatever happened there won’t be told here).

When I came out of the bathroom, Bo was waiting for me. She helped me slowly into the treatment room, where the huge light was now on, and the table waited for me. Steve and Bo helped me on the table and put my legs in the stirrups. There was a small round pillow (sausage-shaped. Like the ones they have in France), and I could rest my head comfortably. My legs where fastened and my gown was lifted, to uncover my anus and genitals. At this point everything was happening quietly and yet very fast. Bo and Steve had the same professional bedside manner I have noticed in real nurses. Very polite, with a hint of authority, and the feeling they had done this hundreds of times before. It’s difficult to explain it in detail… I just felt I could trust them completely… and this is the most important thing in such a session.

Steve sat on a small stool at the foot of the table, thus positioning himself between my spread leg. Bo was standing at my side, on the left of the table. They were both wearing latex gloves.

-… let’s check your rectum, now. – said Steve.

Once again, I closed my eyes, and let the inevitable happen. Boy… it felt good! Steve fingers where on my anus, massaging slowly, kneading the muscles, relaxing the tissues. At the same time Bo worked on my penis, caressing the gland and pulling on the foreskin. I cannot say how long it lasted, because, as it always happens, I lost track of time. I know that at a certain point Steve decided he wouldn’t insert a speculum, as planned, because my anus was too tight, and just decided to go on with his fingers. More time passed and then Steve and Bo exchanged places, and… boy, can she massage a man’s butt! Steve started masturbating me slowly, while Bo kept inserting her finger into my anus, in and out… and after a while I couldn’t hold any more. It was a very “slow” orgasm. I cannot explain it otherwise. I wasn’t erect and didn’t think I was going to come, but… there it came. It started from a very deep spot inside me and surged into my penis, my testicles, my anus. I went suddenly tense and then started to ejaculate with long, overwhelming waves of pleasure. I jerked on the table, while Bo kept working my anus and Steve my penis, and the pleasure just overcame me. After a while, it subsided, and I fell back on the table. The two nurses were smiling… treatment sure was a success. But the most incredible part was still to come.

I was left on the table, to rest, and Bo took a basin of warm water and slowly washed me. It was at the same time the most “hospital-like” thing that ever happened to me.. and the most embarrassing one. I said so to Bo, but she just smiled and kept working.

So, back I went into my room, all cleaned up and relaxed. The O.R.R. staff had a short break while I relaxed some more… awaiting whatever else was to come.

Once again I heard a knock on the door. Bo entered and asked me to follow her in the treatment room. The table was changed. The stirrups were gone. My gown was removed and now I was asked to lie on the table face down. I felt the air on my bare buttocks, and realized that I was now completely exposed. Bo and Steve positioned themselves on my sides and laid their hands on me… and it was incredible. They were giving me a four- hands massage. I had never experienced something like this before. I’ve had massages before… but having two pair of hands working on me at the same time just blew my mind away. I couldn’t help a moan of pleasure while the hands worked wonders on my feet and legs. The hands slowly made their way towards my buttocks and there they rested for a while. In a so called “legit” massage, the buttocks are kept covered and never massaged… and, boy, isn’t that a shame!! More moans of pure pleasure escaped me while the nurses massaged me. The buttocks, then up on the back and then the shoulders. Then I was asked to turn over on my back, and it started all over again. From the legs, up to my penis (just a quick touch there… more was to come), then my abdomen and pecs. I kept my eyes closed all the time and enjoyed that incredible feeling. Somebody said that in our civilization, we’ve completely lost the art of touch. None of us nowadays have the chance to be touched, let alone by two persons at the same time. This was truly an incredible experience. Unfortunately, like all good things, it came to and end.

Away I went again into my room, to lie and rest and relax some more. I knew that the final part of my day at the clinic was approaching and I shivered with anticipation. It’s hard to explain how I felt, by then. The illusion was perfect. From the way the two nurses moved, they way they talked, their attitude, the bedside manner… everything felt like a real life hospital. I could only begin to imagine what their “surgery” routine was like. Anyhow, by this time I had come to trust them completely and to truthfully enjoy each and every treatment, so, when the door opened again, I was just too happy to obey nurse Bo’s instructions.

She would give m, she said, another massage. But… this time she worked on my feet and my hands! Once again, this was absolutely hospital-like and at the same time very pleasurable and relaxing. Bo started on my feet. She massaged the soles and the upper part, and then the toes, one by one… mmmmmh, I could really get used to this, you know. Afterwards, she approached the side of my bed and asked me to give her my hands. I had rarely had my hand massaged, and I cannot understand why. She kneaded gently each and every finger, and then the palms. By that time I was almost purring with pleasure. I couldn’t believe this was possible, but I was now totally relaxed and completely open to my next experience.

… which was soon to happen.

After the ritual few minutes of solitude in my room, breathing with my eyes closed, the door opened again, and Bo said was to be transported to the treatment room again… and so away I went for one last time.

The table was back to its “surgical” self, with stirrups and all, and I was helped on it again. Once again my legs went into the stirrups and I rested my head on the small pillow.

This time Bo was sitting at the foot of the table and Steve was on my side. On went the latex gloves again, and the anal massage began.

As I said before, it’s difficult to keep track of time for me, in this situation. I can only say that the four hands on me looked like forty. My anus felt warm and the skin and muscles incredibly sensitive. My penis got hard this time, and the pleasure came more quickly.

Bo’s fingers went into the anal opening, in the rectum, with a slow and deep “in and out” motion. Steve worked on my penis alternating fast and slow strokes. I don’t know how long it was, but I don’t think it was particularly long… I came fairly soon. I just couldn’t resist the urge. I’ve always been quite sensitive in the anal area (I’ve always thought that all men, straight or gay, who have never received anal stimulation don’t know what they’re missing). The orgasm was longer than the previous one, and sort of deeper. The atmosphere in the room was very quiet and pleasurable, and while I let go and abandoned myself to the waves of pure pleasure, everything felt incredibly true. The nurses, the clinic, the treatment. All of it.

Well… not much more to tell. Once again, Bo washed me, and then released me from the table. I went back to the patient room and dressed.

Outside was dark, now. It was evening. I had been in the clinic for nearly seven hours. We all sat down and chatted a bit, and discussed the session.

I felt just exhausted, and completely fulfilled. Before I said my good-byes, I told Steve and Bo that they would see me again soon enough… I’m planning a new visit, already.

I went back to my hotel room and went to bed almost immediately.

That night I slept like a baby.