Lynn had been having a rough time since she lost her job so when I met her accidently one lunch time I asked her if she fancied a coffee and a chat. We went to a quiet little cafe just off the centre of town, found a table in the corner and I went to fetch a couple of lattes.

For a while we chatted about nothing much in particular as I tried to keep off the subject of finding work; I’ve been in that situation myself and hated it when everybody kept asking have you found a job yet? Lynn is an Art Teacher but when two schools combined she’d lost out and was made redundant.

Eventually however it came up and I can’t remember which one of us mentioned it first but I’m sure it wasn’t me.

She’d heard on the grapevine that a local health centre was looking to produce a leaflet and they were looking for an illustrator but she hadn’t done anything about it as she didn’t think she had any relevant experience. I tried to encourage her to at least make some enquiries about it but didn’t feel hopeful when I left her that she would.

About two weeks later I got a call at home from Lynn saying she’d had a call that day from someone at the health centre offering her the job.

“Great news” I said “so you did apply then.”

“Yes but I’ll have to turn it down, but at least it’s given me the confidence to apply for jobs I’ve not done before.”

“Why do you have to turn it down?” I asked.

“Well they want to meet me and my ‘model’ and I don’t have anyone I can ask.”

‘Well why don’t you ask me?’

“The thing is” she said “it’s a leaflet on men’s health, you know things down there! I could draw them easily without a model, I did enough life drawing at art school but they want to see my model to see if he fits the profile they have in mind.”

“Look why don’t I come along as your model then if you get the job you can do as you say draw from memory perhaps even put a face that looks a bit like me on the drawings, they’d never know.”

We left it at that and after a couple of days I forgot all about it until the phone rang again and my wife said it’s Lynn she wants to know if you’re free next Thursday afternoon for an interview.

I took the phone and sorted out the details of the time and place and arranged to pick her up in my car on the way to the health centre.

When I came off the phone my wife asked what was going on was I losing my job? Why was Lynn fixing up an interview for me? So I explained everything to her.

Just to give you a bit of history my wife and Lynn’s are best friends and years ago when my friend Tom had been trying to persuade Lynn to go out with him she had not been willing to go out unless it was a foursome so and I made up the foursome. Tom and Lynn didn’t ‘click’ and never went out together after that but I kept seeing Lynn’s friend and eventually we got married. Anyway I digress back to the tale.

The day came and I picked Lynn up from her apartment and we drove to the health centre and on the way Lynn brought me up to date. After my encouragement she had phoned the health centre and was asked to send in some sketches for them to look at. Then about a week later they called back and said they were impressed with her work and could she come in and discuss the project in detail and bring her model with her. I don’t know why but I somehow started to feel uncomfortable and slightly nervous.

When we arrived the only other person waiting was a young Asian girl in black stockings and a coat covering what appeared to be a nurse’s uniform.

Eventually the receptionist called us and led us both down a corridor and into an office occupied by a slim, smartly dressed woman who I judged to be in her late thirties sat behind a desk and an older perhaps fifty something woman who was slightly overweight and not very fashionably dressed wearing a skirt that looked far too short for her age.

The younger woman introduced herself as Miss Pryce (no first name given) and added that she was the Centre Manager and the older she introduced as Margaret Shaw. Lynn introduced me as and we all shook hands. Miss Pryce then started to explain that Margaret had lost her husband about a year before and had approached the centre with the idea of producing a leaflet to encourage men to get themselves ‘checked out’ as she put it as her late husband had ignored his symptoms until it was too late. She started to explain that leaflet would be illustrated with clear drawings rather than photographs so as not to offend.

I wasn’t taking much notice by now. Lynn was taking detailed notes while I sat feeling a bit surplus at this point until I heard the words testicles and prostate mentioned and thought I’m glad she doing this from memory!

“Well now Mr Crossley” said Miss Pryce “can we have a look at you?”

I looked up “If you could just take off you jacket and shirt please we want to see if you fit our profile what age are you?”

“43 I replied” and started to remove my jacket. When I had removed my shirt I was asked to turn to one side and then back to face them.

At this point they started to discuss me as if I was no longer there.

“Well he looks about right, though perhaps to fit are profile, he could be a bit fatter around the middle, lots of men start to get fatter in their forties. Lynn could you do that for us? not too much we don’t want men looking at the leaflet and thinking I'm much fitter than that I’m OK.”

“Now slip off the rest of your clothes; you can leave your underpants on for now.”

Mr Crossley!

I realised I was being spoken to again and what had just been said and glanced at Lynn who stared back at me with a mixture of surprise and pleading. I knew she needed this job and if I stopped playing my part she would lose it.

“You can put your clothes on the chair over there” said Miss Pryce pointing to a chair in the corner.

I picked up my jacket and shirt from the chair I’d been sitting on before being asked to remove them and placed them over the back of the chair in the corner. This isn’t too bad I thought I’ll still have my boxers on and I’m sure I’ll be dressed and out of here soon and besides I can’t let Lynn down now but what did she mean by ‘you can leave your underpants on for now’ she must be referring to later when she thinks Lynn will be using me as her model. Still facing the corner I slipped off my shoes and socks, and then taking a silent deep breath unzipped my trousers and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. Thank goodness I wasn’t wearing some comic boxer shorts I thought and then realised the room had been completely silent while I undressed.

I folded my trouser before turning around and walking as casually as I could back to the centre of the room. Miss Pryce and Mrs Shaw sat staring at me from behind the desk while Lynn appeared to be averting her eyes I assumed to spare my embarrassment.

“Good not too much hair” said Miss Pryce “is you model circumcised?”

Lynn stammered something illegible and I quickly interrupted “no I’m not” hoping both to get Lynn out of answering something which I hoped she didn’t know, unless my wife and her discussed my personal features in greater detail than I ever imagined, and also in the hope now of being allowed to get dressed again………It was not to be!

Without saying anything else Miss Pryce picked up her phone and said “could you come through now.”

A few moments later the teenage receptionist who had shown us into Miss Pryce came in.

“Take Mr Crossley to room 4 now and then bring Miss Chang here.”

Feeling a bit shocked I went to collect my clothes and with only a slight glance at Lynn, who looked as puzzled as I now felt nervous, started to follow the receptionist.

“No leave you clothes here Mr Crossley” said Miss Pryce “did you bring a gown Sarah?” Even to me it was pretty obvious she wasn’t carrying anything.

“Sorry I forgot” replied Sarah.

“Well you’ll just have to take Mr Crossley as he is if the waiting area is still empty but I did say this morning to bring one with you when I told you about this meeting.”

I followed the young receptionist, dressed in just my boxer shorts, through the waiting area still occupied by the young Asian woman and guessed that counted as empty in Miss Pryce’s mind.

Down another corridor I followed her until she opened a door and waved me into an examination room. She went to a cupboard, took out a gown and said “put that on and wait here.”

Later I found out from Lynn that she and the other two women had sat in complete silence until the receptionist came back with the young Asian girl from the waiting area

Miss Pryce introduced them all and explained that neither of the two practice nurses was thought suitable for the leaflet illustrations so they had got Miss Chang from a model agency however one of the nurses had agreed to help in the examination room where Lynn’s model had just been taken. They would go through and stage a number of poses for Lynn to sketch which she could later work-up into completed drawings.

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What on earth was happening? I’d only come as a ‘pretend model’ to help Lynn get the job, now I didn’t know what was going to happen next.

The door of the examination room opened behind me and when I turned the young receptionist had returned with a nurse who I judged to be mid-fifties , a little over weight, slightly greying hair and looked to me to be a bit bad tempered. As I learnt from Lynn later although she was a real nurse the manager had judged her not attractive enough for the leaflet and had told her so before engaging the model who she was told to instruct in how to pose for my examination sketches so it was no wonder she didn’t like the situation.

We all stood in silence for a few minutes then Lynn, Miss Pryce and Mrs Shaw entered the room.

“Well shall we start? Liz can you show Miss Chang the first position” said Miss Pryce.

At this the nurse, Liz as I now new, told me to sit on the edge of the examination table and she showed Miss Chang how to check my pulse. Lynn made a quick sketch and when she was satisfied said she was finished.

“Now can we take Mr Crossley’s BP?”

The nurse put the cuff on my arm and set the instrument up and after a little discussion had Miss Chang in a suitable position for Lynn to start sketching again.

While Lynn was sketching I noticed for the first time that Miss Pryce was taking photographs when she said to Lynn I’ll print these off later, you might find them useful.

There followed a pose with a stethoscope pressed to my chest for which I had to drop the gown off my shoulders.

“Right now can we have the next pose please” said Miss Pryce, eventually and I wondered what was coming next.

“Get down off the table now” said the nurse “and stand with your back to it facing me.”

If I hadn’t been nervous before I certainly was now as I realised this was going to become very awkward. Here I was with my wife’s friend and four other women who I’d never met before, the nurse I could perhaps accept but the young receptionist was still in the room and seemed to be checking a list for Miss Pryce, presumably a list of poses. Miss Chang a very attractive model, who was pretending to be a nurse and finally Mrs Shaw who other than she was sponsoring for the leaflet had no reason to be there.

I’d been holding the gown against my front while I got down from the table and started to put my arms back through it.

“No need for that” barked the still ill-tempered nurse who I sensed was get more annoyed at having to show this model something she couldn’t see why she couldn’t be doing herself.

“Miss Chang you’re right-handed so stand on John’s left. Now………….” a moments silence passed while everybody looked at me “what are you waiting for” the nurse said directly to me “put the gown on the table and your hands by your sides.”

With panic growing I took off the gown and placed on the table and stood facing them all. “You’ve still got your underpants on” barked the nurse at me and said sharply to the young receptionist “I thought you said Mr Crossley was ready, any way let’s not waste any more time lets have them off” and held her hand out to me.

I don’t think I really believed the situation I was now in, in that much over used expression it felt like a dream or more rightly a nightmare. I looked around them all, Lynn my wife’s best friend, the fifty something nurse, Mrs Shaw, Miss Pryce the pretty Asian model and worst of all the young teenage receptionist as I put my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and slid them down before stepping out of them and handing them to the outstretched hand of the nurse.

I stood totally naked my hands covering my genitals in front of them all; the nurse still looked annoyed, the model looked a bit nervous probably wondering what she would be doing next. Mrs Shaw and Miss Pryce just stood looking at me, the young receptionist I felt was staring wide-eyed at my groin but that might have just been my imagination and Lynn was looking me directly in the eyes, with, I thought, an apologetic look on her face.

“Mr Crossley we need your hands by your sides.” I did as I was told and tried to imagine I wasn’t there while trying not to look at any of their faces.

“Right Miss Chang with your right hand cup Mr Crossley’s testicles, no like this” the nurse said and took hold of me to demonstrate “now you try again, that’s better, can you all see? Look straight ahead Mr Crossley not down we’re supposed to be doing the examining not you.”

Miss Pryce spoke “can you sketch that OK Lynn perhaps Mr Crossley should spread his legs a little more?”

Lynn’s nervous voice broke in “no that’s fine I can see everything” and I thought yes so can everybody!

I stood like that for several minutes until Lynn said “OK I’ve got that” and the model let go of my balls.

“No not yet I’ve not taken a photograph” said Miss Price “spread your legs again Mr Crossley and Miss Chang take hold again please.”

For the first time Miss Chang looked at me directly as she said “sorry” more to me I think than anyone else in the room as she again put her hand under my testicles and I prayed I wouldn’t become aroused at her touch in front of all these strange women.

Miss Price raised the camera took a full length photo of us both and then moved closer and took a second, a close up of the hand cupping my balls.

“Right what’s next” asked Miss Price of the receptionist and I had it confirmed that my embarrassment and humiliation weren’t over yet.

“Examination of the penile shaft, foreskin and perineum” said the young receptionist and I’m sure I detected a stifled giggle.

“OK” said the nurse to me “get onto the examination table and lie on your back.” I did as I was told, things had gone too far now to change my mind and anyway how could it get any worse – but it did.

“Lie right down the table Mr Crossley” said the nurse as she reached underneath the table and brought out two stirrups and fitted them to the end of the table. “Slide down Mr Crossley I want your bottom right at the end of the table.” Doing as I was told I felt both my legs being lifted onto the stirrups and looking down saw that Mrs Shaw was lifting one leg and the nurse the other. “Thank you Margaret” said the nurse to Mrs Shaw who remained standing directly at the foot of the table with an uninterrupted view of everything between my legs.

Miss Pryce moved to the end of the table and viewed ‘my embarrassment’. “Do you think that’s the best way to do it? We don’t want to scare men away. What do you all think?”

All the women except Lynn but including the young receptionist moved and stood in a semi-circle at the foot of the table staring down at me spread-eagled with everything on show.

A hand reached out took hold of my penis and lifted it while another lifted my scrotum. “In this position we can see everything we might need to examine the penis the testicles and under here the perineum” I felt my genitals being moved to be held in one hand and a finger pass between my scrotum down towards my exposed anus. The voice belonged to the nurse and I presumed the hands holding me and the finger pointing out my intimate areas also belonged to her.

“Now then girl take hold of his penis like this, come on it’s not going to bite, wait a moment I’ll just expose the head, I felt my foreskin being pushed back, right now take hold again that’s it no a bit higher and use your other hand to lift the testicles, yes about there now Lynn can you see that ok?”

“Not quite can she move a little further over, yes that’s good just there” I heard Lynn’s voice say.

Miss Pryce said “can I just get a photo before you start, OK hold it there, and another just in case, right carry on. Sarah can you go and make us all some tea I’m sure we could do with one then we can take a break when Lynn has finished this sketch.”

I lay staring at the ceiling trying to think of anything but the hands on my genitals but I knew I was fighting a losing battle with my penis.

After what seemed an age Lynn finally said “OK I’m done” and Miss Pryce suggested I might want to take a break.

Mrs Shaw and the nurse lifted my feet out of the examination stirrups and I swung my legs around and sat on the edge of the table expecting someone to pass the gown to me but now they were all looking at Lynn’s sketches so I got down and walked over to where I saw the gown had been put. Unfortunately just as I was walking across the room completely naked Sarah came back in the room and I had to stop and let her past.

I put the gown on and did my best to stay calm and hoped it was over.

Lynn and the others were busy talking and I could hear them discussing whether the last pose might put men off and that seemed to be generally agreed. Then Mrs Shaw said “don’t you think the sketches might look better without the pubic hair?” they all scanned the drawings again and then viewed the photographs that Miss Pryce had been taking and Miss Pryce said “I think your right they do look a bit pornographic.”

The nurse said “should we shave him then? “Sarah can you get out the shaving kit.”

I thought to myself can they really think I’m going to lie back in front of these women and this young girl while the nurse shaves my pubes off and what will my wife think when I get home.

Fortunately Lynn spoke up and said “I don’t think that will be necessary John has not got a lot of pubic hair and I don’t need to sketch that in. If you look now you can see it’s fairly thin I can easily ignore it, John do you mind just raising the gown so I can show what I mean.”

I raised the hem of the gown above my waist still a bit in shock at Lynn’s request even after all that had happened.

“Well if you’re sure” said the nurse “but it would only take a few minutes if you want him shaved.”

I was offered and accepted a drink and stood listening to the chatter and small talk as we all took a break. It felt surreal standing there in the gown being careful not to turn my back on anyone knowing that my bottom was exposed at the back. Had I really been totally naked in front of these five women just a few minutes ago and how long would it be now before I would be allowed to put my clothes back on?

“Well” said Miss Pryce “shall we carry on?”

Carry on surely we’ve finished what other humiliation could they have in mind for me?

“What’s next Sarah?” asked Miss Pryce.

“Just the prostate examination” replied the young receptionist and I’m sure I saw a grin on her face when I looked over at her in shock. I’d not thought about that nor had I ever had one but I knew the stories and the jokes.

“Over here please” said the nurse to me and then to Miss Pryce “which way do you want me to do this?”

“Well I’m not sure what are the choices?” replied Miss Pryce.

“Well we can have him standing bent over the examination table, I’ll show you. Stand up against the table Mr Crossley and bend over it with your chest right down on it, elbows out to the sides. Now you’ll see as the gown falls away we have the buttocks exposed. Feet slightly apart please, no further. Now I can spread the cheeks like this and expose the anus, what do you think?”

I thought this has to be the most humiliating thing yet!

“What do the rest of you think, how about you Mrs Shaw?” asked Miss Pryce.

“I’d like to see the other methods please before we decide” answered Mrs Shaw.

I thought well Mrs Shaw is certainly getting her money’s worth if she’s paying towards this leaflet.

The nurse broke in on the remark “well why don’t we just pose both and Lynn can sketch them and we can decide later.”

“Good idea” said Mrs Shaw.

“Now Miss Chang I’ll show you how it’s done then you can have a go, you’ll need to put fresh gloves on again. First with my left hand I’ll spread his cheeks, can you bend a little lower on the table, that’s it chest right down on the table bottom up in the air” she instructed me. Now I’ll put a little lubricant on my finger then place it over the anus like so.”

I felt the cold jelly hit the spot only seeming to ad to my extreme embarrassment and humiliation.

“Now bear down Mr Crossley as if you were going to the toilet.”

Immediately I obeyed I felt a finger thrust without any gentleness into my rectum.

“Now in this position I can access the prostate quite easily, OK you try it now Miss Chang.”

“Do I actually have to put my finger inside his bottom, couldn’t I just pretend?” asked the young Asian.

“Oh don’t be silly, it’s quite easy to do and Lynn needs to see you do it so the sketch is right. Now stand her on his left put your fingers here yes like that and hold his cheeks apart. Those are fresh glove aren’t they? OK now hold your finger out for me and I’ll put a little extra lube on; no your second finger. Now put the tip over the anus and push. Go on push firmly.”

“It won’t go in.”

“Yes it will, Mr Crossley are you bearing down against her finger? That’s it push right in as far as it will go and hold it there, move your hand round a little anti-clockwise that’s it hold it there. Right everybody that’s the position can you all see?”

A murmur of yes’s came from the others and almost at once the finger was withdrawn and the other hand let my cheeks go.

“No you need to stay in position while Lynn does her sketch. Do it again like I showed you.”

For the third time my cheeks were spread and I was instructed to ‘bear down’.

I stayed in this uncomfortable position for what seemed like an age until Lynn had sketched us and more photographs had been taken.

“Right can you get up on the table now, OK lie on your left side and draw your knees up to your chest. I’m just going to wipe John’s bottom now and we’ll do the next pose can you pass those wipes Sarah, in fact you wipe his bottom for me while Miss Chang and I put on fresh gloves."

Without delay Sarah was behind me lifting my right leg up a little and wiping the lubricant off my rear even the back of my scrotum came in for a good wipe down. She had certainly wasted no time getting in on the action given the chance.

“Right Miss Chang as before use your left hand to clear the way and then push your finger in, I’ll just apply some fresh lubricant, there spread that over his anus, yes that’s it, now bear down again Mr Crossley, and in, further right in OK hold that pose.”

Again time seemed to be passing slowly but to my horror despite my best efforts I knew I was getting an erection.

Lynn declared she was finished and the hand and the finger were withdrawn.

“Wait a moment I haven’t got the photo’s yet” called out Miss Pryce so again Miss Chang entered my rectum with her finger this time seemingly without the usual reluctance or delay, perhaps she also just wanted to get this over with, I certainly did.

“Now the final pose up on all fours John” instructed the nurse.

I did as I was told doing my best to hide my erection from the four women in the room.

“I think this might be better with the gown off John, slip it off and pass it to Sarah” Said the nurse.

I slipped it off my arms and hiding my erection as best I could, passed it to Sarah who had come around in front of me to collect it.

“Oh it’s wet” declared Sarah holding it up for all to see the damp patch on the front of it.

I could have wished the world to open up and swallow me.

The nurse took it off Sarah and looked underneath me as I knelt “pass me some of that blue paper towel please Sarah it’s just a natural fluid loss caused by the examination.”

She came over to me and held a piece of the paper towel out to me “don’t worry John it’s only to be expected try not to be embarrassed” for the first time she sounded sympathetic to me and my predicament. She placed another piece of folded towel beneath me where it would catch any further drips from the end of my still partially erect penis.

“OK final pose as before Miss Chang let’s do this quickly if we can then we can let John get dressed again.

For the final time Miss Chang pushed inside me as I knelt naked on all fours on the table, Lynn sketched and I heard the camera taking a few more photos as I prayed for this humiliation to end.

At last Lynn said “OK I’m done” and Miss Pryce said “well I think that just about everything” and I felt Miss Chang’s finger being withdrawn from my rectum before the nurse said “ just hold still John and I’ll wipe you clean, you don’t want that lubricant getting on your clothes. Pass those wet wipes will you Sarah.”

I stayed knelt on all fours and felt the nurse wipe my anus and between my thighs clean before drying me with a tissue. Then the nurse bent down and whispered into my ear “just hold still I’ll wipe you – your dripping a bit” but I couldn’t help make a sudden movement when her tissued hand gently wiped the end of my penis. “All done” was all she said when she’d finished.

I still had a partial erection which I did my best to hide as I manoeuvred myself off the table still naked and looked for the gown to put back on.

The nurse realised my predicament and asked Sarah “have you a clean gown for John to put on?” but Sarah had put the gown in the clinical waste. “Well you’ll need to fetch a clean gown he can’t go through reception naked.”

Sarah left the room and returned with a clean gown but when I started to put it on it seemed smaller than the other one and I knew I was exposed at the back.

Miss Pryce had obviously seen this and said “that seems to be a small gown you’ve brought but let’s not waste any more time is the reception area still empty?”

“Yes Miss Pryce, the gowns must have been mixed up when they came back from the laundry should I go and fetch another?” asked the young receptionist.

“No, no need if the reception area is empty, here take the camera and print off two copies of each picture and bring them to my office.”

As I followed Miss Pryce back to her office to my horror the reception desk was now attended by another woman, a tall blonde lady of about my own age who was busy dealing with a small queue, a young mother with two children, a boy and a girl, and another man of about thirty. The young mother and the new receptionist seemed occupied but I was aware of the eyes of the two young children and the man following my progress across the floor to the other corridor accompanied by the mixed group of women.

Back in Miss Pryce’s office I was allowed to dress while they studied the sketches and was fully dressed by the time Sarah came back with the photographs printed out on A4 size sheets.

“I did an extra set just in case, I thought Mrs Shaw might need them” said the receptionist.

“Oh well I suppose” Miss Pryce’s voice tailed off before saying “well anyway another set might be useful.”

Miss Pryce handed a set to Lynn and Mrs Shaw and I wondered how many other copies might have been saved or printed for the young receptionist and her friends to giggle over that night.

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Lynn and I drove back home in complete silence neither of us wanting to be the first to speak and I contemplated the evening ahead. My wife had suggested Lynn come for dinner after the interview at the clinic and I knew she would ask us how it went.

The silence continued after we arrived home and as my wife poured us all pre-dinner drinks she asked “well how did it go, did you get the job Lynn?”

“Err… yes I’ve got the job it turned out they just wanted me to get the poses they need.”

“Oh great this is a celebration then, John you must have been bored having to wait that long couldn’t you make your excuses and come home? you’ve been gone more than two hours” asked my wife.

“Not really” I replied “I was needed” and I glanced at Lynn for guidance “you see they wanted me to model for Lynn so she could do some quick sketches.”

“Well” said my wife “let’s see them then” looking from me to Lynn.

Lynn hesitated a bit then went to her folder and drew out the pictures and photos saying “look I had no idea this was going to happen…..and John……….well John was marvellous he must have felt awful…………..you’d better take a look then I’ll leave I’m sure you won’t want me to stay for dinner either of you.”

My wife took the sketches and began to look through then in silence before saying “well I can complement you on your imagination even without seeing him naked……………..”

“You’d better look at these as well” interrupted Lynn handing the photos to my wife.

There was complete silence while my wife thumbed through the photographs.

Eventually she looked up her face blank ……then suddenly she began to giggle which eventually spread to Lynn and finally me, as much in relief at her reaction and the tension which must have built up in me during the afternoon.

That night as we sat enjoying the dinner which she had prepared the whole tale of the afternoon came out. The photos remained on view during dinner with Lynn and my wife discussing my ‘assets’ and making increasingly rude jokes at my expense as the evening went on and the wine flowed. Even discussing my partial erection that had been captured in one particular photo that seemed to serve no other purpose.

Lynn had to stay in the spare room that night unable to drive home after the wine and in the morning it all seemed like it had never happened until I saw the photos and sketches lying on the coffee table. Later while I was taking a shower my wife came in and asked how long I’d be because Lynn needed the bathroom mirror to put her contact lenses in but when I said does it really matter she seen everything I’ve got, my wife said firmly “that was yesterday this is this morning.”