Had to share an amazing play exam administered by drmyk2 last weekend.
I knew from a couple of personal messages that he lived close to the Kansas City area and after one failed attempt at me traveling to him, he told me he would be in my area on business over the weekend. We discussed a few parameters and mutual likes/dislikes but I pretty much agreed to put myself literally and figuratively in his hands. Still, this was completely new to me and it was with great trepidation that I knocked on the door to his hotel suite just a few minutes before 7:30 on Saturday evening.
I was greeted by a fit man of my approximate age dressed in blue scrubs. Mild-mannered and soft spoken, he invited me in and I saw that he had already prepared the room for my examination. There was a portable massage table in the middle of the room draped in sheets and an assortment of medical instruments visible on a side table. Thermometer, stethoscope, a box of gloves, a few tubes of lubricant and a cup for a urine specimen. Additional instruments were covered by a white towel. A white exam gown lay at the foot of the table. After exchanging pleasantries he instructed me to go into the bathroom and change into the gown; underwear optional.
A minute later I emerged wearing a gown and crisp, new white briefs. I tied the gown at the neck, but left the tie across the back undone. He told me to take a seat at the edge of the table and recorded my height, weight and a brief medical history on a form attached to a clipboard. The physical assessment began with him wiping down a glass thermometer and inserting it into my mouth. Then a standard, yet thorough examination of the ears, eyes, neck/glands, nostrils and reflexes. He told me my blood pressure was a bit high, but that was to be expected given the situation.
He stood behind me and placed a stethoscope on multiple locations on my back and had me take a series of deep breaths to check my lungs. Satisfied, he came back around to the front and asked me to lower my gown to my waist. My heart and lungs were assessed in the seated position before asking me to recline and place my hands over my head. He checked the lymph nodes under my arms and performed a cursory breast exam before moving lower for a very satisfying abdominal auscultation and palpation. He removed the gown that was still bunched at my waist and told me to hop down off the table. Standing there in just my briefs, I was becoming quite aroused. I was made to close my eyes, lean my head back and touch my nose to check my balance. I was also made to walk a heel-to-toe straight line. I was very nervous at this point and my "straight line" was anything but.
At this point he announced it was time for me to go ahead and step out of my briefs so he could check my genitalia. I was asked to have a seat back up on the table and then lie back flat on my back with my legs hanging off the end. I took the opportunity to part my legs slightly to give him better access to my penis and testicles. He asked me about sexual partners (monogamous) and any issues I had with getting or keeping an erection. I told him no problems there. When he asked about any lumps, I told him about the cyst on my left testicle that I had been pointing out to doctors since my teenage years. And then he put a glove on and began the most thorough testicular exam of my life. He expertly palapted both testicles as well as the cyst. He also paid special attention to my penis; assessing the erect shaft as well as spreading the meatus to examine the urethra. A stream of seminal fluid was noted.
He then instructed me to hop down for a hernia exam where another brief testicular exam was conducted before having me turn my head and cough as he inserted a finger into my inguinal canals. Both sides were examined and I was made to cough each time. Satisfied that my genitalia was in good order, he asked me to face the table and bend over for a rectal examination. I complied by lying my chest flat on the table and extending my arms straight out in complete submission. He asked me to relax and had me flex my knees slightly to relax the buttocks. He noted a small hemorrhoid in his visual inspection of the anus before informing me that I would be feeling some cold gel on my anus. Graciously lubricated, Dr. Mike gently introduced his finger into my anus and rectum and did a thorough assessment of my prostate. "Smooth and symmetrical" was his professional opinion. I could then feel his finger sweeping in all directions to check the rectal wall. After removing his finger, he asked me to remain in that position so he could administer a disposable enema. I could barely feel the tip of the enema entering my anus, but immediately felt the cool liquid as it filled my rectum. I knew the enema was completely empty when I heard the gurgling sound of the bulb and I remained in my submissive position for a minute or so in order to let the enema work. He then told me to go ahead and evacuate my bowels in the toilet in the bathroom. What came out was completely clear. I wiped myself a few times and returned, still naked, to face the doctor.
Standing before him, he confirmed my age of 46 and told me that he wanted to take a deeper look into my colon to make sure he didn't miss anything. I agreed and then watched as he showed me exactly where he wanted my knees and elbows in order to get me in a good position for the rest of the examination. I dutifully complied and worked myself into a completely humiliating knee-chest position with my face buried in the small pillow at the end of the table. I felt a thin tube slide into my rectum as he informed me that he wanted to get my rectal temperature while he readied a few other instruments. After a minute or two, the glass thermometer was removed. I had no idea what my anus, rectum and colon were about to experience. I should note that once in the knee-chest position, my face was either buried in the pillow or turned to the side so I did not see any of the instruments used for the duration of the examination. I only knew what he was telling me and what I could feel and hear.
First, he told me he would do a shallow examination with an anoscope. I think this was the plastic variety that is so common nowadays and it certainly sounded plastic when he removed the obturator. The anoscope was inside me for about a minute and while not painful, it certainly gave me a sense of fullness and pressure greater than that of a digital rectal exam. I could feel the obturator sliding back in and then the anoscope being removed from my rectum. Dr. Mike then said he was going to dilate my anus to try and make the insertion of the proctoscope less uncomfortable. I do not know what he used for this. It could have been a speculum of some type or it might have just been his fingers. I just had the sensation of my anus being stretched and manipulated in multiple directions at once. And while the dilation may have helped some, it certainly didn't prepare me for the intensity of the stainless steel proctoscope that was next introduced into my rectum. I was told to take a number of deep breaths and try and relax my muscles. But I still experienced some rather intense cramping. But I didn't complain. I didn't want it to end. I remained ever the compliant patient. I could tell this was a much larger diameter and length than the anoscope. And I could also tell by the metallic scraping sounds of the obturator that this was an old school stainless steel instrument. At various times during this humbling examination, my testicles were examined from behind - an absolutely amazing experience! I didn't think my anus could possibly take anything larger than the proctoscope, but it was to be subjected to even more. Next came a rectal speculum that I suspect was of the two-blade variety held open wide via thumbscrew. I could hear and feel the thumbscrew being actuated. While spread open, Dr. Mike was using his finger to once again palapte me internally. This was intense, bordering on painful, but I continued to take deep breaths and clutch the pillow now under my chest. But nothing compared to the three-blade speculum. I remember letting loose an audible gasp when this was opened inside me. My god, the cramping was terrible. I was just on the verge of crying uncle when I could feel the blades coming back together and being removed from my abused anus and rectum.
After giving me a few moments to compose myself, Anal stimulation was applied with at least two different vibrators which I could hear being wrapped in condoms. Freed from the speculums, I also ventured a look through my knees and saw open condom wrappers and tubes of lubricant between my feet. Dr. Mike expertly manipulated the dildos inside me while he continued to massage my scrotum and testicles from behind. After a few minutes, the first vibrator was replaced by a larger one that took considerably more force to insert and remove. I was gasping for breath much of the time. The doctor then told me that he would conclude the examination by extracting a semen sample from me. He started by using one hand to work the vibrators in and out of me while massaging the head of my penis. Bringing me right to the edge of climax, he backed off and had me roll over onto my back before continuing. This time, I lay with my legs spread in a semi-frog position and masturbated myself as he went back to massaging my prostate with his gloved finger. Needless to say, I didn't last much longer and quickly ejaculated into a handful of tissues.
Spent, I lay quivering on the makeshift examination table for a minute composing myself. Being given a clean bill of health, I was told I could clean up in the shower. I took him up on his offer and cleaned as much lubricant as possible from my penisand scrotum and from between my buttocks. I dried off, got dressed and then went back into the main room of the hotel suite for a few minutes of discussion about the Zity community and some current events affecting both the Kansas City area and Dr. Mike's city of Omaha, Nebraska. We parted with a "thank you" and a handshake and a promise to keep in touch and (hopefully) additional appointments in the future.
I had hardly made it down to the main level on the elevator when I felt the intense urge to go to the bathroom again. I made a beeline for the lobby restroom and evacuated a considerable amount of watery lubricant from my bowels. The stench had to be terrible and I was thankful for the noise of the powerful, commercial grade fan concealing the noises I was making! I concluded my evening by reliving the recent events over dinner and a few glasses of wine at a local wine bar. I sat there knowing that no one in the establishment had any idea where I just came from or what I had just experienced. But I couldn't help wondering as I looked around the room if anyone else in the bar was also turned on by the idea of medical fetishism.
Please understand that Dr. Mike is the consummate professional and a perfect gentleman and I would have no problem whatsoever recommending his services to anyone else out there looking for an unforgettable play exam. He is safe and discreet and pays attention to detail. He told me that he read up on a lot of my Zity posts and thoughtfully tailored the exam so that I could check a few items and procedures off my "bucket list." Thank you very much, Dr. Mike! I hope I fulfilled my role as the dutiful patient and you will welcome me on your examination table again some time.
B.R.
1 March 2016