I reported to Dr. Brad's “office” wearing my winter coat, glasses, face mask, long sleeve shirt, blue denim gap trousers, white gap briefs, short adidas socks and adidas shoes. Dr. Brad asked me to place my jacket on the couch, and then remove my shoes, shirt, and jeans—everything except for my underwear.
I complied but left my glasses on so I could see, and my mask on for the doctor's protection, since I had a slight cold. I liked that I had a cold because it made me feel a bit weak and vulnerable. I put my shirt and jeans on the coffee table and stuffed my socks into my shoes under the table.
The doctor ushered me into the restroom to give a urine sample in a plastic cup. At first I realized I was blocking his view by how I was holding the cup, so I changed hands. He washed his hands next to me while I was doing this. I handed him the cup about ¼ full.
He thanked me and ushered me into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed. He asked me to follow his finger with my eyes and looked over my head and shoulders. He palpated the lymph nodes under my chin. He apologized that his hands were cold. He asked me to lie down on my back. He apologized that he didn't have his stethoscope. He pressed on my chest with his cold fingers. With my eyes closed, I don't think I would have known the difference. He pulled each arm above my head one at a time and palpated my axilla. He placed each arm back by my side and asked me about my diet, tapped on my abdomen, and palpated each quadrant for tenderness. He asked if that tickled but it didn't. He grabbed each leg and foot and checked the range of motion in my knees. He told me to just relax. Everything felt good. Then he pulled down the front waistband of my briefs to palpate my femoral pulse bilaterally. I lifted my waist up off of the bed so he could pull my underwear off, but he said they were fine where they were. Then he pulled them down to just below my scrotum and said to leave them right there, but as soon as he asked me to walk over to him, I pulled my underwear back up because I didn't want them to get stretched out.
He sat on a low swiveling chair and asked me to pull down my underwear. I pulled them down to about the top of my knees. He asked me to part my legs a little more so he could palpate my scrotum so I stepped out of my briefs and placed them on top of the rest of my clothes. He said it was fine that I did that. He palpated my scrotum and penis and asked me to turn my head. He asked me to cough twice as he palpated each side for a hernia. I couldn't see what he was doing because my mask blocked the view.
Then he apologized that no one likes the next part of the exam. He asked me to bend over at the waist and rest my chest on the bed. He went back into the other room to get his lubricant and gloves and snapped them on. He spread my cheeks for a quick look, lubricated his index finger, and then told me to “just breathe” and inserted his finger fully into my anus. After a quick palpation of the rectal wall, he reinserted his finger and began to massage my prostate. He asked if I was OK. I said yes. He asked me to hold a plastic cup under my penis to catch any fluid expressions. We had discussed beforehand that he would need a sample of ejaculate, so I masturbated my penis to orgasm while he held the cup and captured the sample. After the exam was completed, he tried to remove his finger, but unfortunately the lubricant had dried up, so it was very painful. He asked me to pull away from him. It hurt in the moment but the pain stopped immediately after his finger was removed. It has felt fine since. I don't think there was any damage.
He analyzed the fluid sample and asked me if I drink energy drinks. I said I drink soda and he said he could tell. He thanked me for being a good patient and said I could get dressed.