What do you think caused your medical fetish?

Pretty darn easy to figure this one out as it lives on in my mind yet today. I was 12, maybe 13, with puberty late for me. It’s probably the whole exam as it unfolded… as directed by the nurse, chest bared and belt unbuckled before doctor arrived in the room. All I can remember is my nerves as I knew what would be asked of me and (unwillingly) done to me. Nothing at first, checked eyes, ears, nose, throat, heartbeat, and lungs. The stethoscope was cold on my chest. But next… “lie on your back, arms above your head on the table” and the nurse suppressed my arms against the exam table to keep me from interfering, pants undone, lowered, along with my underwear to my knees. I was uncovered from my head to my knees, as the young nurse held my arms down, and the doctor examined my developing penis and testicles in front of the nurse and my mom. It was so humiliating to be exposed and seen in such a position of submission, lying on my back, during a period of my sexual development. I was already masturbating regularly by then so it almost felt like everyone in the exam room knew. But, to have my arms held down by the nurse as I was examined… sent me off the chart. It is no wonder why being examined by someone is without question my favorite role play and fantasy while masturbating. To this day, I play doctor with myself to evoke the same feelings.

@rodjerkerr I can understand that very well. Do you have any idea why that happened? Did you resist before, or were you not obedient enough?

@rectemp I believe it was probably just standard procedure in my pediatrician’s office. If I were to guess, it may have been done to keep a younger child from interfering with this part of the examination. It could have also been done to hold a younger patient in place or to prevent a sudden reaction as the doctor examined such a sensitive area on the patient’s body. That touch might trigger a sudden response, or perhaps the patient might be a bit jumpy as that touch occurred. It was probably also done to provide some reassurance. I’m sure even at 12 or 13, there was a look of panic on my face as I was told to lie back on the table, knowing this part of my body was going to be exposed. The female nurse’s touch, while meant to provide gentle restraint likely also provided a calming and reassuring touch in these moments of emotional discomfort.

It was my absolute hatred of getting enemas as a child. When I went to jr. high school, we stripped for PE and took showers, so at home I decided to grow up and take showers.

My mother kept the family enema bag in the shower, it was hanging there right in front of me saying, "i dare you." I filled it with water one day, stuck the dry nozzle in my bottom and gave myself my first enema. It grew from my mother's amber latex enema bag, wish I knew the brand, Davel? Also like to play with myself, why else would I have a penis.

I put the blame on Pediatric medicine. The constant ritual like focus on the Abdomen. I don't think I ever had a doctor visit without being Laid back with an Exposed belly being subjected to: auscultation awkwardness, Percussion Embarrassment and having my relaxed abdomen Kneaded like bread dough. Not understanding the emotions you are feeling and just thinking it's totally normal. It made me really hate going to the doctor as I got older. All that plus playing doctor as a kid and always remembering to Prod my patients tummy like I remembered. Later in life seeing my GF undergo a very similar extremely random deep abdominal Palpation during an urgent Care visit cleared up the rest and brought it full circle and fully embrace the awkwardness.

As a child I was sickly and a trip to the doctor wasn't worth it if I didn't end up with at least 5 doses of penicillin injections. Of course, that turned into a cry and the entire staff had to hold me down while the nurse sadistically injected me.

I know exactly when it started.

I was probably 6 or 7 when I first watched The Princess Bride. There’s a torture scene in it where the main male character is hooked up to machines that use water for energy? I guess?. I remember thinking this scene was terrifying but also couldn’t quite understand why it made me want to experience it myself. Looking back this was probably my first experience of feeling ‘horny’.

I didn’t have any other experiences like this until I found myself really into boys love (yaoi) manga when I was around 12 and stumbled upon one called Love Prism (if you’re interested https://nhentai.net/g/9055/). The story includes urethra insertion, bladder incontinence, orgasm denial, piercing, bondage and an overall medical context. I again felt the same urge to experience what the character was put through.

After that I was no longer just seeking out boys love stories but specifically urethra insertion/medical stories, and from there it was a hop skip and jump to enemas, examinations, experiment/modification, and gynaecology themes.

I’ve been an avid consumer of medical fetish hentai manga ever since and it continues to be my main gooning material.

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In my case , (remember, I was born in the mid-40’s), I have had the fetish for almost as long as I’ve been alive. I remember searching through our family medical book (“Modern Medical Counselor”) BEFORE puberty for information about female genitalia, examinations, enemas, douches, etc. As those who read my blog know, enemas have always been a main fetishi for me. Why? I don’t know. My parents probably gave me one or two, but why would I mainly want to GIVE them? Why would I want to conduct exams on women? I know I’m weird, but I’m not sure why. I do like GETTING enemas, and while for some this is a male-male thing, I’m completely straight. My sexual interests have always been females. I also don’t post selfies of my enemas, etc. I like the idea of a female giver, but even more of a receiver. A female backside is to me a thing of beauty. I love the beauty of a woman’s entire body, and if you look at the images I post, you’ll see what I mean. Life is also filled with humor, so I really enjoy the funny, ludicrous (see my avatar) and darkly humorous. At 80+ I’m self aware, but the “why” escapes me about my sexual interests except I know what I like—not exactly why. I can trace behaviors and say to myself, “I obsess over this.” Or I may say to myself, “I’d love to do that, or experience that,” but the exact reason escapes me. At this point I just accept who I am, and try to live the rest of life as well as I can and without bringing harm to people I know & love, or care about—or even to strangers.

Did your interest grow over time or was there a specific instance that led to the interest?

For me there wasn't a single incident, but a build up of experiences that led to the interest.

Posted this in a different thread 14 years ago:

I was about eight or nine and had to have one of my baby eye teeth pulled. The dentist told my parents it was crowding my other teeth. I had never had a tooth extracted before (or since) and I had been told by my parents that the dentist would use a needle to inject a medicine into my gum so I would not feel it being pulled. They said the needle would hurt a bit but quickly pass. When the appointment time came, I was taken into the treatment room and everything was done as usual at the start of an appointment (paper bib, instruments laid out, etc.). Then the dentist came in, reclined the chair way back and checked the tooth again to make sure it was the correct one. I sat there trembling in fear waiting for a large needle to come out and get shoved into my gum. Suddenly I saw hoses appear around my face and what I realized was small rubber mask put on my nose. The dentist said it was giggle gas and that it would put the tooth to sleep. Then he said to breath in and out deeply. I complied and would hear the occasional "in and out deeply". Once heard him say "fill up the balloon" but I could not see any balloon, which the dentist may not have realized was outside my field of vision. I kept breathing as instructed and started feeling like I was vibrating and floating above the chair. Then I felt a sharp tug on my jaw along with a crunching sound but I do not recall feeling any pain. Next I heard, "you are now breathing pure oxygen". I kept breathing as told and after about five minutes, the mask and hoses were removed and I noticed I had a bloody piece of gauze in my mouth. The nurse removed it and put in a clean piece and told me to leave it there for half an hour while I walked home.

The whole experience of fear, the reclined chair, the rubber mask and hoses, and the lightheaded euphoric feeling from the gas really imprinted on me resulting in my love of the black rubber anesthesia mask. I only had nitrous one other time twelve years after that when I had to have a broken tooth fixed but it was not as exciting as that first time. In fact, I probably would have been better off with Novocain.

It was getting rectal temperatures and suppositories from mom , and at the pediatrician/ hospital emergency room.. mom was big on rectal thermometer up to age of 12 then not so much . But suppositories was a must for vomiting nausea or fever then those long slender suppository sticks for constipation .the fact I had a rectal thermometer in my butt at 15 at the emergency room with out privacy and a nurse giving me a suppository

When I was nine I had three days of sever constipation and ended up in the hospital. Long and short of it they solve the issue with 2 high enemas. After that I felt assume. All my other sisters all older than me by 4-10 years. They got enemas any any given time for who knows what. Because I was always regular my mom never gave me one. So I was naturally curious has to how they worked. After this hospital stay I got my answer. After that I was regular again so no more enemas. My mom was very diligent in asking me emery day "Did you have a premovement"?. I said yes until somewhere when I was 12 and again 13 years old, where she then gave me an enema to solve the problem. after that she said you will do your own if you have any problems. I always feel great after all of them. I am now 71 years old and because of medical needs I enjoy them each time. Don't know if it is afetish?

I think it is mandatory exams. I had many of them, starting with school, then for military/civil service, at university, employment related. Mostly female doctors and staff, unpleasant, embarrassing and humiliating examinations involving undressing, nudity, lack of privacy.

Definitely childhood exams and wondering what the girls went through.

When i was little i had many doctor and dental visits that started to grow from fear to liking it

I think my medical fetish began during a stage of childhood development when I first started to experience feelings of shame.

Painful penis examinations from my pediatrician... Forced nudity and embarassement. Genital surgery I undergo when child.

I think my interest developed from playing Doctors and Nurses with the girl next door, which seems to be a bit of a common theme. It was then further developed when I found a medical handbook which I spent hours looking at during my teenaged years leading to a procedural content during solo masturbation sessions often using items from around the house to provide stimulation to my anal and genital areas. It’s all gone on from there really along with a preference to be completely naked during play sessions.

When I was about ten I often went to play with a girl a year older who lived nearby. For what reason I don't know but there was a drawer full of soft red rubber tubing in her father's shed. Different diameters & lengths. No doctor / nurse role play, she just liked sticking them places...😮😃

Honestly, I don't know. From early childhood, I had two sides to me. First, I was terrified of doctors (and especially injections). This fear was somewhat irrational, as I wasn't afraid of pain. I got into a lot of fights and was constantly covered in bruises and scrapes. The main thing was that the source of the pain wasn't the syringe.

On the other hand, I loved playing doctor. In my childhood games, I was always the doctor, reenacting the most painful scenes, like giving injections and drawing blood.

When I became a teenager, this acquired a sexual connotation. I became sexually aroused by imagining scenes with a male doctor and a female patient. It seems I'm a pervert by nature.

Weirdly not much actual medical experience. I never really liked the dentist as a kid but some of the first porn I accidentally stumbled across was MedFet and I think that sealed it.

It was probably playing "Doctor/Nurse" with some kids in the neighborhood during childhood. That play wasn't very much about simulating a real exam, it was more about seeing something that you might not normally see... your friends with their pants down! The "Patient" would pull down (or the Doctor or Nurse would do it) his or her underpants and we would all take a look in front and, especially, around the back. Back then bare butts always seemed far more interesting than genitalia! The Doctor would often have the patient bend over and spread their buttcheeks apart... exposing the very scary and forbidden anus. Occasionally, a rectal temp was taken using the plastic thermometer from the toy Doctor/Nurses kit that was a popular item and that most kids had. (Okay, not a very sanitary thing to do, but who knew!)

We all seemed to enjoy that level of exposure. I definitely know that I did. For some reason that play stopped as we reached puberty, likely because we all felt more shy about our rapidly maturing bodies. Some of us old friends, along with some newer ones, picked up on it again in our teens. It was far more erotic then, but never really sexual, and, whenever possible, there was much more exposure, with the patient getting completely naked for the Doctor and Nurse, plus being more intimately touched (cocks and pussies, boobs and butts) during the exam, while the rest of us watched what was taking place. We all took turns being Doctor, Nurse, and patient.

In the years that followed, even into adulthood, whenever possible, I continued to engage in it, as either the patient or the Doctor. It's always been exciting and satisfying.

I think it was my school medical in the 80’s

It was in what we called the third year. So would have been 13/14. The year I was in was all boys although the school had started letting girls into the year below so after 5 years it would be totally co-ed.

My parents had received a letter from the school and despite my protests they signed the consent form.

When the day came, they had put aside a room in the admin block. (The admin block was also where you got sent for bad behaviour. They called it going to the hall of the house. The head would see you in there and you had to explain why but I digress.)

Anyway, appointments were 10 mins apart. So you had one boy being examined, one undressing/waiting and one who had just finished getting dressed.

Room was split by some dividers. The school secretary (Miss Robinson, a mid 30’s lady who had plainly missed her calling as a stern Librarian) was sat one side and checked you in.

I was told to take everything off except my pants and wait. This was in front of Miss Robinson which was quite uncomfortable.

After about 5 minutes the boy in front came out, and I was called in by Nitty Nora (as we called the school nurse.) It was all pretty mundane. Height, weight, reflexes. Stretch up, bend down, touch your toes blah blah.

I knew what was coming next.. “Take your pants off please”. She did the cough cough test and was about to check out the Crown Jewels when I heard Miss Robinson say “Hold on, I’ll just ask her” with that she just walked round while I was totally naked and started asking Nitty Nora about some piece of admin. Nitty Nora just carried on the exam as she answered her.

Miss Robinson went back and answered whoever it was. By this time the nurse had finished and told me to pull my pants back up.

Miss Robinson reappeared and just stood there waiting while Nitty Nora finished off by asking about toilet habits, how often etc. She didn’t ask directly about masturbation but it was something like “Have you started producing sperm ?” I went red and mumbled that I was”. She then went into how important hygiene was and to make sure I cleaned myself afterwards. I literally wanted the ground to swallow me up. It was embarrassing enough anyway but in front of Miss Robinson, I was mortified.

I couldn’t wait to get out of there but looking back, I’m sure this was the trigger for me.

Miss Robinson reappeared and just stood there waiting while Nitty Nora finished off by asking about toilet habits, how often etc. She didn’t ask directly about masturbation but it was something like “Have you started producing sperm ?” I went red and mumbled that I was”. She then went into how important hygiene was and to make sure I cleaned myself afterwards. I literally wanted the ground to swallow me up. It was embarrassing enough anyway but in front of Miss Robinson, I was mortified. .

Since you were 13/14, the nurse probably figured that you're producing one way or another. If not by masturbation, then probably involuntarily by nocturnal emissions., etc. And then the importance of cleaning yourself up afterwards. Even if it meant having to get up in the middle of the night and sneak a trip to the bathroom, ever so quietly.

With Miss Robinson there, making you feel mortified, there's a curiosity to see what that looked like. Was she looking straight at you, giving the impression she was all eyes and ears (particularly ears). Would it put things in her mind, from there forward. That you have started ejaculating, and are now somewhat of a sexual being. And would that play on her mind when she sees you subsequently to this appointment.

From my first examination where they had to look below the belt I knew

Since you were 13/14, the nurse probably figured that you're producing one way or another. If not by masturbation, then probably involuntarily by nocturnal emissions., etc. And then the importance of cleaning yourself up afterwards. Even if it meant having to get up in the middle of the night and sneak a trip to the bathroom, ever so quietly.

With Miss Robinson there, making you feel mortified, there's a curiosity to see what that looked like. Was she looking straight at you, giving the impression she was all eyes and ears (particularly ears). Would it put things in her mind, from there forward. That you have started ejaculating, and are now somewhat of a sexual being. And would that play on her mind when she sees you subsequently to this appointment.

I get the bit about hygiene but it was just super embarrassing having to admit it. This was in the 80’s when it wasn’t really talked about like it is now. Our sex-ed in those day was very functional. This is a man, this is a woman & this is how a baby is made. Not really anything else.

Miss Robinson was following the conversation but she was just really waiting for the nurse to finish her questions and advice to me before talking to her.

Now, I realise the idea of a 13/14 year old boy masturbating would almost certainly not have been a shock to her and that every boy was probably doing it. I doubt it even crossed her mind the next time she saw me but from my point of view, the thought that she had not only seen me naked but also knew my most private and at the time, shameful secret really played on my mind.

I can tell you what caused it, but it’s not a pretty story.

I was subjected to ritualize sexual abuse every month for a year by an endocrinologist. He did it as if it was part of the examination, and a 12 years of age I didn’t know that you don’t get your penis checked every time you go to a doctor and that if you do get it checked, it shouldn’t take 20 minutes. I hated it. At the same time, the physical sensations were the most intense things I had ever experienced in my life, and I was erect every time I was abused.

I had not yet had an orgasm. One night I woke up and found myself sort of humping my bedsheets. I began to experience intense sexual feelings, and I only had one context to put them in and that was that’s what I felt during the molestation sessions. I didn’t know I was going to have an orgasm. I didn’t know there was such a thing. But as I built towards orgasm, my very first, the only context I had for those sexual feelings was being on that examining table getting molested. I had my very first orgasm, picturing myself being manipulated by the doctor, although I did make one change in my mind, and that was to add a female nurse to the scenario. The bottom line is I had my first orgasm, imagining a doctor playing with my penis in front of a female nurse. That’s what started it.

I have always been adventurous about my self exploration, even now. I’ll try anything once. When I was young, I would use a straightened bobbie pin to explore my urethra, a rinsed out shampoo bottle to squirt water into my urethra or rectum.

I think my first time I recognized any medical fetish was when I was 20 and had a car accident. Due to the severity, one of the procedures they did was to insert a Foley catheter in my penis. Once I was awake and out of the ICU, about day 7, I realized I had a tube in my penis. I would play with it when no one was looking. About day 9, I had been edging myself because I didn’t know if was supposed to ejaculate. The nurse removed it and I was released the next day.

... the thought that she had not only seen me naked but also knew my most private and at the time, shameful secret really played on my mind.

If she had been given the impression that you had started masturbating, with the way she presents herself in both appearance and demeanor, could she have thought that maybe you had masturbated to her imagery in your mind at one point? "He's begun masturbating. He has to spend a certain amount of time with me almost everyday, with out of control hormones"

As impractical, unrealistic, obsolete, and socially objectionable as they are by modern standards, institutional group CFNM scenarios from the old days really push all my right buttons for some reason. That's MY medical fetish. One on one just doesn't have the same impact.