I attempted to file this as a story but got stymied as to how to do so. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Men’s Clinic – Part 1
Shortly after relocating for a new job, I needed to find another primary care doctor and asked one of my work colleagues about the “Men’s Clinic” near the office. He smiled and said that he had heard good things. Initially, I found this to be less than an enthusiastic endorsement but chalked it up to male embarrassment regarding doctor exams. That night, I went to the clinic’s website and read multiple reviews all attesting to highly professional care for men. I sent along a request for an appointment and five days later I was sitting in the reception area with other men. The idea of a clinic whose services were solely for men made me feel comfortable and special.
I arrived 20 minutes early as requested and filled out necessary paper work. The reception area was quite comfortable though no one was talking. 20 minutes on the dot, a male nurse appeared and motioned for me to follow him through the door and then to the examination corridor a few feet to the left. Once there, I was shocked to see two rows of chairs with male patients sitting there as others walked to exam areas or the bathroom. I wasn’t prepared to see that they were all naked; no one in a gown just some trying to cover with a well placed hand. Soon I was directed into a changing room and handed a basket, “Take everything off and put them in this.” As I paused, I noticed the other four men disrobing and all stalling before they stood their naked handing over their clothing for the nurse to lock away. I mumbled, “Is this necessary?” Soon I was naked, my hand covering over my shriveled penis, as I awkwardly entered the hallway and was taken to the bathroom for a urine sample.
I am a very bashful person when having to urinate in public. This surely would be a challenge. Before attempting to provide a sample, the nurse had to wipe my penis and pulled on it as he wiped its head. Never have I felt so small but looking around I saw all sizes and wasn’t the only one whose penis was missing in action! Once I provided my sample, I was led to the scale and weighed facing out towards all of the others. I stood there helplessly with my hands at my side, and not even a wiggle from my penis! I was then handed a chuck and ordered to sit down. My heart was pounding as I waited and observed.
It felt so intrusive to sit alongside another guy trying to avoid touching elbows while clearly smelling his distress as well. My anxiety intensified as I saw exam areas with no curtains. Each area had men lying on tables undergoing extensive exams. Muffled groans came from each area as well as firm protests but nothing more distressing than seeing men walk slowly holding their bellies while an enema tail trailed behind.
Time moved slowly until my name was called. I followed the nurse and enter my cubicle area sat down. The paper crinkled loudly, and soon had my BP taken, as I was now in full view of those in the hall. It was uncharacteristically high but given the circumstances the nurse intended to take it again. After some questions, he reached for a tube of KY and a thermometer. As directed, I hesitantly laid back and turned onto my side whereupon he dabbed my anus and inserted the glass thermometer. It felt like an eternity and while it registered my penis came to life. Finally it was removed and I was ordered to stand and face the table in order for the nurse to conduct a rectal swab. It was deep and twisting, and then I was asked to get onto the table and lay on my back with my hands behind my head. With that, he has hold of my penis and does a swab, which sends me into fits as I immediately gasp and shrink right away. My body shook as it was done. I quickly grabbed it and squeezed once he had removed the swab and tried to sit up. He shook his head, “NO” and announced that I was to receive a large enema prep.
I began to protest to no avail as a large nozzle was lubed and ready for its insertion. I begged, “Please I never had to do this.” Somehow, I was being turned onto my side despite my hesitation and told, “You are having a full anal exam so this makes it a lot easier. Take a deep breath.” I suddenly felt his finger lubing and entering my passage while I whimpered that I wasn’t expecting all of this. Soon my shock turned to the sudden awareness of the solution enter me without hesitation. A strange sensation for sure. Never before had I experienced this but soon my body began to shake as cramps took over. Now it was clear what the intended purpose of this enema was for as I was helped up to stand and walk to the bathroom with the nozzle still inside me. The nurse held the tail while I limped along gasping and no longer concerned about the state of my shriveled penis!
Like the two men in front of me and the one walking just behind me, the mission was clear, get to the bathroom fast. The pressure was building but the nozzle didn’t move as I later learned that it was inflated to prevent premature ejection. Soon it was being removed and within seconds I sat down and expelled loudly and repeatedly. Once I had finished, I felt better but had to endure a finger exam to make sure all was clear when I returned to the room. Another indignity followed by my receiving a suppository to “help” with the examination.