Have You Ever Been Demonstrated On

Only once. I was in the hospital for a few nights and a doctor woke me up in the middle of the night to give me an EKG. I was really out of it because I had been sleeping, but he gestured behind him to maybe four other people and asked me if it was okay if they watched. I guess they were med students or something like that. I wasn't in any position to refuse since I was so disoriented I just went along with it. I was only wearing a pair of underwear because that's how I usually sleep. I had the sheet pulled up so they couldn't see anything but I had to lower it so he could do the EKG and yes I'm sure they all saw my boobs. I felt really exposed and so the next night I made sure to wear a t-shirt and loose pants to bed just in case.

Now that I think about it, I was demonstrated on for some minor surgery when in my mid 20s. It was for an infected big toe nail, which had been a thorn in my side (actually my foot) ever since I was 13. It kept on getting infected and would at times hurt like hell, especially if anyone stepped on it or I was playing sports, however wimpy I managed to be. Up close, up at its worst, it would smell like what I imagine gangrene to be.

Anyway, a colleague of my wife offered to take care of it. It was done in a sort of examination room, not a real operating room. The doctor came in with some 10 or so medical students to observe. It really wasn't much of a show I suppose. I was laying down and couldn't see anything and felt sort of like a fool for having something so minor shown to med students. I know I made an effort to look nonchalant about the whole thing. I did feel rather silly for wearing a gown just to have my stupid toe cut open a bit. Seemed like overkill to me. But I kept smiling and showing it didn't bother me or hurt at all.

The pain came later, at home when the anesthetic wore off. Wow, almost went up the walls.

This was not “being demonstrated on” exactly but… A later consequence of the events that I mentioned in my first posting in this thread is that the cousin who suffered from phimosis was eventually circumcised. My own mother was curious to see the result and, however uncouth and intrusive this may seem, asked her sister to be able to have a look. So my cousin had to show his circumcised penis to my mother, who commented that it looked so much cleaner.

Yes indeed. Back in the 1980s I was having intestinal issues and was worried because my mother had died from colon cancer. My doctor recommended I have a barium enema. Now I don't mind barium or any other kinds of enemas. I felt strange though when, during the procedure I had several female observers in the room. Most of of them were very unobtrusive in their reactions but there was this one who was extremely attractive. I was in a position that I could watch her expression which struck me as an “I can't believe I am watching this” expression. I wonder whatever happened to her.

Never. But it’s a fantasy of mine. It involves certain female friends as the nurses.

Looking back, I wish I’d proposed the playing doctor idea to a couple of them when we were younger. Teenagers. I would have volunteered to be the patient. I think we were too immature then to do it but I wish we had. The idea of K holding my cheeks wide apart while R lubricates my little pink hole then inserts the thermometer, oooo I wish we’d done that!

I do remember having an ear procedure done at a teaching hospital. There were at least five students or interns observing. Nothing sexy about that example!

Do you include trainee situation in “demonstrated on”?

When I had my bike accident there was a time when a student nurse was asked to perform a procedure (changing bandages) on me. They asked for my consent. She was watched upon by a trainer, who took notes of what was rightly and wrongly done. The trainee was very nervous.

The thing is, they have protocols and procedures and many things have to be done in the right order to “flow” correctly, and due to nervousness she started to forget a step, which had to be redone, but then she became more nervous etc.

Yes I saw a dr for an exam prior to a colonoscopy. She had me on my side and did a DRE. Then asked if I was ok with some trainees observing and doing the proceedure. I agreed and she returned with several femaleswho each proceeded to do a DRE under the Dr.s supervision

In nursing school I was demonstrated on, and at parties I am frequently used as a demonstration model.

A couple of years ago I had abdominal surgery. The older admissions nurse took me back to a pre-op room and had me change into a gown in an attached bathroom. When I came out there was a young girl standing there wearing scrubs. The older nurse introduced her as a nursing student who would be observing my procedure that day. She didn't leave my side until I was taken up to my hospital room many hours later. So technically it was just an observation, not exactly a demonstration.

Many years ago I had an emergency appendectomy that got infected and required more surgeries and a lengthy hospital stay. My surgeon left the wound open to heal better. A couple days after my last surgery, he came in and said he was going to clean it out. He brought in every available nurse on the floor to observe. I was petrified because I had no idea what to expect. I remember there were about 6 or 7 younger girls standing around my bed hooking me up to machines before he gave me some sedation, right there in my hospital room bed. A couple of days later, one of my regular nurses was talking to me about cool she thought it was too observe the procedure. She pretty much had me grossed out.

Yes one time when I was a little boy my mom knew I wasn't feeling well and she told my friend to stay downstairs and she said why don't you come downstairs and lay on the couch and I ended up getting a rectal temp right in front of her company it was kind of embarrassing but because I was little it might not have been much embarrassing but I still know I was getting something put in my mommy in front of another person it was not in the family

I am not sure if this would be considered a “Demonstration” but my mother has always been in the exam room during my teenage years. The doctor would always have me in my undies (Normally hanes undies) it was in the 80's and the exam room was small so my mother had full view. The doctor would always examine my genitals and remove my undies and most of the time I would have an erection as he would take a while examining my penis which was erect and throbbing most times.

My penis was always sensitive and as he would palpate the shaft of my penis and feel my penis, I would ejaculate. This was common for me and embarrassing having my mother in the exam room watching.

The doctor and my mother would have private meetings and I remember one time, he gave my mother booklets regarding boys development, masturbation in boys, puberty in boys. I am not sure what he said, but that is when I had my home inspection where my mother would inspect my penis at home.

During one visit, he had my mother stand next to him and he pointed out my “growth & development” did the tanner stages and explain to my mother the size of my testicles…and while the whole time explaining this to her, he was touching my penis and palpating it. He showed my mother my frenulum and explain to her that I have a very sensitive frenulum and asked her if she was doing the home inspections…I remember she told him that she started (which she did) and he told her to just hold the base of my penis and feel the frenulum using a lube or just dry and he took my mother's pointer finger and told her to rub it slowly as he was holding the base. I remember I came and my sperm just oozed out.

My mother removed her finger and the doctor cleaned me up and I waited in the waiting room as he had his private meeting with my mother. What was said…I have no clue…but my home inspections continued and my exams.

He showed my mother my frenulum and explain to her that I have a very sensitive frenulum and asked her if she was doing the home inspections…I remember she told him that she started (which she did) and he told her to just hold the base of my penis and feel the frenulum using a lube or just dry and he took my mother's pointer finger and told her to rub it slowly as he was holding the base. I remember I came and my sperm just oozed out.

My mother removed her finger and the doctor cleaned me up and I waited in the waiting room as he had his private meeting with my mother. What was said…I have no clue…but my home inspections continued and my exams.

Did you ejaculate during your mother's “home inspections”?

@mboyd77 Fascinating. Never read about anything like this before.

How often did your mother do this to you at home?

Did you always ejaculate?

At what age did she stop doing this to you?

I had 2 playdocs at one time and one showed the other how to give injections in my but.

Long time ago in my early forties I had a physical. I complained about a rash/itch around my ribs ad back, dry winter air in Colorado. he said roseolla or something like that (don’t remember exactly). I was dressed with my shirt off. Asked if I would mind if a student - maybe an intern checked me out. No problem. He left and an attractive female doc came in and asked some general health questions. Then looked at the rash and said it was something she wasn’t familiar with. I mouthed to her what the doc said it was. She smiled and when the doc came back in she reiterated to him what I told her and smiled at me.

Funny but not sexual or embarrassing

Yep! Ask @flalovin about it 😃 Super fun 😃

During one visit, he had my mother stand next to him and he pointed out my “growth & development” did the tanner stages and explain to my mother the size of my testicles…and while the whole time explaining this to her, he was touching my penis and palpating it. He showed my mother my frenulum and explain to her that I have a very sensitive frenulum and asked her if she was doing the home inspections…I remember she told him that she started (which she did) and he told her to just hold the base of my penis and feel the frenulum using a lube or just dry and he took my mother's pointer finger and told her to rub it slowly as he was holding the base. I remember I came and my sperm just oozed out.

My mother removed her finger and the doctor cleaned me up and I waited in the waiting room as he had his private meeting with my mother. What was said…I have no clue…but my home inspections continued and my exams.

It sounds like your mother really enjoyed your “penis inspections.”

Seriously, there is no reason for a mother to be jerking off her son like that especially since the doctor did not say there were any problems.

@mboyd77 Fascinating. Never read about anything like this before.

How often did your mother do this to you at home?

Did you always ejaculate?

At what age did she stop doing this to you?

My home inspections started once a week and as I got older about 3-4X per week. I did ejaculate. My penis is very sensitive to the touch so it didn't take long for me to get an erection and to ejaculate. This started around 12years old up until I was 18 and moved away.

My home inspections started once a week and as I got older about 3-4X per week.

Did you ever tell friends or schoolmates about this? Ask if they too were being examined in a similar manner at home?

It sounds like your mother really enjoyed your “penis inspections.”

Seriously, there is no reason for a mother to be jerking off her son like that especially since the doctor did not say there were any problems.

You are correct with your statement. I am a victim of “mother son” sexual abuse. Its common around the world and my mother had a lot of mental issues. Not only abused by my mother but also by the doctor. Please don't get me wrong, there was no out right “sex” between my doctor or my mother, just a lot of inspections and unnecessary exams that should not happen.

As you young boy, I did not know any better since my mother told me its normal for doctors to give an exam and she made it out as if there was something wrong with my penis so I was told things that wasn't true but that is part of being victimized. As I got older, I refused to go to a doctor, I had sever panic attacks, and it took a lot of therapy to get to this point in life to accept what happen was wrong. The doctor since has passed away along with my mother. I was sexually abused growing up, by the doctor, my mother and at times my mothers boyfriend (on occasion). However, with all this being said, since this has been my sexual experience…I am a gay man, I am into medical fetish, into all sorts of kinky handjobs, into wearing and seeing other guys in hanes white brief undies….and I have become more of a sexual deviant from this experience (the outcome of what I endured).

I have been fortunate enough to be the giver and receiver of many “demonstration" enemas. Some lately on Zoom, but many many live ones at parties or E-fests. It is amazing how many men's groups love to watch me take a full enema and cum. I am usually th life of the party then!

Did you ever tell friends or schoolmates about this? Ask if they too were being examined in a similar manner at home?

I came from a very small town and I was VERY embarrassed and ashamed. I knew it was wrong but I had no control over what was happening to me at the time.

I did have a friend, his name was Raymond that has the same doctor. He lived down the street from me and he too had to wear his tighty whities around the house and he too had home inspections. We both were friends and we both shared our story and experiences. The only reason why I knew he had the same doctor is because I saw him there in the medical clinic a few times.

There were other boys and girls but I never asked or was told or shared my experiences or heard there experiences regarding the doctor.

No I was never demonstrated on growing up

Growing up mom was the primary caretaker of the family. As my older sisters matured mom taught each of them how to take rectal temperatures since they would need this knowledge when they had their own children. Since I was the youngest, I was the one to be demonstrated on. I didn't mind, since I was the youngest, and I knew each of my sisters would be gentle as mom was, and that they would be able to use the knowledge when they had their own children. One sister wanted to go into the medical career field of pediatrics so moms teaching would be a great learning process. Mom showed my sisters the procedure she used for taking my rectal temperature. When this was done, I was always undressed to my underwear. Mom then told me to lay facedown on my bed, or on a sheet that was spread on the livingroom floor with my arms at my side. The rectal thermometer, vaseline, and tissues were already prepositioned on my dresser, or nearby table on a tray for easy access. Mom always said pre-preparation was always best. This would make it an easier learning process for each sister. Mom also had developed a schedule so each sister would get equal opportunity when it was time for my rectal temperature checks. However, as it turned out, each time I had my rectal temperature taken by one sister, the other sisters were there to watch. So my rectal temperature was checked several times so each sister would be proficient and comfortable with the procedure. Mom watched and offered suggestions during each rectal temperature check. She had created a notebook with information on all my rectal temperature checks, and other issues. She let each sister look through the notebook to see the history of all my rectal temperature checks, and other issues. She told each sister to add any information that could be used by her other sisters. She also told them that she took the notebook to the doctor clinics, and showed to the nurses there. She said they were very impressed by the charted history of all my rectal temperature checks, and other added information that mom had added over the years. They also recommended bringing the notebook to every appointment and checkup. They said they would recommend this process to every patients parent as a positive process for good health. Each sister followed moms guidance, but developed their own unique methods for my rectal temperature checks. One sister was left-handed, so her procedures were a little different from mom and my other sisters. Another sister used to always remove my underwear completely. This happened because the elastic in my underwear was worn out. She noticed this as she was lowering my underwear to below my knees. She said lets just take these off all the way for now, and I will get you another pair after your rectal temperature check is done. It didn't seem any different than the other times when my underwear was at or below my knees. Although there was no elastic band pressure against the back of my legs, or the crumpled bunch under the front of my legs. The other sisters also noticed this when they stopped by my bedroom to watch her procedure. They said that it was a good decision to continue without the underwear, since it would be a less stress issue, after a calming conversation with me. She told mom about the incident, and mom agreed, said it was okay, and whatever was easier for her, comfortable for me, and that the rectal temperature was done. Again learning from this incident and other moments, each sisters procedure could be a different in how they lowered my underwear, different process for lubricating the rectal thermometers pear-shaped bulb and glass rod, slight changes in the ways they spread my bottomcheeks apart for the rectal thermometer insertion, the gentle touch of my bottomhole with the rectal thermometers lubricated pear-shaped bulb, unique twirling of the rectal thermometer once it was inside my bottomhole, different hand placements on my lowerback or bottomcheek area, the words spoken during the rectal temperature procedure ie; you are being a good boy, just relax, you know I am gentle, this won't take long, only a few more minutes, almost done, I have taken your rectal temperature like this before, take a deep breath and slowly let it out, turn your head to watch the clock on the wall or the television, look at the pictures on the wall, okay let me check your rectal temperature, I need you to undress to your underwear, laydown on your tummy with your arms at your side, I am going to have my sister recheck your rectal temperature after I finish, we will recheck your rectal temperature in 2 hours, let me wipe the vaseline from your bottomhole, okay all done, you can get up and slide your underwear back up to your waist, if your rectal temperature is this high when your other sister takes it, I will let mom know, and we will need to go to the doctor/clinic to have the nurses recheck your rectal temperature, and possibly give you a shot in your bottom so you don't get any sicker. For my rectal temperatures I was always laying on my tummy, arms at my side, underwear at or below my knees. The rectal thermometer pear-shaped bulb and glass rod lubricated, my bottomcheeks were spread with finger and thumb process, as the rectal thermometer slid into my bottomhole. Once positioned, fingers and thumb were removed from spreading my bottomcheeks. Then as the rectal thermometer was held in my bottomhole, the other hand was placed on my lowerback, or bottom cheeks area to keep me still. I could feel the rectal thermometer being twirled numerous times during the rectal temperature check. The rectal temperature check always lasted 5 minutes. When completed, the finger and thumb spread apart my bottomcheeks, and the rectal thermometer was withdrawn from my bottomhole. The rectal thermometer was read, and placed on a prepositioned tissue. From there several tissues were picked up, and my bottomcheeks were again spread by the finger and thumb, as the vaseline was cleaned from my bottomhole area. After this, I was told I could pull up my underwear to my waist, and get up from the bed, or sheet on the livingroom floor. As the rectal temperature readings were documented in the notebook, I was also told my rectal temperature check would be rechecked in 2 hours by another sister.

Yes , super humiliating and very erotic

I had a Brazilian wax of my junk where the gal performing the procedure asked if she could let another gal watch and learn. I agreed and the senior taught the junior how to do it. It was pretty erotic.

Well, when I was a teen, about 15yo, a group of visiting dermatologists from overseas were invited by my skin specialist to look me over. By the end of their exam, I was practically - or actually, I don't recall - nude. (The rash was on most parts of my body. It went away by my late teenage, thank goodness.)

Does that count as an answer to the question? I vaguely feel that there may have been another instance of such a thing, years later. But, if so, it has eluded my memory. Not sure why.

- Ken

My wife had a pretty unusual plastic surgery to take a muscle flap out of her leg to cover a hole in her skull. The plastic surgeon brought in 4-5 other doctors during her post-op follow up to “show-off” his work!

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I have strabismus in both of my eyes. All 4 muscles of each eye are affected. I also have a moderate astigmatism in each eye with being nearsighted. This combination makes it unique to give me a correct refraction. My eyes are also not able to receive the dilation drops. It’s not unusual for the ophthalmologist to ask me if other physicians, fellows, residents, students, techs, nurses etc can examine my eyes for experience. I usually say yes.