When I was about twenty-seven years old, and serving in the military, I had a condition for which my doctor wanted a complete picture of my plumbing, from my bladder to the tip of my cock. I was scheduled for this imaging procedure at the base hospital urology clinic. Since there was never any consideration as to cost, military doctors ordered any test at the drop of a hat. This procedure involved forcing a contrast liquid backward through my urinary tract until my bladder was filled and then taking x-ray images.
When I arrived at the clinic, it was very early in the morning. The receptionist was a black woman I would estimate about forty or so years old. When I gave her my name, she suddenly perked up and said, "“Oh! I’m supposed to assist with your procedure.” I was directed to a dressing room to remove my clothes and don a flimsy gown (they close in the back). When I entered the imaging room there were two other people; a white woman of about fifty, and the black woman receptionist.
Now, in the military, they would have definitely had a woman chaperone if the patient were a woman and the technician were a man; however, the patient being a man and the technician being a woman, the chaperone was a woman. I supposed this was to protect the technician from me. Did they really need the receptionist to do this procedure? Did she have any medical training or qualifications at all?
I was directed to climb up and lie on my side on this table. The technician explained that she was going to use something called a “Brodney Clamp” to fill my bladder with the contrast liquid. (Did she say “CLAMP”??! WTF?)
A Brodney Clamp, I learned, is a steel device with two arms and a small funnel-type tool. The curved arms were placed around the shaft of my penis and adjusted firmly, just aft of the glans. The funnel was positioned with the pointy end into my meatus. The funnel was adjusted deeply into my meatus, forming a water-tight seal by an adjustment pushing it deeper while the arms gripped my shaft , using the rim of my glans as a stop.
Now, let me say that at this point I was completely flaccid and found nothing erotic about the situation. I just figured that they must be short staffed enough to need the receptionist to help out in this situation. I was hoping I could avoid getting an erection, and given the situation, I felt relatively confident in this. I felt a bit humiliated, but this is sort of the normal state of things in military service. You do as you’re told and trust the system. Check your dignity at the door.
They connected a supply tube to the other side of the funnel device and began to flow the contrast liquid into my urethra. The liquid filled my bladder to an uncomfortably full state. After a while I began to sense that my penis had become fully erect. The combination of my full bladder and the sensations of the clamp gave me an involuntary erection.
I can tell you that I did NOT feel amorous or horny. I felt uncomfortable; physically and emotionally. It suddenly occurred to me that these women had forcibly made my penis erect, and that they were enjoying the view. I was repositioned a number of times (clamp in place) while they took their various images (X-ray only, I hoped).
When they were “satisfied” they disconnected the tube and clamp and told me that I could go to the adjoining restroom toilet to empty my bladder. I was quite mortified that I now had to hop off of this table and parade across the room with my painfully erect cock on full display. The gown was too short (I’m tall) and offered no concealment. Much to my shock, they did not turn away to attend to their equipment. They both stood there staring at my equipment (“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer! Oh wait. You just did.”).
Any of the men reading this can understand the difficulty of trying to empty the bladder in this condition. The penis, having two main functions, has a “switch” of sorts in the prostate that shuts off the flow of urine (function 1) when the penis is fully erect (function 2). It took some time to coax that valve open, and then to empty the contrast liquid from my system.
When I emerged from the restroom, my erection had substantially subsided, but my penis was still in a “tumescent” state. The ladies were still in the room and quite obviously looking at my junk as I walked across the imaging room to get to the dressing room.
As the procedure was in progress, I didn’t feel anything erotic about it. I didn’t really know what to expect, and one thing flowed into the next far too quickly for me to fully process it. But, as time went on, reliving the procedure (probably as sexually invasive as a man can experience in a clinical setting), I began to get aroused by the memories.
The technician had seen enough of these procedures to know what was going to happen to a healthy young man. Had she shared this in advance with the receptionist? Was the receptionist’s seeming exuberance due to her prurient interest in causing me a full erection for her to examine on the table? Were these two women, past their prime, reveling in their position of power over this strapping young man? I’ll never know the answers to these questions, but they’re fun to secretly contemplate. I’ve never discussed this with any living soul, not even my wife. But, more than thirty years later, I do think about it from time to time.
Thanks for reading. I hope you have enjoyed this post. What are your thoughts? I’m most interested to hear from women what they think regarding the possible motivations of these women, and the appropriateness, or lack thereof, of their conduct.