I posted this in another thread here several years ago, but I've been in stirrups more than once, wouldn't mind experiencing it again for an exam -
"I've had two exams in stirrups (I'm a guy), both times at urologist's offices, both times for a cystoscopy, both times 40-something and dealing with BPH (which was mild, but they went ahead and operated anyway.) First time, I was shown in, assistant told to me to take everything off, gave me a sheet to cover my midsection (fell off in no time), pretty nurse or assistant then returned and asked me to get up on the exam table and slide myself down to the end where the stirrups were mounted high on each side. She positioned me little more than 1 foot from the end, then asked me to lie back and raise my legs toward my stomach - she then grabbed each leg by knee and ankle, hung them in the stirrups, stood back to look (everything in plain view), held my hips and asked me to slowly slide down toward her a little more. I did; at that point, my knees were spread wide and not quite even with my midsection, pucker was wide open and feeling a breeze. Great Kodak moment.
The urologist entered shortly; the nurse held my dick and squeezed Novocaine or some numbing agent in the slit and down the shaft, the Dr. went in immediately after with a long lighted scope and spend 5-10 minutes pushing it in then withdrawing it slightly, watching the show on a screen at his elbow at the same time. Dr C withdrew the scope and started to type notes as the nurse was cleaning me up somewhat, when he announced in his heavy accent, "Prostate exam!" like he'd forgotten to do one. Quick gloves on and in went his finger for just few seconds, then we were finished. The nurse let me out of the stirrups, gave me a small towel to clean up with, and I got dressed and slunk out hoping never to see either of them again.
Second one a few years later, friendly uro trying to determine what kind of damage I'd been left - same thing: in, undress completely and up on the table, this office seemed to be all male and nice guys but handled me more roughly/firmly? than the female nurses did; laid out wide-open in stirrups again but at this point I didn't think much about it, they had the same equipment & if they wanted to compare, fine.
Wasn't that uncomfortable, except as the scoping went on for awhile, my legs were starting to cramp up and my attempts to try to find a less-painful spot were starting to cause problems as I couldn't stay still any longer."
The first DRE with me on my back was pretty memorable, and that the doctor with the heavy accent seemed to have a very big finger he inserted quickly but very firmly, stayed with me.