About 25 years ago I offered massage services in the evening, after my regular work schedule.
I advertised in a local gay newspaper, and part of my services was giving my clients a complete medical check-up, and usually giving them an enema to be sure they were clean when they left my home. I had a spare bedroom set up as an exam room, including an exam table complete with stirrups.
One day a younger gentleman, in his mid-30s, made an appointment. When he arrived, took him into the exam room, asked him to undress and put on the gown I offered him, then left the room. I noticed that he seemed somewhat nervous and apprehensive. I chalked it up to the fact that this was probably his first time having a play exam.
When I walked back into the room, he had the gown on, still wearing his socks. He had bright red hair, and I was always fascinated by the sight of red pubic hair. I started his exam with the usual heart, blood pressure, temperature (oral), then asked him to lie on his back. I placed a small sheet over him, from the abdomen to mid-thigh. Then I pulled up his gown to his chest. I observed and palpated his abdomen, moving slowly down to the pubic area. When I started to palpate his inguinal area, I brushed up against his testicles, and he kind of squirmed a bit, as though he was surprised at the sudden intimate touch.
I proceeded to examine his penis and testicles, and I watched his face. He kept his eyes closed the whole time. Then I asked him to turn over onto his side. I lifted the back of his gown, and separated his buttocks to get a good look at his anus. He had a lot of reddish hair around his anus, so I started to insert my lubricated finger into his butt. He had obviously never been examined there before, and he tightened his rectal muscles, and then for a moment I thought he was going to stop the exam, but reluctantly he let the finger go in. He moaned throughout the entire rectal exam, but he DID allow it!
After the exam was over, I told him I felt quite a bit of fecal matter in his bottom (a line I almost always gave to my patients). I told him I would need to clean him out. He looked a bit confused at first, but then I told him I would just be giving him a simple enema. I could tell he was trying to decide whether or not to allow me to do that to him.
He did agree, however. What I did NOT tell him was that when I gave enemas, I put my patient into stirrups, administered the enema with the patient on his back, and then, after the enema was totally injected into the patient, I would then place a bedpan under them. They would usually be so embarrassed and humiliated that they would be taking a poop with the doctor watching their butthole they initially would try to resist, but the need and urgency to let the water out became too powerful, and once the water and poop started to come out, all they could do was moan in embarrassment, trying to cover their faces with their arms. Some of them even sobbed, especially when they would involuntarily pass loud farts, and when they could feel a large turd coming out of them. When they would finally be done moving their bowels, I would wipe their butts, help them up, and send them to the bathroom to finish and clean up.
After this redheaded young man came out of the bathroom, I could see he was completely exhausted, and still somewhat embarrassed. I asked him to have a seat on the sofa in the living room, hoping to get an idea of his experience, whether it was a good one or a bad one for him.
What he told me completely floored me. He told me he was a real doctor. I was skeptical at first because I couldn't understand why a real doctor would visit a play doctor. He told me he had always wondered what it felt like to be on the receiving end of an embarrassing exam.
After he left I started checking on his story. He told me where he worked, a clinic I was well aware of. It turned out he had told me the truth. In fact, a few months later I visited that clinic when I was being bothered by an ulcer, and, lo and behold, in walks Gary (my patient). He was somewhat surprised, but not to bothered by the fact that I had verified that he was a real doctor.
We maintained a brief friendship, but after hearing some of the stories he had told me, I was wary of getting too close to this man. He told me stories of how he had taken advantage of some male patients, including when one of his male patients happened to be from a middle eastern country. He assumed the guy would not be aware of how a physical exam was conducted in America. What he didn't consider were some of the morality codes gentlemen of those countries were extremely modest when being examined. My doctor friend had him undress completely, and when it came time for the genital/rectal portion of the exam, insisted the patient get up on the exam table, put his legs into the stirrups, and then proceeded to examine his genitals for an extremely inordinate length of time, then inserted his finger, then two fingers into the man's anus. He said the patient was literally sobbing during the ordeal. He said when he helped the patient off the table, he could barely stand up.
What my doctor friend did not anticipate was that this man would relate the incident to friends of his, who suggested that he make a complete to the clinic about his horrible ordeal. My friend ended up getting fired. I later learned that he had taken a job at a local hospital, working in the ER. Once again I learned he had taken advantage of his position. Supposedly a teenage boy, about 14, came in to the ER with his father. The boy had stomach pains, so when the boy was taken to a cubicle and given a gown to change into, my friend entered the cubicle, started to examine the boy, he pulled the gown completely up to his chest, all the while the young man was trying to pull it back down. Then he told the boy to turn over onto his side. At this point the young man realized what was about to happen, and became adamant that he was not going to let the doctor examine him there. The father firmly told the boy to do as he was told, and the rectal exam turned into a full-fledged battle. The boy was fighting both of the men, and when the doctor was finally able to get his finger into the boy, the kid became hysterical, his body started to spasm, and he started to urinate all over himself.
Once again, when the administrators heard of the aggressive nature of the exam, my friend was fired. After that I never found out where he was employed. Probably moved out of state.