Part 2 of 2
He then turned straight on at me and without fanfare asked about sexual activity, sex with which gender, protected or unprotected....I gave short, truthful answers however gave no details.
Again, turning his back on me and retrieving things from drawers, putting them on a tray he stated:
"OK, we need to do an exam and check for any STD's. Have you ever had a swab taken from your penis or rectum"?
"No" I said. Beginning to get little scared about the word swab. I was expecting an exam but swabs?
"Stand up and drop your trousers", the Dr. stated as I heard the snap of latex gloves being administered.
Only thinking about not getting an erection from my hairless area, I dropped my "trousers" and stood there like a dork in my tightie whities, looking anywhere except at the person in front of me.
The Dr. sat on a stool and spun around and wheeled over eye level with my crotch. There was a slight pause then the Dr. told me "under pants too".
"Doh", I thought, this guy must think I'm a real bonehead.
I shifted slightly in our now cramped personal space and bent over and dropped my tighties past my knees, stood up and turned to face the Dr., not knowing what to do with my arms and hands, behind my back? To my side? Hands on hips? I could feel my face flush with embarrassment and a sense of absolute vulnerability in front of a stranger.
I realized nothing had been said, nothing touched, just the Dr. looking at my exposed genitalia. How much time had passed, it seemed like hours. Look straight ahead, look straight ahead is all the intelligence I could muster. I could feel my, less than impressive scrotum and testes shrink up into my body and my somewhat less than average penis retract. Crap I thought but then again no chance of erection now.
Finally the Dr. broke the palpable silence and asked if I checked my testicles regularly while in the shower. There were many answers to this question, none of which was me checking them in the shower however for the sake of the situation I uttered a "yes" to the Dr.
He began rolling my testicles in his gloved fingers and asking where the pain was located.
"To the right of my right testicle"
"My right"? the Dr. asked "or your right"?
"On my right side"
"Here"? the Dr. said.
"Yes Doc".
"When was the last time you ejaculated"?
I couldn't remember or think clearly so I just blurted out, "over a week ago".
The Dr. then took my shrunken member in his hand and manipulated it as I looked at the wall and thought about baseball, my grandmother, anything to keep my mind off of what was happening.
The Dr. rolled away and said it was probably just simple prostatitis and my may need to just ejaculate more, take warm baths however an STD check was to be done to be safe.
I could hear the rustling of sterile packing opening up and the Dr. returned to my scared and shy genitals.
"Take a deep breath and after I insert the swab count to 10"
I felt two gloved fingers on my small and retracted head then with a considerable wince on my part he inserted the cotton swab which was attached to what felt like a stiff wire.
"Count to 10" the Dr. stated.
"1, 2, 3, 4,"
"Stop". "Count slowly"
"1...2...3"
"Stop. Start over and count sloowly"
"1....2....3"
"Stop, look at me and count slower", he seemed annoyed with me as if I wasn't following his directions correctly.
I looked at the Dr and he looked at me and I started to count.
"1......2........3.......4" by the time I got to 4 I was completely erect, stiff, aroused. The Dr. looked down at my hard penis.
My mind was playing tricks on me and I became even more confused. What was happening, was my secret fetish exposed am I that transparent? I tried so hard not to get an erection, did he know? Did he enjoy this? I was flush with humiliation and aroused confusion. "7....8....." I began to feel the glow of sexual arousal and the flow of pre ejaculate, there was nothing I could do now to hide it, it happened and it's my place to deal with my embarrassment with being so easily manipulated. "9......10"
I had an erection and the end of a swab was staring me in the face. The swab was extracted with more ease than insertion and I could feel a flow of pre seminal fluid leave my penis and begin the long, slow ascension to the floor.
Moving right along the Dr. told me to bend over the table and rest my body on my elbows.
Humiliating posture for any man. Pants around your ankles, bent over with butt exposed and dressed man behind you. I could feel my penis pulsing between my legs.
"Pull your shirt up" he said with as much ceremony as a plummer asking where the water valve is.
The swab in the rectum was not pleasant however not in the least as bad as in the penis.
"You'll feel a cool gel, then bear down slightly and breathe"
I could hear the lid flip of the KY Jelly and I heard a squirt. He inserted a digit into my rectum and pressed gently and moved it around.
"Does that hurt"?
"No"
He pressed some more.
"Does that hurt"
"No"
I was now leaking and dripping and my penis was flowing with per seminal fluid onto the sterile tile floor.
I heard the wheels of his stool and heard the gloves being taken off, the sound of a foot manipulated trash can being opened.
"I see no lesions, sores, undo discharge and I recommend a thorough ejaculation and warm baths for a few days, however your test results will be back in about a week"
"Thank you" I said still bending over the table.
"You can stand up and pull your trousers up".
Doh, of course.....I tucked my still hard penis into my tightie whities, pulled up my trousers and left my shirt un tucked.
"My nurse will be in to give you some printed paperwork on STD prevention, warm baths and prostate massage, it might be a good idea to do that for a few days"
"Yes Doc" I said.
Still somewhat confused, embarrassed, aroused, I saw the Dr. leave the room and wondered if he knew, without even trying, the immense power and influence he has over some of us and of course me in particular.
Suggestion from the Dr. to go home and masturbate and ejaculate? I only hoped I could wait until I got home.