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    There was a recent discussion on Dudesnude.com
    on the topic of gay men's attraction for medical doctors and physical exams.
     
     
     

    Original poster was a guy from Denver:

    03 Nov 2011, 00:03
    Ok here goes... I have this fantasy of getting a physical exam by a hot doctor or male nurse. I'm told to undress and then am examined / touched all over. I'll probably pop a boner and be a little embarrassed about it, and it would be so hot to see the outlines of a boner in the doctor's or nurse's pants.


    However, the obvious problem is finding said medical professionals to play out this fantasy with, since it's likely a liability issues. So... I'm kind of at a dead-end and not quite sure how to proceed. Maybe there's a site somewhere that caters to this? I don't know... just throwing it out there to see if anyone could at least point me in a direction.
     












    Follow up:
    03 Nov 2011, 00:08
    I love that idea too. I've always had a thing for being examined by a doctor...
     








    Follow up:
    03 Nov 2011, 01:41
    It is all mostly the realm of fantasy...

    However, before I met my partner he had an experience worthy of a short story. He had prostatitis. The doctor's remedy was to stick his finger up my guy's butt and give him prostate massage with hand job. So these fantasies do have some basis in reality. (By the way, this doctor ultimately lost his practice and now sells real estate.)


    Another friend of mine went to one of those "no appointment needed" medical centers to get some quicky exam and documentation for work. He also got a hand job.

    I guess I need to get a new doctor!
     
     
    Follow up: sunbuns99
    03 Nov 2011, 09:33
    Medical exam sex or a doctor's physical that goes beyond purely examination is a frequent fetish or fantasy among guys into CMNM (clothed male / naked male) scenes.  So you can find guys and also stories/photos etc related to this medical attraction on such sites and social networks. (BTW, I'm the admin for several of them and also publish the Guys Into CMNM blog (guysn2cmnm  (dot) blogspot (dot) com)

     

    This theme is popular among a few gay porn studios, namely http://www.collegeboyphysicals.com/, but you can see some of the their photos and video clips at JustUsBoys.com
    You might also be able to find specific guy into this by using either RECON (a gay fetishist site and iPhone app) or at GearFetish http://www.gearfetish.com/  In addition, there are some tribes (public or private groups) on the alternative social networking site, Tribe.net.  (NOTE:   Tribe.net is no longer a functional website.)


     I can invite you to some of them if you contact me (and give an email address for the invitation).

    I work at a medical and health sciences university which has two hospitals on its campus - so it's a theme/attraction (not exactly a fetish for me) that is near and dear. Also, when I stayed in a hospital once, I found it very stimulating to be kind of bed-bound (not I wasn't strapped in but just couldn't move about freely), and to be examined by a young handsome doctor every day.  I made sure to never wear underwear or anything but a loose fitting gown so he could have easy access, so that I could be 'accidently' nude. It was fun when there was a male nurse during the night shift, but I would sleep as nude as possible and allow the covers to fall off. Evidently, nurses are not embarrassed by much - because he'd just cover my erection with a blanket without hesitating to 'observe'.


    Also, I have a friend/sex buddy who is a doctor (a cardiologist) and it's fun 'playing doctor' with him, but oddly enough, he's not really into that aspect of it.











    I've wanted and even attempted to organize locally and internationally some CMNM events in which doctor-patient examinations would be one of the role-play sensual / sexual activities.  So if you're up for the idea, we could start working now on holding such an event (somewhere reasonably convenient).  I can travel (up to a point) almost anywhere.
    I suspect that there are hundreds of gay men (and plenty of straight men who get off having a female nurse or doctor examine them).

    Fight prostate cancer, ask a doctor (or horny friend) to examine your prostate inside your hole!   The best way to become quick and 'deep' friends is penetrating someone body cavities with a finger.  The stomach is not the only way to a man's heart (LOL).

    Kelly

     


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    There is one in the US that I know of but it's pretty private. A bed and breakfast has pulled off over a dozen of them both indoors and outdoors. People who've been rave about it. HOT HOT HOT. It's called the Rough Stock Roundup:www.rough-stock.com/

    I guess the reason that the idea of man and horse bonding, even sexual play and intercourse between these two species appeals to me is not only out of the fantasy involved. When I was a teenager, our family owned a walking horse, and the horse was a mare, and I  learned that she seemed to enjoy it when I stroked her pussy ad eventually I was able to fuck her.  I often took her for rides and then used that time to make love to my horse. 

      

     From the Rough Stock Roundup site:

    The Rough Stock Roundup is a private event similar to the Horse Fairs (Fickstutenmarkt) that take place in Europe. There is a significant difference because the Rough Stock Roundups have stallions, mares, and cowboys. In addition, 'Rough Stock' is the name given to wild, free ranging animals, mustangs and mavericks who are not spoilt by being branded and broken-in. A good horseman can ride a rough stock horse without a saddle, using only a bridle or harness.


    At our events willing mares offer themselves to stallions. But at our Roundups, there are also cowboys who can ride either mares or stallions, or even rope them together and ride them both. Like all roundups, there are event guidelines and registration regulations.

    Before the roundup begins, each participant decides whether he wants to be a mare, a stallion, or a cowboy. Cowboys must be interviewed and approved by The Master of the Horse.


     

    Rough Stock Roundup is a private event similar to the Horse Fairs (Fickstutenmarkt) that take place in Europe. 

     
    There is a significant difference because the Rough Stock Roundups have stallions, mares, and cowboys. In addition, 'Rough Stock' is the name given to wild, free ranging animals, mustangs and mavericks who are not spoilt by being branded and broken-in. A good horseman can ride a rough stock horse without a saddle, using only a bridle or harness.

    The fickstutenmarkt style parties are held in New England (Vermont, of course). 


    Have a look at www.rough-stock.com -- it has information on the the 'Roundups' as they are called. It's not run by the same group as those in Germany, and these are held both inside a large 'alpine' lodge and outside in the woods, not in bars.  You'll see more about this wild event once you visit the various sites.


    Follow up: McIntosh ( on Dudenude.com) wrote

    I went to the Vermont horse fair (or round up) a couple of weeks ago; great fun for all;
    super host and terrific atmosphere .
    I can't wait to do it again.


    These types of all male horse barn style orgies have been going on in Europe for some time.

    The fickstutenmarkt style parties are also held in New England (Vermont, of course). You can have a look at www.rough-stock.com -- it has information on the the 'Roundups' as they are called. It's not run by the same group as those in Germany, and these are held both inside a large 'alpine' lodge and outside in the woods, not in bars. 
     
    Last year's (2012) Rough Stock Roundup events were held in July - August 2012. 


    Approx cost for participation in 2012 was $40 for registration for event, plus $40 per night for accommodation. (meals @ $10)

    Friday & Saturday - July 20th & 21st, 2012
    Event title: Western "Sport Horse" Competiton
    Registration open: there are 15 beds/bunks remaining, and 6 beds in tipis, along with camping out (your own tent)
    This is a special event -- only 7 mares will be bridled for this Roundup - the ratio of cowboys/stallions to mares will be 2:1 or more --
    See more information for registration requirements
    This event will be held outdoors in the woods and on the paddocks

    Friday & Saturday - August 17th & 18th, 2012
    Round Stock Roundup
    registration opens in July
    this event will be held outdoors

     

    Events for Winter 2019-20

     

    Upcoming 2020 Roundup dates:

     
    • Friday night only, December 13th, 2019
      A Dark & Stormy Night

      For one night only, Friday, all the mares and stallions will be locked inside the stables for the night. Starting at 8pm (20:00h) all the lights in the hosting lodge will be darkened.

      The full stalls will be setup for this weekend, but you don't have to be in them. This is like the old blackout parties you've heard of and wanted again. Anything goes once the lights go down, and you don't have to be just a mare, stallion, or cowboy. You can try all roles, all gear, all equipment. 

        • stall passes are allowed (non-overnighters)

        • anyone may be put inside in stalls at any time during night --click here or here for a picture

        • Rides from Boston, MA or from Montreal will be available for those looking to join the Roundup

        • if you are coming a long way, Saturday night stays are possible, too - you can make it a two night weekend if you want

      • Open to past members/inteviewed men with prior approval -- See Contact Us for registration & requirements. 
       
       

      Friday/Saturday, January 24 & 25, 2020
      Ridden Hard Without a Saddle


        • A full stall roundup with special attention and services for/from men who don't need a saddle to ride hard

        • some unrulely mares may be put inside the stalls --click here or here for a picture

        • Thursday night stays are possible, and Sunday layovers, too

        • vers men are encouraged to apply as stallions -- they will be expected to provide riding services, too, throughout the weekend

      • Open to past members/inteviewed men with prior approval
    • Saturday - July 13th  (2018 Schedule)
    • event title: Bull & Bareback riding
    • Open to all men -- See Contact Us for registration & requirements. Friday stay available, including Tipis (shared).
    • registration open
    • this event will be held outdoors and run all night



    • Saturday - August 17th  (2018 Schedule)
    • event title: Meteors in August
    • Open to all men -- See Contact Us for registration & requirements. Outdoor camping available in the woods on Friday.
    • registration open
    • this event will be held outdoors and run all nigh
    You can find about it at this location in Essen, a city in the west of Germany:
    www.drexx.de

    and it is called XXstall

    and also in Köln (Cologne):
    www.station2b.de



    The main site for the European Horse Fair is found at:
    http:/www.fickstutenmarkt.com  

     


     

     


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  • This blog is devoted to experiences, stories, advice, discussions (at least to save them from being deleted or disappearing), information, links to other Net resources, and (maybe) visual media for guys who are into (n2) CMNM - clothed male-naked male scenes. Not everyone who is interested in or turned on by the CMNM scene is gay, bi, or curious. CMNM is not simply a homosexual form of behavior. Actually, there are plenty of straight guys, who consciously or even subconsciously get some satisfaction from being naked or clothed with other naked men. Maybe they are just horny or starved for affection. 


     

    There are also women who are turned on or intrigued by reality of a man being naked in front of clothed men and/or clothed women (or the reverse). Whether this nakedness is natural, socially acceptable, expected, forced on them, or totally exhibitionist, it generally involves either sexual arousal for the naked guy or the clothed guy(s) 

     

    watching or for both. Such is the magic of this complicated scene - CMNM.

    It's really a sexual preference lifestyle issue, but some would call it a sexual fetish or perversion. However, in many ways, male nudity permeates almost all aspects of male-to-male relationships and influences the nature of masculinity and what it means to be a man. Men use nudity and exposure of body parts or genitals to communicate affection, friendship, camaraderie, power /control, and even distain or disgust. Being aware CMNM scenes and being turned on by them is subconscious for most males. We're just a select few who have recognized it as a separate way of psycho-sexual interaction and, for some personal or social stimulation. Once you think more deeply about it, you'll be able recognize and see its effects in buddy-to-buddy friendships, sports and athletic camaraderie, male-bonding and growing up, rites of passages for young males, social events, public and private clubs and social organizations, schooling, and especially in the past - even the constant girl-chasing pack mentality of romance, male lust (and sex) and the antics and rituals associated with those. 

    More recent acceptance of gays in society has meant that 'guy-chasing' and the behaviors around that once secretive activity are becoming more known. So CMNM (like CFNM - "clothed female-naked male") is becoming a recognized category of human sexual activity.

    ---------- The above amateur photos were forwarded in a group email message ---------- From: atitlan on his [ymna2] Yahoo group.


     


     



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  •  There is a discussion going on in the Dudesnude 'Hot Chat' Forum about this topic. It's not like I am really into watersports (urinating or pissing on myself or other guys) although I realize a quite a few gay and straight men are, and a lot of women, too. However, the bodily functions of urination and defecation are part of the process of living, so they generally are a habitual concern (or should I say - matter of ritual) for everyone on the planet.


    So, the specific question, Do I ever piss in a place besides the toilet?has connotations that are actually much bigger and wider than the guy who asked had thought about. So it made be think about a lot of another ideas connected with the toilet.

     


    More in-depth questions related to pissing habits and its relation to sex:


    • Do I ever piss in the shower - especially one that is not in my own home?
    • Have I been seen or caught pissing somewhere that it's not acceptable?
    • Do I ever piss when others are around me? When, where and why?
    • What do I piss into usually? But when and what do I piss in something other than a urinal? 
    • What kind of things or places have pissed and onto?
    • Are the acts of pissing and shitting sensual or sexual or just devoid of any pleasureable feeling at all?
    • Can they be social acts or cooperative / communal behaviors?
    • Have you made up any 'pissing' games? Or do you (and your friends or partners) have any special pissing rituals?
    • Why is piss both feared and revered? Loved and despised?
    • Is piss good for you? Mathama Gandhi is said to have drunk a glass of his own piss every day for health reasons.
    • Any more questions that I can think of as I go.....

    At this point, I'll leave out the shitty part -- meaning I'm not going to discuss shit and defecation in this blog post - it make come out later (shit-eating grin).


    Main question: Do I ever piss in the shower? Have I been seen or caught pissing somewhere that it's not acceptable?


    My Answer: Actually, I usually take a piss in any shower that I use. At home, at the gym, at the pool, hotel or campsite. Let me explore a longer answer, and try to explain.I guess it's the sound of running water that makes me want to urinate. If it's a communal shower (they seem to be fewer and fewer these days), then I tried to piss within the main shower stream so that guys would notice. In public baths and hot springs resorts, people are often seated when they both wash up and shampoo their hair AND when they are showering. They clean themselves thoroughly before getting into the bath tub or hot mineral water spa pool. So it's easier to conceal your pissing when you're seated; although I actually find it a bit harder to piss than when standing up.


     



     

     
    I've never pissed it directly on a person.. though now that you mention the idea, I realize it could be a lot of fun - especially if he likes it or another buddy or bystander in the shower gets a kick out of seeing that. To be honest, I have to say that I have pissed in a sink before, and often do so in my own office (there's not toilet just a small sink). Why? I guess I wait to long before going to take a piss sometimes. 

    In countries (like where I am now), the 'toilet' in public restrooms (sometimes that serve for both males and females). Many have two sections: the first compartment is only large enough for a sink/mirror,  and the inner one is where the commode is. Asian people are smaller and less particular about shared use of a toilet - unlike North America where there is a strict separation of the genders for toilet purposes. Anyway, when you enter the first space (dying to pee), there may be someone in the inner door (pissing or taking a dump) and you'll have to wait - unless, of course, you piss in the sink. So yep, I am guilty of doing that. I always run the water so the person inside can't hear me spraying the sink with a stream of piss, and I always 'flush' the sink out with water so that's there no yellow piss remaining.
     

     
















    I'd be easily identified if I were to leave a sink full of piss for the next person who enters the restroom. So I have never been tempted to try that prank.Anyone else have stories to tell about pissing in public or in a communal shower or communal restroom?
     
     
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    ----------The above CMNM medical fetish pics were forwarded message ----------

    From: Rom  on the [CMNM]a Google group

     

    A Visit to the Doctor

    by Ken Nitsua©

    K. Nitsua. Copyright 2013 by the author.

    AUTHOR'S NOTE: Having sex with one's doctor is a potent fantasy for many adults, as the many stories written on this theme indicate. There are people, mostly men, who put a lot of time, effort and skill into making such fantasies come true for their lucky clients. The scenes they construct mix realistic medical procedures with varying proportions of bondage and domination. This is a warning that this particular story is about such a session, not an actual medical examination. KN


    I didn't have any trouble finding the office from the directions the doctor had given me. It was on a quiet residential street just off a main city thoroughfare. I parked in the driveway as he had instructed and walked toward the door. Up until now I hadn't been nervous, concentrating on the drive, but now my breath quickened and my heart began to beat faster.


    It hadn't been easy to get this appointment with such a distinguished physician. Dr. Roberts and I had an extensive chat online before he determined that I was qualified for one of his physical examinations.


    It was a hot late spring day. I had on a T-shirt, jeans with a jockstrap, my favorite underwear, underneath, and old Nikes. I wasn't going to keep the clothes on for long anyway, so there wasn't any need to dress more formally. 


    I was walking a little funny because my bladder was uncomfortably full. Dr. Roberts had told me to drink a lot of fluids before I came so that I could give a urine sample without difficulty as part of the physical examination. I'd overdone it a little in my eagerness to comply with his instructions. 


    I got to the door and knocked. It opened right away and finally I saw the doctor in the flesh. He was exactly as I'd hoped he'd be: tall, trim, and distinguished looking with neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that accentuated a pair of friendly gray eyes. His teeth were white and even when he smiled.


    "You must be Dirk," he said, sticking out his hand. "Right on time. Come in and have a seat."

    He ushered me into a front room with a desk. He motioned me to sit in a chair in front of it, which I did. Sunlight filtered in through the shaded window. He rummaged in a box on the floor and pulled out a binder before he sat down.


    "Since it's your first visit to the Male Clinic, I'll do an intake interview with you," Dr. Roberts said. "Please answer the questions as thoroughly and truthfully as you can, even if some of them seem intimate or embarrassing. The more I know about your medical and sexual history, the better examination I can give you. Do you have any questions or concerns?"


    "No, Doctor. I'm prepared to answer your questions to the best of my ability. I'm putting myself in your hands."



    Dr. Roberts smiled. "Good. Let's begin." He opened the binder.


    The intake interview took fifteen or twenty minutes. The first questions were standard ones that I'd answered at doctor's offices many times before, about my medical history, past surgeries, any current symptoms, drug allergies, etc.


    Then Dr. Roberts' questions became more personal and detailed. He asked me whether I had any phobias, specifically about sensory deprivation or restraint. "No--in fact, the idea kind of excites me," I said truthfully, with a smile.


    "Good," he said, returning the smile. "Now there will be a series of questions about your sexual history. Again, please be as truthful as possible with your answers."



    We talked for ten or fifteen more minutes. By the time he was done with the questions my heart was beating fast and my cock was rock hard, even though my bladder was aching for release.

    "I think we're ready to begin," the doctor said. "Will you please follow me into the examination room?"


    We walked down a narrow hallway, past a bathroom, up a flight of stairs, and into a spacious room in the rear, which took up the entire width of the office. A padded examination table stood in the middle. The walls were lined with shelves, holding medical equipment of every conceivable kind. I recognized stethoscopes, padded hammers for testing reflexes, and a few other things, but there was too much for me to take it all in.



    "First," the doctor said. "I'd like you to undress down to your briefs. Place your clothes on this chair," he said, gesturing to one that stood nearby.

    "Yes, doctor." I unbuttoned my shirt with fingers that were trembling with excitement. In moments I was naked except for my jockstrap. I covered my crotch protectively with my hands and stood before him with downcast eyes for inspection.


    "Very nice," Dr. Roberts said. "You're wearing a jockstrap. You do that often?"


    "Yes, doctor."



    "Very good for scrotal support," he said. "And very sexy. Now this," he said, producing a paper hospital gown, "is not so sexy. I'm going to ask you to put it on."

    I put my arms through the short sleeves. He put his arms on my shoulders and gently turned me to tie the gown in back. I started as I felt his hand touch my bare butt.


    "Sorry, I know my hands are cold," the doctor said. "I'm going to ask you to sit on the examination table now."


    Perched on the examination table in the hospital gown and jockstrap, I watched as Dr. Roberts gathered together his equipment and put it on top of a cart covered with a towel. The exam began pretty routinely, as the doctor grasped my wrist and looked at his wristwatch while taking my pulse. He then looked into my eyes with a small light, then into my ears with another scope. He even produced a tongue depressor, pushed my mouth and tongue this way and that, and asked me to say "aah." I suppressed a smile at the old-fashioned procedures.

    "Now I'm going to take your blood pressure." He expertly wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and squeezed the rubber bulb. I felt the pulse inside my arm as he gradually let the air out.


    "One hundred ten over seventy," he announced. "Excellent. You're in great shape."


    "I work at it."


    His eyes scrutinized my body. "It shows."

    "Thanks."

    The doctor cleared his throat. "From here on I'm going to examine various areas of your body. It may be easier for me to do this if you remove the gown. If you are uncomfortable doing so, you may keep it on."


    I looked him in the eye. "I can take it off."


    "Good." He watched as I lifted my arms and undid the strings in back. I lifted it off and handed it to the doctor, shivering a bit in the chilly room.


    "Are you cold?"


    "A bit," I said truthfully.
    He looked at my chest. "I can tell. Your nipples are erect. We'll get some measurements in a minute." He put his face close to mine as he gently palpated the sides of my neck. "Checking your lymph nodes. No problem here." He then picked up a stethoscope and put the ends in his ears. "Now I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs." The cold metal pressed against my pectoral muscles, sending another shiver through me. "Good." He moved around me and the stethoscope pressed into my back. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Again. Again. Good. Lungs are clear."              He came back and faced me again. "Stand and place your palms in back of your head, please. I'm going to inspect your skin for any suspicious looking moles or growths." I followed his instructions as he bent to put down the stethoscope. When he straightened he held a small magnifying glass. Dr. Roberts then moved in very close again as he started at my neck and moved slowly down my body with the magnifying glass, examining every inch of my skin. He put the glass in his pocket. I started to relax, but he said--
     
    "Keep your palms behind your head. We're going to do a little test."

    "What kind of test?"
     A slight smile. "In our preliminary interview you told me that your nipples were very sensitive. We're going to find out just how sensitive. Now, do your best not to move or react, no matter what I do."

     

    He stood very close in front of me and gazed into my eyes intently. I gasped as I felt the light, cool touch of a fingertip on each of my nipples. My breath quickened as his hands and fingers began to move, fondling, squeezing and gently pinching each nub of flesh. My cock swelled and strained against the pouch of the strap as the doctor continued the stimulation. Despite the doctor's instructions a small whimper of pleasure welled up from my throat. He smiled.


    "Remember what I said."
     

    "Yes, doctor," I gasped out with some difficulty.

    "Is this painful or unpleasant for you?"


    I laughed, unable to help myself. "Hell, no. Oh my god-it's wonderful."


    Dr. Roberts produced a metal tube from his pocket and squeezed out some of its contents onto his fingertips. "I see that your nipples are a powerful erogenous zone. Let's try some moist stimulation."


    When he began to rub the K-Y onto my tits I lost control, throwing back my head and moaning. It was all I could do to keep my hands locked behind my head. I felt moisture in my crotch and felt precum from the head of my cock soaking through the elastic webbing of my jock pouch.


    "Please, doctor-"


    "Yes?" The doctor said, continuing his stimulation.


    "I'll cum if you do that any more. No kidding."


     

    "Really? I guess that gives me my answer. Let's take a measurement." He produced a small metal ruler and pressed it against my chest. "One centimeter in diameter and a bit more in height when fully erect. You can lower your arms." He stepped back. I let my arms fall limp at my sides and stood, still panting, head hanging, a bit embarrassed that I had become so aroused.


    "I'd say on a scale of 1 to 10 of nipple sensitivity you're a 10. Next, turn toward the table so I can examine your back and buttocks." In a moment he said, "Bend forward and spread your cheeks."



    He knelt and spent a long time looking at the skin on my rear end, holding his face so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks and my asshole. I was trembling again from the cold and from the excitement of being scrutinized so intimately. He moved the glass down the backs of my legs, then asked me to straighten up again. He moved around to my front so that his face was right in front of the now moist pouch of my jock. His hands took hold of the waistband. "I'm going to lower this garment to examine the pubic area."


    He slowly pushed the jockstrap down my thighs. My cock flopped out, half-hard with excitement, the head glistening with the pre-cum I'd leaked already. The doctor once again took his time, passing the glass over my groin and pubic area. After the visual exam was done, he took my penis and lifted it with one hand, taking each testicle and cradling with the palm of the other, then gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

     

    "In case you're wondering, I'm doing a testicular exam to check for cancer. This is the way to do it, if you don't know already."

    "Yes, doctor."


    "I see that you are circumcised. I'm going to take the head of your penis and press on it to spread the urethral opening. I'm checking for any discharge that may indicate disease."


    I was looking around the room, trying desperately not to let myself throw a full-boned erection. Feebly I tried to joke about the situation. "You can probably tell I'm discharging already."


    Doctor Roberts' voice was dry. "A normal by-product of sexual excitement, quite harmless." I gasped as I felt his finger spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me. "Checking the consistency of the fluid. Totally normal pre-ejaculate."
     
    He took hold of my jock, but instead of raising it back in place he pushed it all the way down to the floor and looked up at me.

    "With your permission, I'm going to remove your garment. The rest of the examination will be easier if you are completely unclothed. Are you comfortable with this?"


    I was trying not to shiver. My breathing was quick. My heart was beating fast with nervousness-and arousal. I nodded. "Whatever you say, doc."

     

    "Good." He lifted both my feet out of the strap, picked it up, and put it on top of the rest of my clothes. "Now I'd like to get a urine sample." He stepped to a nearby table, picked up a large glass laboratory beaker, and turned back to me.


    My bladder was painfully full, but even so, it's always hard to pee in front of another person, particularly when you're naked and semi-hard and the other person is clothed and staring intently at you. My first attempts to get the stream started were a total failure. I sighed with frustration.



     
     
    "Would turning away from me help? You can if you wish."

    "Thanks." I turned around, closed my eyes, took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Finally golden liquid began to flow into the container. And flowed. And flowed. The relief was exquisite. By the time I was finished the beaker was nearly full. I turned back to the doctor and held it out. He smiled.


    "Your bladder sure was full, wasn't it? This will have to be held until we can send some to the lab." He took the container and left the room. In a moment he was back. "You've been very cooperative so far. Good job."


    I blushed and lowered my eyes. "Thanks, doctor."



     

     
     
    I felt a hand under my chin, gently but firmly lifting my head until my eyes met his. "As this medical exam continues you may experience some psychological as well as physical discomfort. I can assure you that anything that I do is for your health and welfare. Are you prepared to obey without question, to trust me?" His gaze was level, his voice cool and professional. I nodded without hesitation.

    "You're the doctor. I'll do anything you say."


    "Good boy." He smiled. "We're going to go back to the examination table. I'd like you to mount it and assume the position on your hands and knees." 


    I walked to the table, shivering with cold and excitement. I climbed on and crouched as the doctor had ordered, elbows and knees on the padded top of the table, my bare ass in the air.


    "Lower your head. I'm going to take your temperature rectally. It's the most accurate way, though most doctors don't want to embarrass their patients."


    I gasped as something narrow, cold and rigid was inserted into my asshole. My muscles automatically clenched around it. I felt the doctor's hand on my cheeks, trapping the thermometer between his fingers, preventing it from being drawn in and disappearing into my insides.



     
    Doctor Roberts chuckled. "A strong response. I'm going to have to hold it in place. Stay as still as you can. This will only take a minute."

    The room fell silent except for the raspy sound of my breathing. My face was on fire with embarrassment as I was forced to hold this humiliating pose. My cock was rock hard underneath me. I could feel precum being squeezed from its tip every time my rectal muscles involuntarily clenched around the thermometer. Occasionally the doctor's fingers holding the thermometer in place moved, seeming to caress my cheeks. Finally he grasped the thermometer and withdrew it.


    "Ninety-eight point six. Absolutely normal. Now will you turn over onto your back, please."


    Once I was on my back, he began to press on various places on my lower body, palpating my organs, occasionally asking me to take deep breaths and let them out. Although he approached my private parts, he did not take hold of them as he had earlier. His touch was firm and professional and I began to relax a bit.


    "Doing okay?" The doctor asked. I nodded.


    "Good. I want you to be relaxed for this next phase of the examination. I'm going to test your sensory perception when you are deprived of visual cues," said the doctor. "I will blindfold you with a special light-blocking mask, very high-tech, and restrain your limbs. This is so that you will focus exclusively on the sense being tested. Are you ready?"



     
     
    "Yes, doctor."

    In a moment Dr. Roberts loomed above me with the high-tech blindfold. It looked like a pair of safety goggles, but completely black. Sure enough when he placed in on my face and tightened the strap around my head everything became pitch black even though nothing was touching my eyes and they could stay open.
     
    I felt my legs being gently spread apart, and fastened in place with straps. My arms were then lifted over my head. The doctor gently made me bend them until my hands almost touched my head. I heard the clink of metal and felt something soft encircle first my right, then my left wrist. I realized I was spread-eagled and shackled to the table. A thrill of mingled arousal and fear passed through me as I realized how completely at his mercy I was now. I had no choice but to trust him, fully and completely.

    "We will begin the test now," the doctor said in a soft voice. "I will touch various parts of your body with various objects and substances. Describe to me any sensation you feel-temperature, pressure, sharpness, anything. There should not be anything that will cause you more than mild to moderate discomfort. If at any time you want the test to stop, indicate your wishes by saying 'mayday.' Do you understand?"


    I nodded. "'Mayday'. Got it."

     


    "Here we go."  

    A moment later I chuckled. "Very gentle touch. Your fingertips on my stomach."


    "Right." I gasped as my right nipple was fondled, lightly and gently. "A-a feather?"


    "Mm hmm. Good. Are you ticklish?"


    Before I could answer I started as the same object touched my rib cage.


    "Yes!"


    The doctor's voice took on a teasing note. "Are you?" He tickled me again with the feather and I shouted with laughter, jerking and straining at my bonds. "Stop! Please!"


    "Okay, I will. For now," he said, in a mock-ominous tone.


    A pause, then I felt cool moisture on my stomach and a sharp minty aroma filled my nostrils. "Whew, feels cool. Ben-Gay?"


    "That's right. A little menthol rub." The next moment I gasped as the same substance was applied to my nipples. The pleasure was exquisite and I sighed and strained at my bonds as the doctor's fingers continued to move in gentle circles on the sensitized nubs of flesh.



    "Oh God," I moaned.

    "You're getting erect again," the doctor observed in a dry voice. "Yes, your response to nipple stimulation is an exceptionally strong one."


    He withdrew his hands. A pause, and then I heard a sound, which I recognized as the striking of a match. The sharp odor of sulfur assailed my nostrils. A thrill of real fear raced through me.


    "Wh-what are you doing?"


    "Now, now, don't worry. I promised-no pain, no physical injury. Maybe just a bit of discomfort, though."



     


    The next moment I screamed, more in shock than in pain, as I felt something burning hot drop onto my right thigh. It quickly cooled to a tolerable warmth and I braced myself for another hit.

    "Ah!" Another fiery liquid hit on my ball sac.


    "You haven't told me what you think it is," the doctor murmured.


    "Candle wax, it's fucking hot wax!"


    "Very good." Two more hits, one on each nipple. My back came off the table as I cried out each time the melted wax hit a sensitive zone. I strained uselessly against the bonds holding me in place. I was panting with mingled fear and yes, arousal.


    "OH FUCK!" I screamed, as flaming agony erupted from the head of my erect cock, where the doctor had dropped one more splash of wax.



    "Had enough?"! Yes! Please stop! Mayday!"

    "You needn't worry about suffering any permanent damage. Paraffin melts at a very low temperature, actually. Just hot enough to give you a bit of a jolt. Now lie still and I'll remove the blindfold."


    When I could see again I looked down at the splotches of congealing wax on my body, the skin pink underneath each one, then up into the doctor's face.


    "Amazing how lack of vision increases sensitivity, isn't it?"


    There was nothing I could say to this, so I didn't say anything. Dr. Roberts scraped the lumps of wax off with his fingertips, being gentle with my somewhat softened cock, and brushed the crumbs off the table. He released me from my bonds.
     
    by Ken Nitsua


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