I have found myself with some difficulties in having regular bowel movements and needing to get up in the middle of the night to go the bathroom. I am not sure what is going on and it is quite impossible for me to examine the dysfunctional areas myself. I wouldn't know what to look for or what to do and, although I might not embarrass myself by trying, I am sure I would not find the attempt either a source of satisfactory resolution to the underlying problem or a very exciting thing to do. Being examined by a patient by a firm, skilled and knowledgeable doctor, on the other hand, might do wonders and perhaps, in some small way, advance the frontiers of knowledge, something I have already been trying to assist. My track record seemed like the perfect route to resolving my little problems. When I asked Dr. Gray about it, he readily came to the same conclusion.
Some time ago, I was persuaded by a friend to serve as the model for a medical class. I have a good physical build, making anatomical study all the easier and somewhat pleasurable for most students, and I had posed for anatomy classes in the past. It gave the students a chance to see how muscles worked together and how the body moved in ways that a cadaver did not allow. Today, I entered the room in a small towel to find some 40 students, about 25 men and 15 women, several of whom stood out as exceptionally attractive, waiting for the class to begin. It was not the amphitheater I had been in before but something different and unusual. An examination table with stirrups attached was on a platform in the middle of the room and the floor rose in just three steppe-like rings to a height of no more than three feet above the central floor. The furthest platform level was no more than 10 feet from the central area and that area was large enough to accommodate quite an array of equipment. Tubes and valves, smaller tables and various instruments surrounded the table in the center but I didn't see any space suitable for posing.
Doctor Gray, who had led me in, said, "Jim, the students have thoroughly enjoyed having you as a model in the past, and their enthusiasm prompted me to offer a bonus class that I think you will enjoy as much as them. And we will no doubt get to the root of your problems in the course of our session."
I wonder if that was possible given that there seemed to be no way I could pose to help them understand the muscular system, given the abundance of strange gear in the center of the room. Dr. Gray explained, "Jim, this is an experimental class where the students will get a chance to see how the male body responds to invasive treatments and extended examination in the genito-urinary tract and alimentary canal. That's why we will get direct knowledge of what ails you. So; first, we have to prep you. There are several stages to that beginning with putting you in the right position and ending in a high colonic that will make sure your colon is entirely clean. I have asked some of the advanced students to attend to those tasks. The others, of course, will begin observing your responses."
Two students, Beverly and Steve came forward and as Beverly removed my towel with a graceful sweep of her hand, Steve led me to the table. I held back for a step but then remembered I had volunteered and that the doctor has actually made it sound intriguing. I also felt the first flush of embarrassment warm my cheeks although it all still seemed a bit mystifying. Not knowing what I would be doing, I felt more self-conscious than usual about being entirely naked.
Steve steered me to the side of the table and gently nudged me so that I was sitting on its side. "You won't have to worry about getting tired from all that standing and posing this time. You can just relax and we'll take care of you." He had an anticipatory look in his eye as he said it.
Beverly gently grasped my thigh and pushed so that I compliantly swung my legs up onto the table. The back of it was angled so that I could recline and have my torso at a 45 degree angle. Steve and Beverly went to opposite sides of the table and in sync lifted my feet and slipped my knees into the stirrups that compelled me to spread my legs quite wide. My exposed butt was right at the edge of the flat part of the table and I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.
I was amazed at how exposed I felt. I could feel cool air on my butt, especially my anus and the now unprotected area below my scrotum. I could also feel some 45 pairs of eyes staring straight at that part of me. I usually posed to show myself to best advantage but this seemed to have little do with my musculature and more to do with those parts of me that had never been the subject of scrutiny in my previous sessions. It felt like I was being displayed in the least flattering and most objectifying way possible. Oddly, it didn't feel all bad. My penis had begun to engorge and there was nothing I could do about it. That had never happened before and I moved to cover myself, but Steve quite assertively took my arms and hands, and strapped them to either side of the bed and then did the same to my legs so that I could not swing them back out of the stirrups.
Meanwhile Beverly took an odd looking clear glass cylinder from a table and slid it down around my penis and testicles. It made a snug fit and I realized that my now fully erect penis filled the cylinders internal circumference almost perfectly. The cylinder extended about five inches above the tip of my penis and to this end she brought down a thin clear hose I hadn't notice before and attached it to a small nipple on the glass top of the cylinder. She slid it into the cylinder until it just touched the tip of my penis and seemed to enter my urethra ever so slightly. Beverly turned a switch and I heard a slight hiss and felt a sucking motion pulling my penis even further up the cylinder. The small tube, which had gone further into my urethra, was producing a pulling sensation as well.
I also noticed that the cylinder had metric markings on it, and at almost the same time Dr. Gray said, "Beverly and Steve, I want you to keep notes on how high in the cylinder Jim's penis reaches as we get him ready for the actual examination. You will use the vacuum pump to ensure that his penis stays at that level or higher throughout the exam. Later we will need to remove the cylinder to carry out the third series of exams." Having my penis looked at was one thing but having it continually monitored for what had begun to sound like a long exam was quite another. I didn't feel entirely humiliated at the prospect but it did make me feel as if I were entirely at the mercy of others and unable to retain any control over my own body's actions. It was a strange state and a disconcerting feeling; I had a fear it would get worse before long and a suspicion that the result would be not anything I had ever experienced before.
As the doctor was speaking I noticed that the students had wheeled a small tray over near my bottom and that there was a tube of shaving lotion and what looked like feminine style razors on it. I was trying to guess what they were getting ready to do, having an ominous sense that I knew but couldn't bear to admit to myself that two women were going to do something so personal and potentially embarrassing as expose my genital area to the concerted gaze of all without any of the adult hair that had come to partially obscure and identify it. If I was right I would soon become just another physical specimen whose genitals and anus presented themselves as anatomical landmarks more than portions of my individual personality. I was more than right when I heard Doctor Gray say, "We will be doing a navel to knee shaving procedure so that all of the muscles that might come into play will be as plainly visible as possible. Twitching and tensing are likely to occur at various stages and we want to observe all such movements carefully. And, of course, Jim's pelvic area will also be afforded maximum exposure to your observations."
Two more students, Jennifer and Blake, joined Beverly and Steve and set to work applying a lather to my entire, exposed body from my navel to my knees. At one point, they looked at each other and nodded and the next thing I knew they were lathering my calves as well. Beverly kept an eye on the cylinder vacuum during all of this and she and I exchanged a glance after she nodded at the small bead of pre-cum that had entered the clear tube that extended up to the top of the cylinder. The bead slowly rose, sucked up by the vacuum until it emptied into the "U" shaped collecting portion of the tube just beyond the top of the cylinder.
Meanwhile, Steve and Blake helped by pulling my skin taut as Jennifer set about shaving. She was clearly a good medical student since she took her time and was extremely methodical. No hairs escaped her razor as she slowly worked down from my navel, removing every single pubic hair and then gently, with the boys' help, shaving off all of the hairs that surrounded my anus. Then it was on to my legs and their gradual denuding. I felt a slight tingling around my anus as if it has been opened and was experiencing some form of penetration but it was just the after effect of having the skin pulled taut and the coating of fine hair totally removed.
As Jennifer made her way down to my ankles, I heard another cart being wheeled up to the base of the table. Steve had taken a warm towel and was wiping my body free of any lingering shave lotion as I saw Dr. Gray holding a long tube in his hand. He turned to the group, "This is the tube that I will insert into Jim's anus and slowly thread up into his transverse colon, at least. It is actually a tube within a tube and this machine will pump water in that the second tube will gradually allow to run back out. It was be a continuous cycle as water enters and leaves, carrying more and more fecal matter and waste material with it. The first pulse contains a cleansing solution of castile soap to get the process going but we will switch to isotonic saline solution after the first 4 quarts have come back out."
Beverly continued to monitor the penis pump as Dr. Gray lubricated the tube and Steve took a big glob of lubricant and massaged it into my anal area. Jennifer came back with a giant metal syringe with a large, blunt "needle" on it. As Steve helped guide her aim, she inserted the 4 inch probe-like needle end into my rectum and then slowly pushed the plunger: I could feel a steady stream of what must have been a lubricant fill my rectum fuller and fuller. Dr. Gray explained, "We will be filling Jim with lubricant fairly often as we proceed; it helps things go smoothly and we have an abundant supply."
