His ass and thighs still smarted, but the blonde bitch was finally gone and this lady seemed to not hate his guts. Even the embarrassment of being naked was lessened since she was clearly like, a doctor or something. He let his shoulders down and relaxed a bit.
"Knees on the bench right there, please." was her instruction as the door closed. Languidly, he complied, easing his knees onto the padding. She picked up a tablet, and he wanted to express his gratitude.
"Thanks for saving my ass back th-" Casey started, but she interrupted him brusquely.
"Bench, non-compliance mode." she spoke into the tablet, and the thing Casey was kneeling on chimed pleasantly. Suddenly, the clearly more complicated than he had assumed machine sprung into action. Soft plastic arms erupted from the sides of it and grabbed his wrists and ankles, yanking him downward onto the apparent machine. He felt another snake across his lower back, and he was totally immobilized.
"What the fuck, I would-" he felt shocked and betrayed. He'd done as she said, he was going to cooperate! But she interrupted him again.
"Bench, mute." Another pleasant chime, another device sprung up right in front of his face, and a small gas mask pushed onto his face. It covered his nose and mouth, a low flow of oxygen feeding in. Was this to shut him up, or to keep him from passing out?
"I told you I had a schedule, and I don't have time for conversation. You're lucky Meredith isn't here yet with that language anyway, or that would have been soap instead of rubber. Bench, begin pre-exam cleandown."
Casey shuddered and struggled against the bonds as two rubbery prongs grabbed at his bruised butt cheeks, spreading them wide apart. He felt so exposed, but the soft plastic arms held him tighter than he imagined. He jumped as a splash of cold liquid made contact with his skin, looking back in fear to see what was happening.
A 3rd arm was raised prominently, thinner than the others, and attached to it was a nozzled hose. It sprayed a small stream of soapy water at the top of his crack, which flowed down his nethers into a basin that had popped out between his legs. His eyes widened as the arms holding his cheeks apart seemed to unfold additional attachments, and a series of rough looking circular brushes raised up menacingly. When they began to spin, Casey attempted to protest, but the mask over his face reduced the begging to garbled nothings. Constance walked around to the back, monitoring the cleaning process.
"Geez, it's really pathetic how gross boys are. I hate to be reductivist, but experience only reinforces this. No wonder you're here, can't even keep yourself clean." she intoned, her voice bored and droll.
The brushes fell on his flesh, toiling away at sensitive tissue. Bristles scrubbed inside his cheeks, along his anus, thorough and shameless; leaving no crevasse uncleaned. It was of course, at this exact moment, that the door opened wide. In strolled Meredith, freshened up, only now in what was clearly an evening gown. It was black and off the shoulder, ending just below the knee. It flaunted her stunning curves, and Casey wanted to die having her walk in and see him like this. Constance turned to greet the new arrival, eyebrows raised at the outfit.
"I'm sorry, Constance, that took longer than I expected." Meredith said, her voice still so calm and collected. The older medtech smiled wryly.
"Oh, no problem Meredith. I just feel a bit dressed down for this boy's exam is all." she chuckled, and Meredith smiled in return before rolling her eyes.
"The brass is throwing me a tedious dinner tonight. Black tie." she explained, and began affixing some dangly obsidian earrings. She walked around the bench until she was facing him, their eyes locking for the first time since she'd entered. His were afraid, hers had the edge of potential anger in them. The earring secured, her left hand found its way to his shoulder. "Were you noncompliant?" she asked with her head bent, an edge to her voice. The tone cut through Casey's humiliation and brought him straight to panic, he shook his head "no" furiously.
"This one here had an eventful trip over, but he did as I told him. Just didn't feel like dealing with any explaining today." Constance answered, pausing for effect. "I've got plans tonight too, ya know." Meredith smiled at Constance's words, sharing that beam of light with Casey. It was stunning how much relief he felt as he watched her tensions leave her, and she patted him gently on the exposed part of his cheek before she began to walk back to the anterior of the bench. He breathed in the cold bottled oxygen like it was a new experience, almost forgetting the rest of his situation for a moment, then the brushes resumed and the brief respite ended.
"Ugh, boys." Meredith groaned as she watched the cleaners work. Constance raised her eyebrows in agreement as the Minder continued. "I don't trust his hygiene habits right now, so let's get rid of all that hair and mess. I want it clean for the foreseeable. Use the lasers too, please." she said, and the medtech agreed.
"Good idea. Bench, full clear, lasers authorized." she said into her tablet. The brushes retracted, slipping back into the multitool arms, and out came a pair of straight razors. The nozzled water flipped a setting, and a cool cream began spraying out instead. The shaken boy held perfectly still in fear as the blades made contact with his skin, shaving down and around his precious bits. God, was this really happening? He wasn't really attached to the hair down there, had mostly let it be out of laziness. But no longer having the control over what it looked like, her demanding it be lasered off for a long time! His racing mind belatedly flashed back to the sight of Maeve's cunt, clicking that she had been subjected to the same treatment. It had looked so raw and exposed...he was shaken out of the memory by the sound of both women gasping slightly.
"Not the expected reaction, but we did need that measurement." Constance said, and as Casey looked back, she was snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. The machine had paused as it detected her approach. It was only then that the boy realized his cock had grown hard again, even strapped down and exposed like this. The medtech's gloved hand grabbed a hold of his member, and he heard the artificial shutter noise of photos being taken. This would have caused him to freak out quite a bit, had not Meredith circled around to the front and taken a hold of his face in her hands.
"You're doing so well, Casey. I know this is difficult, perhaps embarrassing, but this is all an important part of the process." Her voice was so soothing and assuring, he relaxed right into the sound. Behind him, Constance spoke to the bench, and he felt the tingling sensation of the lasers doing their part. There was also the sound of more photos. It was all so strange and uncomfortable, but Meredith guided him through it easily with a serene look. He wasn't sure how long it lasted before Constance announced she was finished.
"Cleandown is done, and we got all the measurements we need for his device." Meredith smiled brightly at the news, then her face turned to concern. She moved the back of her hand against his forehead.
"He feels a bit warm after that, can we check?" She asked Constance. Casey was confused and hazy, until he felt the medtech's gloved hand on his still tingling rear. A small metallic object appeared at his anus with a cool coating of lube, and before he could even react, she had pushed it inside of him. Were they taking his temperature...rectally??? It made him feel so pathetic and small. Constance read a number off the tablet, and pronounced him the picture of health. Meredith looked relieved. The medtech spoke again as she removed the thermometer, casually dropping words that sent Casey reeling.
"Wanna wrap this up with the semen sample?" She asked. Meredith checked the slim silver watch on her wrist, then looked to Constance and nodded.
"Good idea. We should use prostate massage, he'll need to get used to that for the chastity device," the Minder answered plainly, as if ordering a coffee. "Let me get my notes, I should check on something." Casey also wanted to check on something! What the hell was a "chastity device?" He tried in vain once more to speak up through the mask, but all he could manage was muffled noises. Constance spoke to the bench again, and he found himself shocked one more time at what it was capable of. A tube had come out of the bench directly, and wrapped itself around his still slightly-erect cock. Meredith appeared in his field of vision again, this time with a tablet, and as he looked up at her face the tube began a noticeable suction. As the feeling started to escalate, she spoke.
