I was just leaving my last class of the day. I had no idea that my life as I knew it was about to suffer a drastic change. I was heading back to the dorm, enjoying the warm weather when a bicycle messenger approached me.
She was a rather pretty girl. I figured that she was another college student with a part time job. Something I know all about. She was petite and athletic looking, very much my type. For a second I thought I might ask her for her number. She looked at me very strangely as though she had seen me before.
"Randy Summers?"
"Yep."
"I thought it might be you. I was given a very good look...er...description."
I've dated enough to be able to read a look from a girl. She seemed disappointed that I was fully dressed. Did I hear her say she got a 'look' at me? Since I had a light class day I was wearing some khaki walking shorts and a tight Polo shirt. The shirt was very fitted and showed off the muscles in my torso to advantage. I thought I looked very preppy. I couldn't resist flexing and preening a bit for her. I got a quick glimpse of her staring at my crotch. What the hell was she expecting? My walking shorts were not very tight. I wasn't showing 'moose knuckle'. I liked them because I could go 'commando', without underwear, and not be obvious.
"Got a note for you; please sign here. Thanks."
I found myself staring at her ass which looked very perky in her uniform. As she rode off I thought I spotted the FD Corp. Logo on the license plate of her bike. I surmised that Ms. Stone had given her a very detailed description. Or she had been shown the video of my interview. Cripes! How many people are going to watch my sessions? I wasn't sure if I was flattered or disturbed.
Sure enough, the note was from Ms. Stone at FD. I'd been wondering how long it would be before they contacted me. I also wondered if by signing that contract I hadn't made a 'deal with the devil', but I really had no other options. If I wanted to stay in school and finish my courses and get my degree I needed the funding from FD. I was still a bit troubled about what being used for 'Inappropriate Behavior Release' would entail.
Ms. Stone had been true to her word. My tuition and expenses were being paid and I was even getting a little bit of a stipend as promised, so I thought things were going just fine. I would have been happier with a bit more money, but I figured FD Corp. wanted me on a tight enough leash that I wouldn't get in to trouble or be tempted to refuse assignments.
The note said I was to go immediately to a medical clinic and report to a Dr. Emma Zahn for a very thorough medical check-up. After the very pointed way that Ms. Stone had mentioned the importance of cooperation with FD I figured that I had better hustle on over.
Curiously enough, the private clinic was just across from the campus. I had never really noticed the building before.
I walked up to the reception desk, told the desk nurse I was here to see Dr. Zahn. I was taken to an exam room and told to sit and wait. The setup was all very cool and professional. Things seemed pretty normal.
There was a knock on the exam room door. "Come in" I said.
In walked Dr. Emma Zahn. She was a large, imposing woman with steel grey hair worn in a tight bun. If this had been a movie I'd have picked her as the lesbian warden in an all female prison. She looked very 'no-nonsense'.
"Randy, you will address me as Doctor or ma'am. Let me begin by saying that this examination is required because of the unusual nature of your assignments with FD Corp. As you know, your diet and exercise curriculum were changed recently and FD wants to be sure that everything is going according to plan and that you are in optimum condition. As Ms. Stone may have mentioned, this session is being taped." She gave me what seemed to be a slightly sinister smile.
"So Randy, how have you been feeling? Have you had any problems sleeping, any trouble with bathroom functions or anything else? Have you had any issues with sexual function? I'm sure an attractive young man such as yourself has frequent...dates...with young women."
"Nope. Everything's been just great. I feel terrific. I'm no stranger to dating, but my classes keep me busy and I really haven't had much spare money to party with. Anyway, I'm a bit of a loner. And thanks to whomever for improving my diet and workout".
"Excellent. That's what we like to hear. It's much too easy for a healthy young man to become burned out sexually, and we wouldn't want that. We've designed your diet and exercise regime to get you a bit more muscular while remaining lean and ripped. We want every bit of sculpted muscle to be on display. Now remove all of your clothing."
I got up and started to undress. I looked around for one of those hospital gowns.
"Um, Dr. I don't see a hospital gown."
"That's because there isn't one. I must be able to get a good look at all of you. Kindly undress, we have a lot to accomplish. Do you always go without underwear?"
I kept hearing Ms. Stone's words in my head about being put in situations that would be uncomfortable or embarrassing and how crucial it was to cooperate no matter what. I desperately needed their funding so I could complete my remaining terms and get my degree.
"Umm, not always, just sometimes. Is there something wrong with that?"
"Oh no, not at all. In fact it can be very advantageous to sperm production. Some women enjoy a man who can produce large amounts of ejaculate fluid. Also, there are women who enjoy the visual stimulation of seeing a man's equipment displayed when he wears tight fitting pants. I imagine that you have pants that display your...assets quite nicely. I, myself prefer a man, especially a young and attractive one, to be completely nude at all times."
She snapped her fingers. I removed my clothes as quickly as I could. I figured she did not want me to waste time. Standing there stark naked in front of an imposing and humorless female doctor, I confess I was feeling very uneasy. I'd had a number of physicals before but never while naked the whole time. The room felt unusually warm, I was beginning to sweat.
"Umm...Doctor...is it warm in here?"
"Yes it is. As you are going to be fully nude for some time we can't have you catching cold. Very good, now sit on the exam table."
As the doctor was performing some of the usual tasks, temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, looking down my throat, all normal stuff, I noticed a small pin on the lapel of her lab coat. It was the FD Corp. logo. Just like on the bicycle and the tattoo on my finger.
She started to listen to my heart. I must have flinched when she applied the stethoscope to my chest. It felt ice cold, almost as though it had been deliberately chilled.
"Yes, Randy, the stethoscope is quite cold. Surely you're man enough to deal with some mild discomfort."
Um...Doctor? Don't doctors usually wear rubber gloves during physical exams?"
"I usually wear them. You are a special case. I don't want anything to dull or mask the sensations, yours...or...mine. I will be using gloves later. Do you understand?"
I merely nodded. She then applied the icy stethoscope to my back and asked me to take deep breaths so she could listen to my lungs. One of her hands managed to grab one of my pecs. She began rubbing my nipple with her finger. My cock is hard-wired to my nipples. I tend to get very aroused when my nipples are played with. I could feel blood flowing to my cock as it stated to lengthen and stiffen slightly. I was concerned that I might pop an unwanted boner right there.
"Lie down on the table."
The table wasn't much warmer than the stethoscope. There was no padding or even a paper liner. Dr. Z spent an inordinate amount of time just looking at me and making notes on her clipboard. She felt my biceps, triceps, thighs and calves. She ran her fingernails along my six-pack abs. She thumped on my chest, and pressed and kneaded my abs and stomach area and, I guess, listened to my bowels with that still ice cold stethoscope. Then she started kneading my balls and checking my groin area. It seemed to me that she was pressing and kneading a lot harder than necessary and paying an undue amount of attention to my balls and penis. Sure enough my cock was responding to the attention and started to inflate. If this went on much longer I was going to have a raging hard-on. She yanked hard on my ball sack.
"Is there any pain or discomfort when I do this?"
I gasped but shook my head 'no'.
"Is there any severe pain or discomfort when I pinch your nipples?"
I groaned but again shook my head 'no'.
"Excellent. You have a good pain threshold. Roll over. Get on your knees. Put your head down and your butt in the air. I need to examine your bowels".
As she spoke she reached for her rubber gloves and put them on. I sighed. The sooner I surrender to whatever is going to happen, the sooner it will be over.
I felt something cold and slimy being squirted on my ass hole. I assumed it was lube of some sort. I felt her finger rubbing the lube around my butthole and even along my ass crack. She applied even more to the spot. I gasped as something cold and metal that felt like a medieval torture device was inserted in my frightened hole. I remembered my own doctor calling it a speculum.
"Hmmm. Your anus is very tight, very tight indeed. You obviously don't use any anal sex toys. I doubt that any of your girlfriends has ever fucked you with a strap-on. Watching you get fucked would be quite enjoyable."
Dr. Zahn actually laughed. My tight anus didn't stop her from spreading my hole and leaving that object there for quite a while. I swear she even twisted it back and forth a bit. I felt my cock stirring even more. This must be what Ms. Stone meant by 'inappropriate behavior'. As Dr. Z continued to examine my nether region, one of her hands firmly massaged my butt cheek.
