These events happened when I was 24 and had just graduated from college. I was enduring a frustratingly long stay in my local hospital having been diagnosed with a mild infection and requiring to be monitored during a course of antibiotics. The main symptom I had suffered was a swollen gland at the top of my groin, and my pubic hair had been clipped away, shortly after my arrival to enable them to clearly monitor how it was receding with the drug treatment.
I was being kept in a mixed ward with the usual array of patients of various ages, although at this time, towards the end of my few days there, the mix was mainly women, with some in their thirties and forties, and two relatively attractive girls in their late twenties. The days were occasionally enlivened by watching them getting out of their beds in the none-too-concealing gowns to go and speak to the nurses, or donning their robes for a wander around the ward itself.
In addition, one of the young Doctors who sometimes came around to see me was a pretty brunette in her mid-thirties, and I often thought I caught a flirtatious smile playing across her lips when she checked the progress of my swelling each day. There were other Doctors as well, but of course she was my favourite.
One day, I had been in mild discomfort all day due to the inability to go pee. I mentioned this to the nurses and of course when Dr. Clark came around she was informed of it as well. She pulled the curtain around the metal rails which protruded around each bed, providing a degree of privacy, although there was a small gap where the two curtains met each other at the corner which looked out into the main ward.
"So," she said, sitting down at the side of the bed. "You are having some difficultly urinating?" I acknowledged that she was correct. She explained that it was most likely due to a slightly enlarged prostate, as a side effect of the drugs given to me. She asked me some other questions about family medical history, etc., and then explained that she would check my prostate to ensure that this was indeed the cause of the problem.
As she explained this, another younger female Dr. stepped in through the opening of the curtain. "This is Dr. Beverly," said Dr Clark. "She is a junior Dr. on training and she would benefit from watching the procedure."
I nodded my consent, although I was not really given any opportunity to object. Dr Beverly was slim, with olive skin, shiny brown hair in a bun and a slightly prim but attractive appearance to her.
I was asked to lie back and felt a pillow being inserted in the small of my back. Then, I felt the drawstring of my pyjamas being loosened and drawn down to my knees. I closed my eyes, used to the ritual humiliation of having to expose myself to women I hardly knew. I heard Dr Clark instruct Dr Beverly that it would be better to remove the pyjama trousers completely. This done, I heard the sound of a surgical glove being snapped on, and then Dr Clark came into view and explained that I needed to place my feet sole to sole and move them up to my backside, to give her access to my anus, and that she would briefly be inserting a finger into me.
Once I had done this I realized quite how exposed I was. The pillow in the small of my back meant that my backside was presented without obstruction, and I quickly felt a cold lubricant being applied to my anus.
Then, there was a feeling of pressure as she inserted one long gloved finger inside me. The feeling was exquisite, and I tried to keep calm as I felt my heart start to beat and my penis start to thicken and stir.
"Its best to start with one finger," I heard Dr. Clark say, before pushing a second gently inside me, and seeming to stir them to stretch my anus. Then, she pushed both deep inside, and I felt myself slowly but surely start to come erect. How humiliating. She had seen my flaccid penis before, but now she knew she was turning me on.
