Mark entered the room. It was half the size of the previous room. It looked like a doctor's office exam room. There was a medical chair in the corner, a tall bench seat in the opposite corner that looked like a tall piano bench. One wall was filled with cupboards and drawers that looked like they held medical supplies.
There were 2 women in the room waiting for him. Both were wearing scrubs, but one had a stethoscope draped around her neck, and the other was just holding a pen in one hand, and a clipboard in the other. They were both wearing face masks, so all Mark really knew was that they both appeared to be in their 30's and both looked sexy in the scrubs.
The lady with the clipboard finally spoke up first. "Hello, my name is Dr. Rachel, and this is my assistant Mindy." Mindy smiled and nodded at Mark. Dr. Rachel continued.
"We will be conducting your exam and getting you prepped for your stay here on the island. Please remove all clothes."
Mark paused in disbelief. He had never even been in less than a bathing suite in front of another woman in years. Let alone naked in front of 2 women. Mark finally responded, "Can't we just do the exam with my clothes on?"
Dr. Rachel got a stern look on her face, "Your refusal just earned you your first punishment! I suggest you do what you are told, exactly when we tell you to do it!"
Mark, realizing that she was very serious, said, "ok, Dr. Rachel, I was just asking.".
Dr. Rachel snapped back, "That's Mistress Rachel, to you!"
Dr. Rachel continued, "I didn't take you for one to push back. I guess we are going to have to give you some special treatment to remind you who is in charge. Strip! Now!"
Mark swallowed the lump in his throat, along with his pride and began removing his shoes, and then his socks. Next, Mark removed his shirt followed by his shorts. As he tossed his shorts into the growing pile of clothes on the floor, now wearing only his boxers. Mindy pulled a black piece of cloth from the pocket of her srub top and stepped behind Mark. Mindy placed the blindfold around Mark's head as his world faded to black.
They really aren't messing around, Mark thought. Everything was pitch black. Mistress Rachel said, "No one told you to keep the boxers on." When I bent down to pull off my final piece of protective clothing, I could still feel Mindy standing behind me. I heard a drawer open and close, followed by two bottle caps opening. It sounded like tubes of toothpaste opening. As I felt hands begin to move all over my body, starting at my shoulders and working their way down my arms, I first felt a cold chill from whatever they were rubbing on my arms. It felt like lotion if some sort. But as soon as I began enjoying the little massage, my skin started to get noticeably warmer. My arms were pulled behind my back and I heard metal clicking behind my back, along with cold medal surrounding my wrists. My hands were now cuffed behind my back.
"What the hell!? What is this stuff? It's burning my skin!"
"Relax, don't be such a pussy." Said Mindy.
The hands continued down my chest and my back, my shoulders felt like the first layer of skin was being burnt off. Suddenly, a loud slap ended the awkward silence as one of them slapped my left ass cheek, and said, "spread your legs!"
I did as I was ordered. Another loud smack to the other cheek, this one was harder and I couldn't help but let out an "ah!" Quickly spreading my legs wider, I felt hands all over my dick, balls, and ass. They were covering me from head to toe. As they finished applying the cream to my legs, I was now covered with whatever this torture lotion was.
I heard a door open and I was lead into another room. I knew it was somewhere else because the lanolium floor beneath my feet was now cold cement, or tile. Suddenly I heard the sound of rushing water and cold water splashed over my body and I started to feel the burning sensation going away. The women scrubbed every inch of my body with sponges as the water finally started getting warm. After I was scrubbed and washed I noticed the burning sensation was pretty much gone. I was then quickly toweled off but it was done quickly and my body was left cold and damp. My skin did feel soft and clean, but otherwise I just felt cold and wet.
I realized I was being led back into the other room when I noticed the floor was warmer.
Slap
Another smack to my left cheek. This one was hard enough to move me forward and I felt something bump into the front of my thighs and caused me to fall forward. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I fell chest first onto something cold but a little soft. It must be the tall bench. I thought. My hands were uncuffed and pulled directly down and away from my chest. I felt leather straps being tightened around my wrists and the sound of two metal clips springing closed. I jerked my arms but it only confirmed that my hands were now bound to the legs of the bench. Suddenly, I felt the same thing happening to my ankles. This time I heard multiple metal sounds, and the final three were at the same time my legs were being spread wider, to where I could barely touch the ground with my feet. I could no longer close my legs. I felt a final leather strap go across my middle back and was secured to the bench, so I could no longer lift my back. Suddenly the pressure on my dick and balls was gone and I could feel them hanging in the open air. They had moved a portion of the bench out from underneath me, exposing my penis. I was now fully exposed, and could no longer do anything to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to me.
Suddenly I felt a hand holding something along the length of my dick. Dr. Rachel said, "3 inches soft". I could hear a pencil scribbling something against the clipboard. Did they just measure my dick? Why would they need to know that? I mean, I know I'm not huge, heck, I'm probably not even average. But why do they care?
Before I could question anything else in my mind, the hand that was holding the tape to my dick was removed and I felt a cold and wet liquid running down the crack of my ass. Fearing what they were about to do to me, I said, " please don't do that! Anything but that! I don't like that kind of stuff!"
Dr. Rachel snapped back, "I don't recall caring what you like or don't like"
"Mindy, go ahead and start the throat exam now, so we don't have to listen to that anymore."
I began responding "This is crazy, what throa...." Suddenly something was shoved in my mouth, stopping me from talking. The object was being slowly inserted deeper into my mouth until it was getting close to the back of my throat, pausing her movement briefly, Mindy said "four" then she slowly started pushing the object further until I finally choked and gagged. Again, Mindy stopped and then pulled the object from my mouth. She said "Gagged at five"
