*******This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. Here Dr. Bellows from 'The Catholic Finishing Academy' series visits Dr. Dibbins to observe how she runs her clinic. He gets to observe the first visit of a university's archery team to the clinic. This takes place before the events of 'The Dibbins Clinic' series. That series should be read first for context as the way Dr. Dibbins runs her clinic will not be explained in great detail. Please leave comments.*******
25-year-old Dr. Bellows adjusted his tie as he followed the curvaceous Dr. Maribel Dibbins through the hallway toward exam room five. Dr. Dibbins treatments were legendary, and he was glad he was able to observe her in action.
He had noted that the waiting room was jammed full of young men. The men ranged in age from eighteen to near thirty. Apparently, this was Dr. Dibbins specialty.
With a quick knock on the door, Dr. Dibbins swung the door of exam room five open. Inside the five-gentleman jumped. They were all standing nervously against the wall. They were all dressed the same. They wore black jeans with tennis shoes and a polo shirt that was tucked in. The breast pocket on the polo shirts read, "Western University Men's Archery Team".
They were all staring nervously at the five odd looking chairs arranged in a circle in the corner of the room. The chairs were padded with two arm rests and a headrest. The five young men seemed nervous, like they didn't know what to expect.
"Good morning gentleman. I am Dr. Maribel Dibbins. This is Doctor Jermaine Bellows. He will be shadowing me today." Both doctors extended their hands and shook hands with the young men.
While shaking hands with the first two young men Dr. Bellows realized they were twins. They were shorter with bright red hair, a little chubby but not fat. The next young man hand long brown hair past his shoulders and was thin, with muscles and around six feet tall. The fourth man was average height with a bowl hair cut with brown hair and brown eyes. And the last young man had pale white skin and an overbite with a prominent forehead.
Dr. Dibbins flipped through her files and pointing at the red headed twins said, "you two must be eighteen-year-old freshman Cooley and Colt." Pointing at the young man with long brown hair she said, "you are twenty-two-year-old senior team captain, Marvel." Next, she pointed at the bowl-cut brown-haired man saying, "you are twenty-one-year-old junior, Houston." Finally, she pointed at the pale man with the overbite saying, "and you are nineteen-year-old sophomore, Wilton."
She continued, "gentleman this clinic is very special, because I specialize in helping young men focus or helping them learn discipline. Your coach has sent you here because he has seen a gradual decline in your performance, and he wants to make sure you are absolutely focused on your archery. We will begin some typical examinations before we move on to your group treatment."
Pointing at team-captain Marvel she instructed, "why don't we let the team captain take the lead here. Marvel, remove your clothes please."
All the young men seemed to look confused at what the doctor had just said. Marvel shifted his footing and nervously said, "h.... Here. Can't we go to another room."
Dr. Dibbins replied, "no son. I'm a medical professional and everyone else here is a man. You have nothing to be modest about. Now remove your clothes. We are on a tight schedule."
Dr. Bellows enjoyed seeing the young man squirm.
Marvel glanced at the rest of his team then began slipping his shoes off. He slipped off his socks then his shirt and undershirt revealing a thin but muscular stomach with a small bellybutton and a thin line of dark hair heading down from his bellybutton and flaring out as it went into his waistband.
He slid his pants off and was left wearing a pair of navy blue briefs. Dr. Bellows could tell the pouch at the crotch was very full and straining to contain what looked to be a large sex organ.
As Marvel paused Dr. Dibbins ordered, "underwear off too."
Marvel gulped and then pulled off the underwear leaving him naked. Dr. Bellows as well as the rest of the archery team couldn't help but glance down at Marvel's large penis. It was soft but looked to be larger than most men were hard.
Several of the young men giggled. The pale Wilton snickered, "damn. We'll have to start calling you big dick."
Marvels face turned bright red.
Dr. Bellows interjected, "watch it. We'll see what you're saying when you're in Marvel's position."
The smile left Wilton's face.
Dr. Dibbins began placing her stethoscope on Marvels chest taking the usual readings. Then pointed at the exam bench shoved against the wall and said, "bend over son. I need to examine your prostate."
Marvel began to object, "please doc, not with these guys here."
Dr. Bellows began to be more confident and said, "come on. This is perfectly normal. And besides, soon the rest of them will be in your position."
Marvel rolled his eyes then the hung team captain bent over the exam bench.
Dr. Dibbins clapped on exam gloves and retrieved a container of lubricant. "Dr. Bellows," she asked, "can you help me please? I need you to spread Marvel open so I can see."
Marvel wanted to crawl away from humiliation. He felt Dr. Bellows hands on either of his ass cheeks and then felt him pull them as wide open as they would go. He could feel air against his butthole.
The four other guys now had a straight on view of their team captain's anus winking at them.
With a thick glob of lubricant on her fingers and with no warning Dr. Dibbins shoved two fingers all the way into Marvel's anus, into his rectum. As she began vigorously hooking her fingers down over and over Marvel thought his knees would give out from the ecstasy. He'd never played in his ass before, but he knew damn well he would now start shoving a finger in his ass on a regular basis.
After a very thorough prostate exam Dr. Dibbins pulled out her fingers and told him to stand back up.
Marvel hesitantly asked, "can.... Can I stay here a minute?"
"No," Dr. Dibbins instructed, "we need to keep things moving. And Houston go ahead and start stripping down." As Houston started unbuckling his belt and shucking off his boots Marvel stood up. Dr. Dibbins roughly grabbed Marvel's shoulder and turned him to face his team.
Their normally confidant and assertive team captain now had a crimson face and his eyes rolled up at the ceiling. Between his legs his already large penis had grown even larger and was full of blood. It pointed out of a thick bush of black hair and the purple head was pointing at the team.
Dr. Dibbins retrieved a measuring tape from her pocket and, to Marvel's horror, began measuring his penis.
"Wait, come on. That can't be normal." Houston, who was now in his plaid boxers, blurted out.
Dr. Dibbins replied, "yes, it is Houston. We are making sure your penis's are healthy. Dr. Bellows, please record 9.8 inches in Marvel's file."
As Dr. Dibbins pushed Marvel back over to the rest of the team she patted him on the back saying, "congratulations Marvel. I think you're my largest patient of the week."
