The Court Video

I sat in court listening to my lawyer go on. Not how I wanted to spend part of the summer when I was twenty-two but I didn't have a choice really. She described the injury I sustained to my hip a few months ago and why it was the fault of the bike manufacturer. The whole thing was supposed to wrap up easily. She sat down and the lawyer for the bike people stood up and started talking.

He mentioned my injury and that it might not be as bad as I claimed. We'd expected this, no worry. But then he said "So let's watch the examination video."

I nudged my lawyer. "You said they were going to just refer to a summery and not show any video."

"That was my understanding," she told me as she stood up and asked to speak to the judge.

The judge waved both lawyers over and the three of them conferred at the bench a while, each of them turning at points to look over at me. I nervously looked at the assembled jury and then at the other folks, including a few work friends, who sat in the public seating.

"Given the nature of the video, I will be asked the public to leave and close this courtroom," the judge said after some thought. It wasn't great, I didn't want the jury, or hell, my lawyer, to see the video either, but at least it wasn't as bad as it could be.

My lawyer came back and sat next to me.

"Bruce," she said quietly, "I'm sorry."

I just nodded.

They wheeled in a big TV and I wilted inside. The video started.

In it I was in a hospital gown, sitting on an exam table, and my doctor talked to me. I'd never seen the video, though I knew it was being recorded, so I hadn't been sure what angle it would have.

A perfect one, it turned out. Me, center framed, a slight angle so my doctor could be seen as well.

"Ok, Bruce," my doctor said in the video, "vital signs are normal, now I need to inspect the hip itself."

In the video I nodded.

"Please raise your gown for me."

Oh God.

I did, of course, raise my gown, in the video. I looked at the jury as the large screen TV suddenly showed my bruised hip as well as my fully exposed dick and balls for all to see. Most of them sat stone faced, but one woman, probably around my age, cute brown hair hiding part of her face, smiled a bit.

I turned bright red and looked at my lawyer instead. She was watching the video and didn't notice me looking at her.

They all watched as the doctor touched and examined my hip, heard me cry out in pain a little once or twice, and I hoped the video would end there. That was all they needed. But I knew, in my heart, it would keep running.

And it did.

"Have you been able to perform, sexually, since the accident?" my doctor asked.

"No ma'am," I replied in the video. "The hip hurts too much."

"Have you achieved an erection, since the accident?" she asked.

"I tried," I said in the video, "to masturbate once but the hip hurt too much, and distracted me, and nothing, uhhh, nothing happened."

"Well we need to see if the fall damaged anything or if it's just the muscles of your hip distracting you, as you say." The doctor walked out of frame and came back with a walker. "I know you don't need this, just a cane for now, but trust me," she said.

I nodded.

"Stand up for me?" she asked. "You can shrug out of the gown first," she added and I did, now fully nude.

I stood, like that, naked to the world in this video, and she patted the handles of the walker. I rested my hands on them, leaning a bit forward to do so. Watching, I hoped the bars of the walker might obscure my junk but no, of course not.

If anything the bars framed up my entire situation perfectly.

The doctor snapped on a latex glove and reached for some lube.

"Oh no," I heard my lawyer whisper.

Oh yeah, I wanted to say, but just kept my mouth shut, watching as the doctor slid a finger up my ass. Well I couldn't see that, but I could watch my own face in reaction to it, which was telling to everyone watching.

"The prostate seems swollen," the doctor said, "but not dangerously so." As her finger moved around inside my ass.

On the video I just grunted in response. Well that wasn't my only response, but it was my only verbal one.

I also got rock hard, fairly quick. All six inches of my erection, playing out in a courtroom, on a big TV. For a bunch of strangers.

In real time, in the court, my balls tightened as they crept up into me in humiliation.

"Don't worry," the doctor said, in the video, "we're almost done. But I should test to make sure you can ejaculate. Have you since the accident?"

"No ma'am," I said up on the TV, my breath hitching a bit as she started to manipulate me from the inside.

"Almost three weeks," she mused, "would explain the swelling of the prostate. Don't worry this will help that. Just try to relax and don't fight it, all right?"

"I...I couldn't if I...wanted to," I replied breathing heavier.

I wanted to sink under the court room table. I didn't want them all to see this, and I really didn't want to have to be here while they did.

I watched myself as I leaned heavily on the walker, the doctor behind me. My erection bobbing with the slight swaying I was doing. In the video my eyes closed, and I groaned, embarrassingly loudly.

Then I came, with the force of someone who hasn't cum in a few weeks. Strand after strand shot out of me and you could hear, through the panting noises I was making, the wet splatter of it hitting the floor.

"Shhh that's good just let it all out," the doctor said behind me.

The video got turned off then. The courtroom was dead silent. My lawyer was blushing as hard as I felt I was.

The jury looked embarrassed, too, except that one girl who looked like she'd enjoyed the whole thing.

"I'm so...I'm so sorry," my lawyer whispered to me.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Court, uhhh," we will take a short," the judge started and stopped as she spoke, "recess after that."