Bruno was dumbfounded. He was walking out from his annual medical check-up with the company doctor. She was a woman in her early forties, brunette and slightly overweight, resembling his wife Julie when she was the same age. In the last four years, he had met her six times and felt at ease with her no-nonsense attitude about global health care. This time, however, he was holding in his hand a prescription for a preventive medical procedure imposed by the company's insurer. Every corporate executive reaching the age of fifty had to submit himself to a 'prostate performance test'.
The doctor had broken the news to Bruno at a delicate stage of his exam, when he was getting his prostate felt-up. She sounded quite amused by the situation. "Your prostate is actually in great shape, no sign of any abnormal swelling. But there is no choice, it's a requirement of your insurer to have this performance check... It's a fairly rare test. In my opinion, it's obviously useless in your case," she told him, pursuing the prostate massage longer and deeper than normal. Bruno was getting embarrassed about his growing erection, but the doctor was acting very professionally, undisturbed.
Before leaving the office, Bruno received from his doctor the prescription for the exam, including detailed instructions about how the patient should prepare himself. It was from the Masculine Health and Wellness Clinic. The exam was scheduled for the next Monday and preparation had to occur no more than two days before the exam, therefore during the weekend.
Preparation was explained as follows, on a form: 1) Genitals and area surrounding the anus must be shaved, 2) Anus should be stretched and expanded through digital insertion and use of expansion tools, 3) Patient must ejaculate to prevent involuntary ejaculation during exam, 4) Ejaculation must be confirmed in writing by witness, and 5) Failure to provide written confirmation mentioned in item 4 will result in mandatory ejaculation in the clinic's waiting room.
The form also contained advice to facilitate the preparation: 1) Patient should be placed in a comfortable position, preferably on all fours, 2) Use of lubricant and surgical gloves is recommended, 3) Blindfold may be used to reduce anxiety, 4) Gagging of patient may be appropriate to maintain focus on procedure, and 5) To avoid self-injury from movements, it is suggested to use restraining gear.
When Bruno gave the prescription to his wife, Julie, she was worried about something being wrong, but when she read the details, she smiled and her eyes sparkled.
Bruno was offended by her reaction. "I don't see what is so funny. If you don't have a better attitude, I will prefer to manage on my own," he told her.
"Well, honey, I find it difficult to imagine you doing this kind of preparation on your own... furthermore, you will recall they ask for signature of a witness... not sure your secretary or a golf buddy would be a better choice than myself," she replied. She was right. Bruno had no other alternative. "We will do this Sunday morning," she stated in a firm tone.
On Saturday night, despite a romantic candle-lit dinner, Julie appeared unaffected by his charm and this made Bruno even more worried about the next morning. He failed to see any positive side in the coming preparation session and even less for the Monday morning exam, which remained quite mysterious. In a very different mood, Julie seemed cheerful and even playful about the entire affair. On Friday night, she had gone shopping with a girlfriend and came back empty-handed. Bruno was puzzled.
Sunday morning, Bruno had no appetite eating his breakfast. After picking up the dishes, Julie told him to have a coffee in the den and read his weekend paper. She would get the bedroom ready, behind a closed door. Bruno was quite vocal and complained about all the secrecy.
"Stop bickering! Or you will have to get by on your own. I am the one making the decisions!" Julie blasted. Bruno was swallowing his pride bitterly.
Thirty minutes later, Julie summoned her husband to the bedroom. Before he entered, she tried to blindfold him using an old silk tie, but he refused categorically. "Julie, this is not a naughty game. I am being prepared for a serious medical exam! So please quit the funny stuff!"
Julie had a different opinion. "Bruno, listen to me. You are not sick, this is only a routine exam... and you must admit it does have a certain erotic taste to it. I have done my research, so just cooperate and follow my instructions... or else, you will have to manage by yourself! Understood?" she answered.
Bruno allowed her to blindfold him and he entered the bedroom, feeling his way around. He was led to the bed where Julie positioned him on all fours. He tried to relax when he felt a hot wet washcloth rubbing his buttocks, insistent at the crack of his ass. He reacted differently when a razor blade was felt on his skin, making its way towards his puckered anus.
He could not prevent himself from protesting, "Julie, is this really necessary?"
The razor stopped dead in its course and Julie left the room without speaking a word, closing the door behind her. Bruno realized he had gone too far with his lack of cooperation. He chose not to make matters worse and stayed in position on the bed, blindfolded, head bowed on the pillow, his ass in the air.
Less than fifteen minutes later, he could hear Julie talking to someone. Was she on the phone? Maybe with her mother? The bedroom door swung open and right away, Bruno started to apologize for his behaviour. Without hearing a reply, he felt his balls being grabbed firmly.
"Julie! This is painful! Stop it"
The only response was the feeling of a hand pressing down on the back of his neck, preventing him from getting up. Someone took a hold of his wrist and it was now certain that Julie was no longer alone! Bruno was so shocked his mouth went dry and he could not speak a word. He could not free himself without using his full strength. He chose to let go and follow Julie where she wanted to take him.
His wrists were tied behind his back, probably using another silk tie. "Bruno, why resist Julie the way you have?" he heard a familiar voice say.
He recognized this authoritarian tone. It was Janet, a friend of Julie’s, a fifty-eight-year-old nurse trained according to the old-school principles and values. Bruno had said it many times: if you are seriously sick or ill, Janet is the best nurse you can hope for. She can save you when doctors have doubts. However, if you are just faking it or letting yourself down, Janet could be ruthless and pull you out of bed without blinking an eye.