I had been worrying about my health for some time, just little things, and wanted to have a thorough check-up. My normal GP insisted it was not necessary but I wanted peace of mind so I looked elsewhere.
As most of us do I first searched for remedies that did not involve a doctor, lots of the sites were full of sexual services to help with erection problems so I gave up on that route.
Then amongst these, I came across an advert promoting, 'Full medical assessments', with referrals for quick access to specialists. I emailed them for further details and received an almost immediate reply, a summary of services was included and a link to their website.
I clicked through and was taken to a very professional-looking site. It had a comprehensive information sheet that explained that they offer a head-to-toe check-up and that they had routes to specialists not open to normal GPs.
It was not cheap, but I was at the age when things start to go wrong, so I decided to request an appointment, I filled in the required information, ticked the box confirming I had read the small print and sent it off.
I received an email with an appointment date for the following week and directions to their premises.
On the day of the appointment, I set off early and was somewhat surprised when I arrived at the address as it was a detached house and I had been expecting a clinic.
I rang the video doorbell and a pleasant voice answered I introduced myself.
"I'll be with you shortly," she replied.
She opened the door, and I was met with a smartly dressed matronly lady. "Do come in Mister Hume," she said, "I'll show you to the waiting area."
I was led to a room with comfortable chairs and the normal magazines you find in these places.
"I have to give you this to fill in and just read this to you."
"'This questionnaire is designed to elicit as much information about you as possible. Its purpose is so that the examination is tailored to your specific needs. So please be honest with your answers and ensure you tick all boxes relevant to you. Please add any additional information in the box provided.'"
She then gave me a questionnaire to complete, which was very comprehensive and even delved into sexual preferences and habits. She came back after about fifteen minutes to collect the paperwork and gave me a gown.
"If you can pop into that little cubicle there, undress and put the gown on please, leaving your underpants on, and then just wait back out here and someone will come for you," she said.
I did as requested and then sat self-consciously in the chair with this short gown up around my thighs. I saw that she was going through my paperwork and wondered what she was thinking of me due to some of my answers.
She looked up at me from time to time and smiled at me.
"Hello Mister Hume, my name is Emma," announced this tall young lady, even the heavy framed glasses did not distract from her beauty, as she breezed into the room, "and I am a pre-med student, who, if you have no objections, will be with Doctor Mason throughout your examination."
"No, that's fine by me. We all have to learn don't we."
"If you can follow me, I have to take some initial readings ready for the doctor to start, while the doctor goes through your paperwork."
So we went into the examination room, where all the normal equipment was in view.
"First blood pressure, so please sit on the chair and relax," she said, "there that's done, now I just need to take a couple of blood samples for liver function and kidneys."
Height and weight followed. "Now an ECG, so if I can just slip your gown down to access your chest that would be lovely."
Down the gown came and various leads were attached. "Lay very still while the machine does its bit please, Mister Hume."
"Good that's done, now temperature and we are done. If you could lay on your side and pull your knees up, please," she said.
"I thought you said you were taking my temperature," I said to her.
"Oh yes, the doctor has a preference for rectal readings as she believes them more accurate."
With that, she pulled the gown up and my pants down to my thighs. "Just feel a little cold now," she said as she opened up my cheek and placed some gel onto my anus with a gloved finger. "Now just a little pressure."
I felt the thermometer going in, she twirled it, and then said, "While that's there I forgot to ask you when your last bowel movement was?"
"This morning," I replied.
"Thank you." She pulled the thermometer out slowly, took the reading, and then wiped away the remaining gel. "All done!" she chirped brightly, handed me a tissue, and pressed a buzzer while I made myself decent.
In came the doctor, a tall female in her forties or more, with a very husky and sexy voice, who was also wearing the same type of glasses. "Good morning, Mister Hume, or may I call you Richard?"
"Richard is fine," I replied.
"Good, good," she said in that distracted manner doctors use. "Right let us get started. I've looked through your questionnaire thoroughly and I see that you were very honest in your answers, which is good so this can now be tailored for you."
"Right, now stand up and Emma will take your measurements. Sorry, I should have checked with you. I'm sure Emma has explained already, but she is a student, and it would be helpful for her to assist me during your examination. This may mean that some things are repeated to give her hands-on experience. Now, is that OK with you?"
"Yes, of course, it is, no problem at all."
Emma asked me to remove my gown and started to take measurements, of the neck, chest, both upper arms and wrists, waist, hips, then upper thigh, and so on. Then the length of both arms and outside leg and inside leg. For the inside measurement, the back of her hand was pushing up on my balls which resulted in a bit of movement of my cock. I saw her look at the result of her actions and I'm sure there was a smile.
The doctor then said, "Richard, may I ask you a favour?
“Of course, as long as it’s legal,” I joked.
“I would like, with your permission, to take some photographs of your body. I do this as I may invite you back in about six months to check to see if the recommendations I make to you at the end of this consultation have had any effect."
She continued, "It is also part of a training program I am running with some students, like Emma, and they will not be used outside of this practice. So will that be all right with you?"
I didn't see any harm in this unusual request so I answered "Yes that's all right with me."
“We also would like to take some more during the examination if we think it may be beneficial, and we do record the examination via these glasses we are wearing. Again, purely to help with training. So bearing all that in mind are you still happy to go ahead?”
“Well, yes I’m sure that will be all right,” my passiveness and need to please prevented me from saying anything else.
"Thank you, that is so good of you. Please then, remove your pants and, if you would stand facing me in front of that screen."
"Oh, I didn't realise I had to do that, is that necessary?"
"Yes, it is helpful for my learning program, but if you don't want to do it that's fine."
I just thought what the hell, I am conscious of my small cock, but they will probably be seeing it later anyway, so I nodded and walked to the screen, and dropped my pants.
I stood self-consciously with my hands joined in front of my groin facing her.
"If you could stand with your feet about six inches apart and arms straight down your sides, please, relax and don’t try to hold anything in, and look at that eye chart behind me."
I did so, then there were a series of flashes and clicks as the camera took some pictures.
"Now turn to your right and stand upright, keeping your arms by your sides again and relaxing your stomach."
After more flashes and clicks, she said, "Last ones, turn away and again stand as straight as you can and no tensing of that bottom."
Flashes and clicks again, then, "Thank you, Richard. Emma, please take the card from the camera and ask Jane to print two copies of each picture and put some digital copies onto his notes."
Off Emma went, and I suddenly thought of this matronly lady looking at my naked body.
"Hop up on the table please and lie on your back, and when Emma returns, we will continue."
As I lay back, the doctor covered my private area with a small square towel.
Emma returned and immediately said, " I just need to take some more measurements, Richard."
She took measurements around my upper and lower arms, then my calves and upper thighs, calling out the figures to the doctor.
"Now these are the last two for now."
She whipped off the tiny covering from my groin and with the tape in her hand said, "Just try and relax, Richard, while I do this."
Suddenly I was embarrassed, even though I had already been exposed now I had to reveal my tiny cock to her and her tape measure.
She laid my little man down flat and measured from base to tip. "49 millimetres," she said.
"Is that all, and girth?" the doctor responded.
The tape was wrapped around the shaft. "Well there you go 55, no sorry 58 millimetres, it seems to be growing as I measure."
I muttered something like, "Well it has been cold just lately."
The doctor came back to the couch and said, "Your penis is quite small, but that is not important. What is important is if all is in order in that area." Then she covered me again.
While Emma was doing this the doctor had been reading through my answers. "You describe yourself as bi-sexual, Richard, do you have a preference for men or women?"
"Well, erm, that is a difficult question. I enjoy both as long as they take the lead. I am very passive and like not to be the one in control. I find that men are more suited to the top role. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes, I had surmised from your answers that you seem to have the desire to be controlled, that's helpful, but I think you'll find that we females can also be quite dominant especially professional ones like us."
"Richard, sit up and face me and let's have a look at you."
So up I go and sit facing her. The doctor loomed over me, stethoscope in hand. "Just going to listen to your chest," she said. "Mmmm, mmmm, yes, yes," she continued to mutter as the instrument found its way around my upper body.
Emma did the same with the doctor explaining what to listen for.
"Lie back and relax please," the doctor said as she repositioned the towel again.
"Emma, a quick test for you. Please compare his pulse from five different pulse points."
Emma thought for a moment and then said, "Yes I know them."
Starting at my neck, she pressed and waited, then my wrist, my foot and back up to my groin under the towel, where she had to push hard to locate a pulse.
She stopped to think the doctor chipped in, "Think of joints."
"That's it, I remember," and felt the inside of my elbow.
"Well done, and did they all feel the same?"
Emma nodded.
"Let us continue with the examination," said the doctor
She then felt all around my head, checking my jaw, and my neck, always asking if there was any pain or discomfort as she felt and explaining what she was feeling.
Then down onto my chest area, she stood on one side and Emma on the other. "Just mirror my movements, Emma," she said.
I could feel them both feeling around my nipple area and when I suddenly winced as she squeezed one nipple. "Is that sore, Richard?" the doctor asked, "it really shouldn't be, Emma, please do the same to the other one"
As she pulled on the other I winced again. "Mmmm, very strange, do you indulge in nipple play with your partners at all?"
I stammered, "Well, um, well, I suppose sometimes."
"Richard, just answer the questions truthfully, we are not here to make judgments."
"Anyway," carried on the doctor, "let us continue. You do have relatively large breasts, Richard. While that isn't unusual in a man, in conjunction with your sore nipples it could indicate a problem."
"Really?" I blurted out. "Can it be serious?"
"We are going to check them over well, so don't you worry."
With that, following the doctor's instructions Emma made a boob out of my right chest flab with my nipple in the middle. The doctor then felt all around the area, pushing firmly and finally back to my nipple where once again she squeezed it. I winced again, but this time she pulled at it and then released it. The nipple stayed out further than I had ever seen it.
"Emma will now do the same to your other side."
Which she did, asking for guidance as she continued.
Then strangely they both took a nipple between two fingers and rolled them. "What on earth," I thought, "is this what doctors do?"
"Does this stimulate you at all, Richard?" said the doctor. "It should do as that is a normal reaction to nipple play both in men and women."
"Well, I must admit it feels quite nice actually."
She looked toward my groin where the little towel had raised just a touch.
“Yes, it must have.”
"I couldn't feel any issues around your breast area but you would be wise to see if you can lose those boobs, even if they are fun to play with," she said with a cheeky smile on her face.
"Now your stomach," she said and her hand went down to my flabby belly. She pulled the towel covering me down a little further so the top of my pubic hair was just visible.
"You need to lose some of this too," she said, grabbing a handful of flab in her hand.
Emma chipped in with, "These love handles are not good either," as she too grabbed the flesh.
Further probing of my stomach followed, pushing quite hard into my midriff. "All feels fine so far, although we have taken some blood tests for the liver, kidneys, and so on, just to be sure."
She felt all around the area and her hand slid under the towel slightly. Then Emma repeated the same examination.
"Right, Emma, could you please examine Richards's groin, penis and testicles."
Emma lifted the towel away from me and to my embarrassment, my cock suddenly sprang upwards and stayed there! It must have been the touching and closeness of the two women.
"Oh dear," the doctor said, "he is an eager little thing isn't he Richard?"
"So sorry, doctor, I am so sorry."
"Happens all the time, we get quite flattered you know. Anyway, it may happen again as we progress."
"It will?" I thought.
"Emma proceed as I have taught you."
"Richard, hop off the table and stand in front of me, please."
Emma sitting on a stool placed her hands just above my pubes. She ran her fingertips through my sparse pubes and then she took a small comb-like instrument from the table and ran that through them, and then tapped it out onto a sheet of paper. "Just checking for what you would call crabs," she said to me.
My erection started to soften and as I relaxed it reverted to a semi-hard state.
She then asked me to separate my legs slightly, so she was able to run her finger along my perineum, with a little pressure, from my anus up to my balls. This of course caused some twitching of the said penis.
"Just some pressure on your groin now as I check for a hernia," she said, "now please cough,"
She repeated that on both sides, my little boy bobbing with each cough and starting to harden at the exposure it was getting.
"That all feels good, now I need to check your penis," turning to the doctor she continued, "will that be all right to do it now?"
"Yes, lots of men start to get an erection at this stage anyway, so best to battle on."
With no delay, Emma took hold of my cock between her two fingers and rolled it. First, she laid it up toward my belly, then left, right, and finally pointing toward my feet.
Then she pulled back the foreskin to its full extent, exposing the purple end of my pride and joy. Her face was so close to it as she checked under the ridge of my bell end, and she ran her finger over the exposed skin.
I could feel myself hardening up again, I started thinking of everything that I could that would dampen my excitement. It wasn't working.
"Don't worry, Richard," Emma said as she looked and felt at what was happening.
"Look at this, doctor," Emma said.
The doctor bent down and peeked at something on my penis. She too ran her finger over the exposed skin.
"Looks angry," Emma said, "is it best to get a scraping?"
"Yes please, along with the normal ones we take and we will get a photo of that too. Do you masturbate a lot, Richard?"
I stammered, " I, I, well not a lot."
"So you say, but it looks very sore on the shaft" she replied.
Emma released my foreskin and allowed it to come back up, although as I was now so rampantly hard it did not cover too much.
Emma then started to examine my testicles. Pulling, pushing, squeezing them, and rolling them in her fingers. One in each hand as she compared them.
She finished them with yet another "Mmmmmm."
"Doctor, can you please re-examine his testicles and tell me what you think."
The doctor then took my balls in her hands and repeated the same exam as before.
"I see what you mean but I think I agree with you that it isn't a lump."
"Yes, I think it's just a malformation."
Emma said, "Just try and relax, Richard, and pop back on the table for me."
She placed her various bits on the table and took hold of my penis. Once again the foreskin was pulled right down, almost painfully so.
Then she ran something up and down the length of the exposed skin and the doctor had the lens of the camera focused on my hard cock.
"Oh God, please stop," I thought as it felt so bloody good, and I could feel some pre-cum emerging from the tip of my cock. My hands came up and covered my eyes I suppose to cover my embarrassment.
"There that's that bit done," said Emma, "so now for the next couple."
Again, she took hold of me and ran an earbud-like instrument around the circumference of under my bell end.
I could feel even more precum emerging and by now it must be dripping down.
Back she came and this time took a wet wipe from the box and cleaned the end of my penis and down the shaft.
Now she took hold once again and squeezed the end opening up the urethra. She inserted something into the end and swirled it around. Once removed she returned with another wipe and cleaned the end and ran it down the shaft. She turned and looked directly at me and she pulled the wipe back up and down twice with a huge smile on her face.
"There that wasn't so bad was it, Richard," she said
I shook my head, almost unable to speak by now. It was getting worse.
"Well done Emma, that was very professional, and Richards's reaction was as you would expect with that intimate touching."