Tim nervously traced a razor around his hole and crack as he craned his neck to check his progress in the mirror. Once he was done, he grimaced as he slid the lubed up enema tube into his hole. Though tense and nervous, he was done with time to spare.
You may think Tim was preparing his tight 21 year old hole for a hook up, but the truth is he was getting ready for his side hustle. Between work and school, there wasn't enough time for anything too labor or time intensive, but filling in as a stand-in patient at the medical school had seriously helped him pay rent. Plus, he was straight as an arrow.
He had done it all. Blood tests, x-rays, physicals, and all matter of external reviews. He was far from the only one and it was cutthroat filling the openings. Naturally, he put his hat in for things a little hastily, not quite reading the fineprint...or even the large print. Hence, his prepare work for a rectal exam.
Sure enough, when he did find out what this entails, he did try to back out. He didn't like the idea of a half dozen or so med students playing around down there. But, he knew a few things at this point. First, if you canceled you were seen as unreliable. Second, he needed to make rent.
Dr. Alice had assured him they had everything covered to ease his anxieties. His upper torso and head would be on the other side of a separating sheet. He'd have headphones with soothing music on to drown out any comments. Further, one of Dr. Alice's colleagues, Dr. Sanchez, would be on hand to ensure no one was too rough with their prodding. Assured of his anonymity and comfort, he said fuck it and agreed.
He arrived at the university, checked in, and was led to the exam room. A slanted cushion was on the table to keep his ass elevated and keep him comfortable. Dr. Sanchez did a quick check to ensure Tim had prepared correctly, thanked him, and drew the curtain.
"We'll get started in about five minutes. Try to focus on the music and relax. If it hurts or you otherwise want to stop, let me know ok?"
"Got it, thank you."
Soothing lounge music pumped into Tim's ears. He could hear muffled talking but couldn't make out any words. After a while, Dr. Sanchez reappeared behind the curtain and removed Tim's headphones.
"Ok, we are going to start now. I will be applying lubricant to your anus and slowly place my finger in to conduct the examination. Rest assured, I've done this hundreds of times and you shouldn't feel any pain. I know it may be hard, but please try to relax and do not clench."
"Got it. Thank you."
Tim took a deep breath, questioning how he ended up here and simultaneously finding the humor in it. Before long, he felt cool liquid being applied to his hole and more muffled speaking. A finger made it's way in, pushing at the edges of Tim's hole. He tried to remain calm as best as he could. It felt more weird than anything.
The finger danced along his prostate and he felt a jolt through his body. It felt...weirdly pleasant. Dr Alice told him about this and said it was normal. He bit his lip and thanked his lucky stars that his dick was pressed into the support.
Several students took their turns and Tim was now fully erect. Every force of his mind and body was focused on remaining still and not making noise. It was like they were teasing him, giving him bizarre pressure and then just quitting.
Barring any do overs, by his count he knew there was one student left. The music pulsing through his headphones abruptly stopped and another song came on. It was a pretty fast techno song and referenced how much the female singer chanting about taking it in the butt. Tim felt tense. Was this a fucking joke? He decided against saying anything, not wanting to reveal his identity.
Unbeknownst to Tim, the students who had gone already had left. Dr. Sanchez, in a huge break of protocol, had left to take a phone call and left the remaining student alone in the room.
Two fingers entered and rushed towards Tim's prostate, as in a race against time. Finding it, the fingers curled in waves. Tim twisted his head in pleasure as the fingers went in and out, finding the spot, curling, and repeating. Then suddenly, they were removed and the normal song came on.
He heard muffled speaking again. A single finger inserted and did the exam, with a slight curl indicating it was the same person. The finger was removed. More muffled talking.
Everyone cleared out, the headphones were removed, and Tim was thanked for his participation and patience. It felt weird talking to Dr. Sanchez after what had transpired. For all Tim knew, it could have been him doing it.
