by Keith Hernandez
After Scott forced himself on me, I tried to carry on like nothing had happened. But it was impossible. I kept thinking about how hard Scott had fucked me. How he got me face down on the bed, how helpless I was when he grabbed my wrists in his strong rough hands.
And how he kept penetrating me. Pushing his hard cock deep inside my upturned butt, my raw anus stretched until I clinched my eyes shut and moaned loudly in agony and ecstasy. I could still hear his heavy grunts and the slapping of his pelvis on my cheeks, his deep breathing as he pumped into me. The smell of my gaping bowels. His cologne. His body odor. His semen. My semen. I swear I could smell him even the next day. On my skin, on my bed. Everywhere. I was emasculated...I felt like a cheap slut.
Aside from from the shame, I began to have some physical issues. Scott had fucked my butthole so hard I immediately had issues going to the restroom. Even sitting for dinner or having coffee with Gina was too much.
I did my best to hide it by telling her that I was having an upset stomach and I was tired from work. How could I tell her the truth? That my ex had showed up to "claim me" and fucked me so hard up the ass that I couldn't sit down. The constant reminder of Scott was felt for almost two days, until I finally decided to see a doctor for my condition. I was afraid Scott may have caused internal damage.
I didn't want my work colleagues to find out I needed my privates looked at, so I didn't use my work-approved clinic. Instead, I went to a clinic in the Latino area of town near the city limits and paid cash. No one I know would come down there to see a doctor. It was in a seedier part of town and although the office was clean it was older and more spartan than my normal clinic.
After walking in and filling out the required paper work for my visit, I was called up by one of the nurses.
"Andrew Jones?" said the Nurse.
"Yes," I responded to the fake name I had given the clinic.
"My name is Anna, please follow me to take some vitals."
I looked over her name badge reading "Anna Torres." She had a slight Spanish accent. She was fairly young, and very pretty, with large breasts and ample cleavage showing.
After taking my weight, blood pressure, and temperature, she told me to wait while she got the doctor.
I looked around the room and saw it was fairly clean with an exam table and diagrams, and one window giving a decent view of the city. I was getting antsy as I would soon have to answer the humiliating question as to why I was there. I hoped the doctor would be a woman. I didn't know if I could take it if I had to admit what happened to another man.
The room was quiet and very clean. The clock on the wall with its soft clicks indicating the minutes made the wait feel like an eternity. The door finally opened and the busty nurse walked in, followed by a Hispanic woman in her 40s.
I was relieved, but I couldn't help but notice her large, perfectly round bottom as she turned to grab her chart. She was also good-looking with beautiful dark hair. Maybe I was wrong. It was going to be hard to come clean to these two attractive women. I began to feel self-conscious just looking at them. I felt desire, but also more shame.
"Hi! I'm Dr. Soto, how are we doing?" she said.
"Um, I'm okay kinda," I said nervously. She looked me right in my eyes and then with a smile she looked at Anna and winked.
"The nurse said there was a handsome man here to see me." It was kind of flirtatious, but in a way that was trying to put me at ease.
"It looks like you are here for...difficulty with your bowel movements," she said, looking at her chart. "That's no good, we will try and see what's going on."
She took her seat across from me and crossed her legs. I couldn't help but look at her legs. Her dark panyhose and heels made her seem so sexy. I glanced up at the nurse and I think she caught me. She smiled knowingly. I was feeling embarassed and a wave of shame washed over me. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have let Scott take me. Why did I give in to him? What would Gina think? I was feeling confused and embarassed.
We went through the routine stuff and then the doctor started digging into my issue.
"Around when did this start--that you were having some issues going to the bathroom?"
"Been a few days," I lied.
"Well it could be a stomach infection, but your question/answer sheet says there was a little bit of bleeding you noticed in the toilet...it sounds like something is causing irritation or perhaps..."
Dr. Soto paused her thought, but continued typing away on the computer, with only the sound of the clicking of the keyboard filled the room.
"Okay let me do a preliminary check," she said, taking out a pair of latex gloves. "Why don't you pull down your pants, take them off, and bend over the table."
I hesitated, looking at Nurse Anna and then back at the Doctor. "Uh...okay," I said, shifting in my seat but not moving.
I was hoping I could get away with some questions and a prescription but now it seemed certain that my butt was going to get an inspection of how hard Scott had pumped his cock into me.
