A brisk Sunday morning found Jack Buchanan, nose deep in the classifieds, little knowing his ordinary world was about to flip on its head.
Up till now, Jack had been working at his local co-ed College for around 3 years and was happy doing so. Jack wasn't even looking for a new job, but the advert jumped out at him as it was a school he'd never heard of, St Augustine's College.
Jack skimmed the advert, which, in short, was looking for a new Health and Physical Education teacher. Health and PE was what Jack had trained as and was, in fact, his current role, so the ad piqued his interest. Jack's fingers tapped out a hasty search, but the internet spat back nothing, not a single reference to the school anywhere.
The advert contained an email address to request more information. Out of curiosity, more than anything, Jack sent an email to the email address and then promptly forgot about it until about 5 weeks later, when he got a response.
The email stated: "Thank you, Mr Buchanan, for your enquiry. You are not the typical type of applicant that we usually look for; however, in this instance, you have made it through the first round of vetting. Please complete the following forms and follow the instructions attached."
The email's cryptic tone left Jack scratching his head, wondering what a usual type of applicant was. Once again, he tried to Google the school and even went so far as to check social media for any mention of the school at all, however, he still came up with no results.
Jack was more confused than ever, but he was also equally interested in how deep this rabbit hole went. Jack printed off the attachments that the school sent and began paging through them. The documents were the usual job application forms, if not a little more in-depth and personal than usual. Then, his eyes snagged on a figure that made his heart stutter: $150,000. That wasn't just a salary; it was a golden ticket, a shimmering beacon that grabbed his attention. Interestingly, there were also documents for a full medical exam.
Jack never had to complete a medical exam for any previous job application, so the whole thing just became even more mysterious. Jack wasn't sure he even wanted to work at the school, but figured the salary was good, so he may as well apply and go through the process in order to see where it goes.
Jack called the Doctor's office attached to the form and made an appointment. The receptionist informed Jack that his examination would take the whole day, and to ensure he rested well the day before as he would be put through a battery of tests.
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On examination day Jack arrived at the Doctor's office early in the morning. When he approached the receptionist and informed her who he was and why he was there, she met him with a quizzical look.
"Everything OK?" Jack asked
"Yes of course, it's just, you're different from all the other previous St Augustine's applicants," the receptionist mused, looking him up and down purposefully.
"Different?" Jack asked.
"Sorry, I'm not supposed to talk to applicants. The Doctor will be with you shortly, please take a seat," she said with her head lowered.
As Jack seated himself in the sterile, white walled waiting room, Jack wondered what the hell he'd gotten himself into at this point, but as the saying goes, "in for a penny, in for a pound".
Not long after, the Doctor arrived wearing scrubs 2 sizes too small for her. She entered, a study in contrasts: a lean frame against which her generous curves strained the seams of her ill-fitting scrubs like captive balloons.. She walked up to Jack and, with a confident handshake introduced herself as Dr Levou. Jack followed Dr Levou's pert bum cheeks as she swayed into a large assessment room filled with all manner of equipment. The space felt more like a modern athletic training facility than a stark medical office, with treadmills, stationary bikes, and sleek monitoring equipment alongside measuring devices and scales, all hinting at a comprehensive analysis of physical capability.
Jack took the sights in while taking a breath of the clean filtered air. He sat in the indicated chair, and Dr Levou pulled up a wheely chair to sit at her desk.
"Now, Mr Buchanan, you've signed all the documentation, but do you really know what you've signed up for today?" the Doc asked.
"Firstly, you can call me Jack. Secondly, I honestly have no idea. This whole thing is super out of the ordinary and secretive. Who even asks for a full medical for a teaching position?"
"Firstly, no. Secondly, Mr Buchanan, the school intentionally plays its cards close to its chest. It's a private school, so the way it conducts business is on its own accord. I am paid to conduct full medicals on all potential employees; however, for St Augs, you are my first..." The Doctor's voice trailed away, leaving her sentence hanging in the air, its conclusion swallowed by an unspoken thought.
"Regardless", the Doc continued, "We're conducting a full sweep,' she explained, 'not just of your physical health, but also your well-being and how you handle pressure. A top-to-bottom assessment, if you will. Today will be taxing, but ultimately very comprehensive. Testing of this nature would cost the ordinary person a small fortune. You are getting this all at the expense of the school, regardless of whether you go on to be employed by them. Do I have your permission to begin?"
"I mean, it sounds like a no-brainer, either way I get a decent report on my health, so why not. Yeah, go ahead." Jack said enthusiastically.
"Ok, Mr Buchanan. I'm going to need you to completely strip," the Doc said matter of factly as she locked the assessment room.
"Uh, what?" Jack asked in disbelief.
"Mr Buchanan, as I said, this is a full medical examination. We start by checking your skin for melanoma, then do weight and height". She elaborated, "For the most accurate and comprehensive evaluation, you must undress completely."
"Yeah, OK, I guess. Fully naked, you say. Right here?" Jack asked.
Doctor Levou simply nodded in agreement as she shuffled papers around.
Jack stood and began disrobing, neatly folding his clothes on the chair next to him. After a minute, Jack was standing in the buff, hands awkwardly attempting, but failing to cover his overly large appendage. "Done," Jack said meekly.
The Doc looked up from her papers, and her gaze went straight to Jack's hands, feebly trying to enshrine his girthy manhood. Apart from a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth, the Doc remained perfectly professional and neutral in her demeanour. She dragged a small wooden box close to Jack and stepped up, her movements precise and clinical as she began her skin exam from the top of his head. She was meticulous as she worked her way down to Jack's muscular shoulders, chest, back, and arms.
When she got to Jack's hands, she stood back and asked him to put his hands out in front of him. Hesitantly Jack did so, letting loose his goliath cock, letting it drop down, giving the Doc the full view of the enormous frank and pool ball sized beans.
Jack observed a subtle, almost imperceptible, wetting of her lips, but otherwise, the Doctor maintained a perfectly professional facade. The Doc checked Jack's hands, underarms and then moved down to his backside and outer thighs, legs and feet.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief as he thought they were done, but the Doc had other ideas.
"Mr Buchanan, I need to check your inner thighs, penis and testicles for any spots and while I'm at it I'll check for any lumps. Do I have your permission to conduct those checks?" the Doc asked.
"Uh, sure, do you want me to move... uh, stuff... out of the way," Jack replied.
"No, it's easier if I do it myself," the Doc stated.
With that Doctor Levou knelt down in front of Jack, coming face to face with his large dick. He felt the warmth of her breath, then the gentle but firm adjustment as she positioned his genitals to properly examine his inner thighs, her touch surprisingly clinical despite the circumstances..
"Mr. Buchanan," she remarked, "you possess remarkably large testicles, approximately three times the size one typically sees. Have they always been this large?" the Doc enquired as she twirled them in her hands, checking for lumps and moles.
"Pretty much, I had them checked when I was younger, and they said nothing was wrong with them, they're just big." Jack replied.
"Nearly double the average sized penis as well I see" the Doc pointed out as she stretched out Jack's prick and gave it the once over.
