Group Physical Exam

Disclaimer: There will be no sex in this story, but this won't be a story about a truly realistic physical exam either. If either of those are a deal-breaker for you, you may want to skip this one. If humiliation, exhibitionism, or reluctance excite you, I hope you will enjoy my first publication!

"Did you bring your completed physical exam form?" Sandra asked.

"Oh.. uh.. I wasn't aware.." I stuttered.

Sandra cut me off. "Well, we can't let anyone onto the oil field without a proper medical checkup first."

My first day on the job was off to a great start. Truthfully, I had landed this job through connections, and I never even went through the interview process. I finished college this past spring, but the job market was abysmal. My uncle offered to get me a job here until I found something that more closely matched my interests. The catch was, I needed to start in three days. There was already an orientation planned for a dozen new recruits, but one of them had dropped out at the last minute. He told me I just needed to be in the door by 7:00 a. m. on Monday. They'd take care of everything else when I arrived.

Sandra continued, "But I'm guessing that's why you're here so early. We have another young man who didn't have time to get his physical done either. The on-site physician has already agreed to perform his exam this morning. I'll send word that he should expect two of you."

"Roy!" Sandra waved over a guy in his early thirties that was setting up tables alone.

"Hey, hun'!" Sandra smiled at Roy as she touched his arm. "You're one of the trainers today, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. They've assigned me two boys to look after, but they prolly won't be here for another hour. Billy asked me to get the room set up."

"Well, let me ask you for a different favor. I've got two young men who need to be escorted down to the clinic for their physicals. I'm afraid they might not make it back in time for the start of orientation, so I need someone with their head on right to make sure they get brought up to speed. Could you do that for me?"

"I'll get 'em sorted, ma'am. Is this one of 'em?" Roy nodded in my direction.

"That's exactly right. This is Collin, and Nick ran off to the bathroom.. Oh! There he is now! Grab him, and y'all get going. Be back here ASAP, okay, Roy? Do you remember where they moved the medical office?" Sandra rushed to get us on our way.

Roy pointed to his right. "Straight through those doors. Bit of a walk."

Sandra smiled. "You got it! I'll see y'all back here shortly."

Roy introduced himself to both of us as we walked. He emphasized that he would be our trainer, not our boss. We technically had the same job title; he just had a couple years of experience. He claimed he was already an old man at the age of 34, but his full head of jet black hair and youthful blue eyes told a different story.

Nick turned out to be quite the talker, but I appreciated him warding off any awkward silence. He had just returned from his honeymoon yesterday, which is why he hadn't had time to get his physical yet. It turned out that we had both gone to the local high school, but he was five years older than me. He had apparently been the varsity quarterback, but none of the universities came knocking to recruit him at the college level. Nevertheless, he still looked the part with his wavy blond hair, tan skin, and built physique.

I offered up very little about myself. I was a recent college graduate. I ran cross country in high school. I was single. One thing I intentionally left out was my sexual orientation. I had come out to my friends and family during college, but a lot of the folks around here can be pretty closed-minded. In a predominately conservative industry like oil and gas, it was best to keep that secret close.

The medical office turned out to be one of those portable buildings, like the ones we had in primary school. The only marker was a flimsy cardboard sign, staked in the dirt. Nick opened the door halfway before it slammed into something on the other side.

A young man at one of two desks in the room stood up to welcome us in.

"Hi! We just got the call that y'all were headed this way. Please, come in! Pardon the mess. They've stuffed us in this tiny building while they remodel the old office, and we just don't have space for anything. The doctor is setting the exam room up for y'all. Go ahead and see if he's ready." The young man pointed to the far end of the building.

He wasn't kidding. The room was nearly filled from wall to wall. Boxes of medical supplies, stacked furniture, filing cabinets, and documents covered almost every inch of the place. We followed a narrow path between an assortment of junk to reach the only separate room in the small building. The doctor must have heard us coming because he met us at the door.

Nick introduced himself by his first name, holding out his hand.

"Mr. Martin, yes? It's nice to meet you! And that must make you Mr. Lewis?" the doctor said as he turned toward me.

The doctor was a sharp man in his late forties or early fifties, I'd guess. He had dark brown hair that was already streaked with grey, and that same grey had already claimed his well-kept beard entirely. He was tall but slim, clearly accustomed to regular exercise.

Now looking at Roy, the doctor continued, "They didn't mention a third. What's your name? Are you here for a physical too? I only printed two forms."

"No, sir. Roy Allen. I'll be training these boys. HR wanted me to accompany them so that we'd make it back in time for orientation at 8:00."

The doctor looked down at his watch. "Call me Dr. Anderson. It's 7:10 already. Hmm.. That gives me 30 or 40 minutes. I could churn out a dozen men in that time in the military, but that was fifteen years ago. And they like us to be a little more thorough in the private sector. We'd better get started."

Nick and I stepped into the exam room. Unlike the office area, this room was tidy. Two large rolling cabinets lined the back wall, presumably filled with medical supplies. One exam table sat centered in the room with two waiting room style chairs facing it. In the corner, to the left of the entrance, was a small table; a computer occupied the majority of its surface area. Underneath the table was the doctor's rolling stool.

"Mr. Allen, go ahead and join us. You've seen the office. The only chair I have to offer you is right here."

Roy looked like he wanted to protest, but he just followed us in and shut the door.

"Now, here's what we'll do to save time," Dr. Anderson began. "Mr. Martin can go first since he's already up on the table, but I'll perform the same segment of the exam on both of you before we move on to the next part. Any questions?"

We shook our heads in silence.

And we were off to the races. Dr. Anderson zoomed between the cabinets and us two patients as he checked our blood pressure, pulse, temperature, eyes, ears, and mouths. He didn't bother to make us change seats for any of these tests, but he stopped to make notes on our paperwork as he went. There was constant chatter, between the doctor's explanations and Nick's outgoing nature.

"We're making excellent time!" Dr. Anderson announced. "Why don't you both strip down to your underwear for me. Mr. Lewis, stand up over here. You can both place your clothes in that chair you were sitting in."

I was nervous as I peeled off my clothes in front of Nick and especially Roy. At least Nick was being subjected to the same treatment, but Roy really had no business being present for our exam. At the same time, it was also a little exciting. Our clothes formed a tangled pile that was more likely to belong to lovers than coworkers. When we finished, I was treated to my first look at Nick's half-exposed body.

He was completely hairless, which he quickly explained was his wife's request before their wedding. Every inch of him was tan, and he had clearly been hitting the gym hard for months in preparation for that wedding. Not only were his muscles huge, but they were also devoid of almost all fat. This was my first time seeing a guy with this level of definition in the flesh. Nick's white boxer briefs clung tight to his skin, accentuating a modest but visible bulge and a toned pair of thighs.

Saying I felt inadequate standing next to Nick would be understating it. We were both roughly six feet tall, but my body was just a noodle compared to his. I still ran, religiously, but my muscles hadn't seen countless hours in the gym to really stack on any bulk.

Nick sat back down, his thighs looking even thicker pressed against the exam table. With my chair being taken by our clothing, I stood in front of the cabinet and faced the exam table. While we were stripping, Dr. Anderson had retrieved a stethoscope and placed it in his ears. He warmed up the bell of it with the palm of his hand before placing it on Nick's chest.

"I'm just listening to your heartbeat." Dr. Anderson paused for a few seconds. "Everything sounds good here. Now, take long, deep breaths for me, and I'll check out your lungs."

Dr. Anderson moved the stethoscope around Nick's chest and then to his back as Nick audibly breathed. Satisfied, the doctor directed his attention toward me.

"No need to rotate just yet. Just stand up straight and hold still. Perfect.. Your heart sounds great. Now, deep breath in.. And out. Wonderful. Just like that."

Dr. Anderson repeated the whole process on me before recording his notes in our files.

While writing, the doctor spoke. "Mr. Lewis, you'll see a lever on your side of the exam table. Pull that to lower the back. Now, Mr. Martin, lay back on the table. And, Mr. Lewis, pull out that foot rest for me."

Dr. Anderson returned to the table, his stethoscope still in his ears. "Now, I'm going to exam your abdomen via palpitation and auditory cues. Relax your muscles for me the best you can."

Dr. Anderson pressed hard against Nick's dense layer of abdominal muscle to feel his underlying organs. The doctor listened with his stethoscope and asked if Nick felt any discomfort. Then the doctor's hands shifted slightly and repeated the operation at an adjacent location. The final stop on this journey was just under Nick's waistband. He proclaimed that his findings were "perfectly normal" and hung his stethoscope around his neck.

"Now for the legs."

Both of Dr. Anderson's hands grabbed one of Nick's massive thighs, palpating his hard muscles as they worked their way upward. In the process, a thin band of pale skin revealed itself as the leg of Nick's underwear rode up toward his groin. He had definitely worn some skimpy swim shorts on his honeymoon to get tan lines that high up. The back of the doctor's hands repeatedly grazed Nick's balls as they felt up one thigh and then the other, but Nick did his best not to react to the unwelcome touches.

Dr. Anderson slightly bent Nick's knee as his hands probed behind it. The doctor then gently pushed the knee back against the table as his hands moved down to Nick's solid calves. The doctor asked permission before peeling Nick's socks off and adding them to our pile of discarded clothing. He momentarily inspected the sole's of Nick's feet before moving on to test his range of motion.

"Place your right foot flat at the end of the table. Good. Now, I'm going to slowly slide this foot up the table as you keep your back and other leg flat. Let me know if you feel any pain."

When Nick's right heel was up against his butt, Dr. Anderson began raising Nick's foot, slowly straightening out his leg, straight up into the air. The doctor then bent Nick's knee again, moving it side to side at the joint as he held it up.

Nick's underwear now looked more like briefs, wedged in the crevice between his groin and thigh. I cursed myself for standing to the side, wishing I had Roy's view at the foot of the table right now.

My wish was soon granted as Dr. Anderson instructed me to relocate so that he could exam Nick's left leg. The doctor went through the whole charade again, and I was treated to the view of Nick's butt through his underwear as his left leg was raised this time. I could even make out the shape of both balls, trapped firmly against the fabric.

Dr. Anderson instructed Nick to sit up as he slid in the footrest. Pulling out a rubber mallet, the doctor checked Nick's reflexes at his knees and elbows. The doctor looked satisfied as each limb twitched involuntarily from a gentle tap at their joints. Finally, the doctor performed a range of motion test on Nick's arms, causing the muscles in his chest and biceps to ripple as the doctor manipulated him.

The doctor spoke as he walked away to chart. "Now, I need you two to rotate. Once Mr. Lewis is lying on the table, I'll need Mr. Martin to pull out the footrest again."

Dr. Anderson returned to complete the abdominal and leg exams on me. Each time he neared my privates, I could feel my dick grow a little. I was still young, and any contact around my groin felt sexual. I exposed Nick and Roy to the same show when the doctor checked my range of motion, but I couldn't see their faces to gauge their interest. The doctor lowered the footrest, and I sat back up on the table as he finished checking my reflexes and arms.

I knew what likely came next, and I wondered if the group part of this examination had come to its end. Part of me hoped it had, as I feared an inevitable erection if I were to gaze upon Nick in all his glory. The threat of my inclinations being revealed terrified me more than the revelation of my genitals. Even still, a part of me was willing to take that risk just to see Nick stripped bare too. I figured that would be nothing more than a fantasy though.

"I'm going to need you boys out of those skivvies for the remainder of the exam." Dr. Anderson must have seen the shock on our faces. "Don't get shy now. My eyes can see the two of you are no strangers to athletics. This is no different than the locker room."

I can honestly say I had never stripped naked out in the open in a locker room, but this was entirely different anyway. We were about to have our most intimate parts manhandled in front of an audience.

"I think I should step out.." Roy spoke as he stood.

Dr. Anderson ignored him as he said, "Mr. Allen, I'm going to need your help with something. As you know, these boys will be receiving new work clothes today as part of their orientation. HR asked me if I could take their measurements while I had them in here. What I need you to do is take this clipboard and fill in the blanks on the paperwork. There should be a measuring tape on the top shelf of that left cabinet, and the scale is in the back corner. In the meantime, I want to verify something on my computer."

Dr. Anderson replaced our physical exam forms on his clipboard with two pages he pulled out from beside the keyboard. He kept the exam forms as he passed the clipboard to Roy.

"It looks like our boys are a little bashful. You might have to hold them down and pry their underwear off," Dr. Anderson joked.

All three of us turned crimson at his crass suggestion. Nick dropped his pants instantly, hoping to prevent that reality from taking shape, and I followed suit. Roy shuffled past us to retrieve the measuring tape, and we added the finishing touch to our pile of discarded clothing.

Looking down, I was thankful that my dick had retained some level of restraint. Blood certainly was flowing through it, giving me some additional length, but it wasn't so erect that I looked like a raging pervert. I prayed I could maintain that delicate balance as I glanced over toward my nude peer.

Nick truly was hairless from the neck down. No armpit hair, no bush, and nothing on his ass. My brain couldn't help but to imagine him exposing his crack as some lucky salon worker had the privilege of waxing his ass. And it was no exaggeration to say that ass was perfect: firm, but with a bit of bounce, and white as untouched snow. My fingers twitched with the urge to feel it under their tips.

Nick's dick was probably three inches at the moment. Without a baseline comparison, I wasn't sure if he was completely flaccid or if this awkward situation was affecting him too. Either way, he was still far from erect. His balls and sack had shriveled up, hanging close to his body to escape prying eyes and the chill of the exam room.

Nick's face had greatly diminished, which unsettled me more than our own nudity. His once easy, cheerful grin was replaced by an uncomfortable grimace. His soft, knowing eyes now locked in a blank stare.

We weren't quite sure how to begin this intimate task in our nude state, so we just awkwardly stood there, waiting for someone else to make the first move.

"Let me make this easy for y'all," the doctor started, annoyed by our passivity. "Mr. Lewis, do Mr. Martin. Mr. Martin, do Mr. Lewis. Mr. Allen, you're on scribe duty."

Nick stepped on the scale to begin the process. Of course it wasn't digital and required you to manually balance out the weights. Because the scale was wedged between the wall and the large cabinets, I had to lean close to Nick to manipulate the moving pieces. I apologized swiftly as I felt my penis graze the back of his hand. He just laughed nervously as he moved it out of my way.

I announced Nick's weight and we swapped places.

Now, it was Nick's turn to make a blunder as the head of his dick dragged along my hip. The wet sensation shocked me, as I glanced down to see a shimmering trail on my skin. Embarrassment flushed our faces as he whispered his own apology. I think he considered asking for a tissue, but I doubt he wanted to draw attention to the situation. I couldn't blame him, and I certainly didn't mind a little cum.

I stepped down from the scale, and Roy passed the tape to Nick. Roy began firing off body parts as Nick dutifully measured them.

Nick had just measured my shoulder width from behind when Roy asked for chest circumference. Nick stepped up right behind me, his dick smearing my ass with warm, sticky liquid, marking it like he'd marked my hip. He ran the tape over both nipples before stepping back to complete the loop on my back.

The hip measurement also created a situation as Nick knelt down on one knee, bringing his face just inches from my penis. It twitched at the non-existent offer, but I hurriedly turned to the side to give Nick space.

Unfortunately, that just gave Nick a better view of my dick's slow ascent. He once again leaned in close to encircle me with tape. My hip, still tainted with his pre-cum from earlier, pressed into his iron chest as he wrapped my butt and penis up with tape. With every ounce of willpower in my being, I commanded my dick to heed me. It grew considerably over the next several seconds, but, thankfully, it never achieved full liftoff.

The rest of the measurements went by without incident, giving my penis time to settle down.

We swapped roles, and I intended to learn from Nick's mistakes. I already knew he had bigger dimensions than me, and now there were two dicks swinging around, leaking pre-cum. I asked Nick to hold the tape on one side as I looped around him to measure his chest, waist, and hips. Then he could release it once I'd come full circle, and I'd read the measurements. I was impressed at my restraint, but I still got a first-hand view of his gorgeous ass and growing member.

Roy announced, "Sir, we're finished over here."

"That was fast," Dr. Anderson said with a hint of suspicion. "Did you fill in every blank?"

"Well.. only what I thought.." began Roy.

"Mr. Allen." The doctor spoke in a calm tone, but his words betrayed his frustration. "Are you the doctor or am I? I told you to fill in every blank on that paper. I need to step out to ask Mr. Sanchez a question, and I expect you to be finished when I return."

Dr. Anderson briskly left the room, not even bothering to close the door. Nick and I covered ourselves with our hands, as if a bustling doctor's office was just outside rather than the end of a cluttered hallway. Roy's face was twisted and red from his admonishment, but he was determined to meet the doctor's expectations.

Roy whispered as to not be overheard, "Some of these are a bit weird. That's why I skipped them."

"Weird how?" Nick asked.

Roy pointed to the first blank line as we leaned in to read. Mouth: Width

Nick initially laughed at the absurdity before realizing our situation. No one was going to question the doctor again. We had to obediently fill out this list no matter how ridiculous it was.

"Just make the numbers up," I suggested.

But Roy had already decided. "No, he left me in charge. We're just going to run through these. He'll be furious if he comes back 'n finds us fudging the numbers."

That was the end of the discussion. Nick forced a wide smile as I held the tape up to his face and announced his mouth's length. Roy continued, listing off his strange requests: ear, nipple, index finger, big toe. When he said penis, I didn't even stop to think before placing the tape at the base of Nick's shaft and running it down his length.

"Three inches.." I said, realizing what I had just done.

Nick stared at me slack-jawed and red-faced. Roy chuckled, pausing halfway to instead clear his throat.

"I.." I started to apologize.

"It gets much bigger.. And I think you shorted me at least an inch!"

I thought I had disgusted him with the sudden contact, but I had actually embarrassed him more than anything.

"Did you want to show us?" I grinned. "Or should I just retake it as is?"

Roy answered for him. "Funny you should ask that.. I need length and circumference."

Emboldened by Nick's embarrassment, I reached out and grabbed his mostly flaccid penis. Looping the tape around it, I assessed his girth and stated it aloud.

"You might as well redo my length while you're down there." Nick ordered.

This time I lifted his manhood with my right hand, pinning the end of the tape against the base with my thumb. My left thumb pressed firmly against his slit, soiling the tape with his sticky substance. I so badly wanted to give it a taste, but I read off Nick's new length instead.

"You were right, Nick. That's my bad. Three and a half inches!"

"Oh, just fuck off," Nick laughed, his spirits lifting slightly amid the humiliation.

I offered to take my own measurements, to which no one objected. Nick and Roy helped to read the tape when I couldn't myself. Nick demanded to verify my penis length with his own eyes after I narrowly beat him at four inches. Granted, I had a bit more blood flowing through mine, but neither of us was going to point that out.

Roy confessed that he'd skipped two items on his list: erect penis length and erect penis circumference. He'd written N/A and was hoping the doctor wouldn't notice before we left. Nick insisted that we write in seven inches for him, but Roy joked that we'd have to be a little more realistic if we were going to lie.

The mood really lightened up in the doctor's absence. Nick was talking our ears off again as he sat wide-legged and relaxed on the exam table. Roy checked the clock, wondering what was keeping the doctor. When we finally heard footsteps approaching, we fell silent and placed our hands strategically over our laps.

Dr. Anderson entered the room smiling and closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry about that gentlemen. Mr. Allen, do you by chance remember when your last physical exam was?"

Roy responded, "Yes, sir. I think last September."

"Interesting, then it should be here. But, Mr. Allen, the problem is, I can't seem to find your medical file in our system at all."

"What does that mean exactly?" Roy asked with a hint of concern.

"It means your doctor never sent us the paperwork for your exams, or more likely, Sandra, bless her heart, never uploaded it. I had Mr. Sanchez call down to HR, but as you know, they're all busy with orientation today. No one answered."

"I can call my doctor and get another copy sent over," Roy suggested.

"Well, here's the deal. I know firsthand how slow doctor's offices can be when processing document requests. And now that we're aware of the issue, we'd have to send you home until we get that exam form. Unfortunately, that would cause an issue for these two boys who you're meant to train today. I'd hate to get them off to a bad start over some misplaced paperwork."

"Sir, I promise my physical exam is up-to-date. I'll bring in the forms tomorrow morning."

"I'm sorry. I don't make the rules, Mr. Allen, but I do have a solution. I can perform an exam on you right now, and it'll only set us back twenty minutes or so."

"Right now..? Sir.. I don't think that would be.. appropriate." Roy's voice was unsteady.

"How do you figure that? We already have a pair, why not make it three of a kind?" Dr. Anderson laughed.

"Sir.." Roy pleaded.

"Go ahead and remove your clothes, Mr. Allen."

I could see it on Roy's face. He knew the discussion was over now that Dr. Anderson has issued a command. Insubordination wasn't an option. He'd have to quit on the spot or comply.

I couldn't believe the doctor had asked Roy to strip down in front of us. Even though Roy wasn't technically our superior, he was still in charge of us for the time being. But in this exam room, we were all equally just flesh and bone under the doctor's authority.

Roy reluctantly kicked off his boots and stood up from his front-row seat. It was time for him to put some skin in the game, so to speak. He pulled off his work jacket, adding it to our pile. Then came the t-shirt, belt, and pants. He paused for a moment, standing in his black boxer briefs and matching socks. I think he was determining how he wanted to shed his last thread of dignity. He'd been abruptly forced into this situation, but he still wanted to choose the manner in which he'd bear it all.

"These too." Dr. Anderson yanked Roy's underwear from behind. Instinctively, Roy grabbed for his waistband, but his underwear was already lying at his feet before his hands could react. The force from both of their actions caused Roy's dick and balls to jiggle obscenely.

Roy struggled with the awkward task of removing his socks as everything dangled freely. With their addition to the altar of clothing, the three of us truly had nothing more to sacrifice in its name.

Nick and I stared on in horror as our senior was disgraced right before our eyes. In only a matter of minutes, he'd gone from clothed observer to naked participant. Roy's calm demeanor and stoic face had crumbled. His humiliation stung much fiercer, as those meant to be looking up to him now looked down at his exposed junk.

Roy's body could best be described as natural. He had thick black hair that he wore pushed back, and his short beard gave him a rugged edge. Dark hair covered his whole body, back included. He was in excellent shape, but I got the impression that this man hadn't ever stepped foot in a gym. His muscles had instead been forged from years of physical labor, and therefore lacked the curated appearance that Nick's possessed. But that perfectly suited his tall, lean frame that towered a few inches above me. His wild bush tried to conceal his dick and balls, but it offered little modesty in this well-lit, cramped room. Roy's most striking feature was his icy blue eyes. They almost seemed supernatural in contrast to his everyday-man's appearance.

"Hop up on the table, Mr. Allen, and let's get started."

We played a game of musical chairs as Roy took Nick's spot on the table, I took Roy's chair, and Nick opted to stand by the door. Dr. Anderson examined Roy eyes, ears, and mouth before realizing he didn't have a form to record his findings.

"Mr. Martin, since you're already up, go ask Mr. Sanchez to print me another physical exam form."

"Of course.." Nick hesitated, contemplating the doctor's request and his own lack of attire.

Nick began searching through our jumbled pile of clothes, desperately trying to find some shred to cover himself. He had just laid his hands on his underwear when Dr. Anderson addressed him.

"Boy, we don't have time for that. We're already way behind, and you're worried about my receptionist seeing your little pecker. Should I just call Mr. Sanchez in here to get a good look at all three of you?"

"No, sir," Nick muttered as his underwear slipped from his grasp. He left slowly, as if the doctor would have a sudden change of heart. Nick at least had the decency to shut the door behind him, providing us the privacy he had just been denied.

Dr. Anderson continued the exam in Nick's absence, checking off Roy's chest and abdominal exams. After a few minutes, Nick returned, flushed, as the doctor was checking the range of motion in Roy's leg. He paused and held Roy's leg at the pinnacle of its stretch as Nick spoke to him.

"Here's the form, sir. And.. a man stopped by."

"Did he need something? I wasn't expecting another patient this morning."

"He mentioned something about checking on his nephew, sir. But he ended up leaving in a hurry."

"Hmm.. I'm not quite sure what that has to do with me. Anyway, thank you, Mr. Martin. I apologize if I was short with you earlier."

I completely zoned out during their conversation because my eyes were glued elsewhere. With Roy's leg lifted up, I could just barely make out his obscured anus, peeking out between his furry cheeks. The thought occurred to me that my eyes might be its first beholder in decades. I wondered if Roy knew he was exposing a part of himself to me that even he'd never seen.

The doctor finished up with Roy's legs, reflexes, and arms as he took a short break to make notes in the chart. He wheeled himself to the cabinet, pulling out a box of gloves. A loud snap heralded what would come next.

"Now, it's time for the genital and hernia exams."

Dr. Anderson reached up and grabbed Roy's penis, running his thumb down the length of it. He squeezed the tip to check out Roy's opening before moving down to his balls. The doctor felt around the back of Roy's sack before rolling each testicle in his hand. The doctor then instructed Roy to stand and turn his head. Dr. Anderson pushed his index finger into Roy's groin, and Roy knew to cough without being asked. With his exam finished, I couldn't believe Roy's penis hadn't reacted one bit to the poking and prodding.

Nick's turn was next, and the doctor asked him to just stand in front of the exam table.

"Mr. Allen, come back here for a moment. Stand right beside Mr. Martin." He then looked at me and said, "Like night and day, huh, Mr. Lewis?" referring to Roy's untouched jungle and Nick's manicured desert.

I chuckled nervously at his crude joke, while Roy and Nick burned red with embarrassment.

To say Dr. Anderson was intrigued by Nick's smooth skin would be an understatement. The doctor closely examined every inch of Nick's penis and balls, noting that he couldn't find a single cut or bump from a razor.

"Did you get a Brazilian just for me?" the doctor laughed, looking over his shoulder to see my reaction. Not finding the satisfaction he sought on my face, the doctor tried again. "Or maybe you donated it all to Bigfoot, over here." He pointed backwards at Roy with his thumb.

"My wife.." Nick started to recount his previous story.

But the doctor interrupted before he got far, "Yes, yes. Your wife is a cradle robber, I remember now."

Nick was blushing profusely, but he didn't bother to defend himself or his wife any further. I quite generously assumed the doctor intended to put us at ease with his humorless jokes, but they always seemed to be made at someone else's expense.

At this point, I picked up on another trend as well. When the doctor got off his usual script, he would just freeze in place as he spoke or listened. I had read that a lot of science-types were terrible at multitasking, instead focusing all of their energy on a singular train of thought. Unfortunately for Nick, Dr. Anderson had a hand wrapped around Nick's penis when that whole back and forth had begun, so it remained there for the duration of their banter.

Between the touching and the teasing, Nick's dick had grown considerably. When the doctor examined Nick's urethra, pre-cum was once again glistening on his tip. The doctor placed his thumb on it before smearing it along the underside of Nick's penis.

"Natural lubricant," he laughed.

The doctor finished Nick's exam, but not before making several more comments about Nick's lack of hair. He went on and on about how he hasn't seen one like this in years. I thought he would ask to take a photo before it was all said and done.

My turn came, and I prayed Dr. Anderson wouldn't find anything too fascinating about my nether regions. Nick's exam had been embarrassing enough just to watch; I couldn't imagine being the subject of it. That being said, I had also become a little aroused by the situation. Seeing my hot coworkers getting worked over right in front of me had started to feel more like a cheesy porno than a legitimate medical exam.

The doctor's latex hands tugged at my dick as he examined the top and then the bottom. I tried to focus on the clinical nature of the exam as blood rushed into my penis from the doctor's handling. He opened my slit, but I could see pre-cum already blocked his view. Thankfully, he released my enlarged member without comment.

He began rolling my balls in his hands when he found a lump on my right testicle.

"I've found something concerning here, Mr. Lewis."

"Yes, sir," I said, "It's benign. Another doctor found that when I first entered college. I get it checked out yearly and do self-exams every month."

Dr. Anderson actually looked impressed. "Very good, Mr. Lewis. Most young men don't learn about self-exams until a problem is found. And by then, it might already be too late. I'm not sure who's more at fault here: our education system or us medical professionals." He had once again frozen in place, my nut between two of his fingers.

Dr. Anderson looked over his shoulder. "Are you two doing self-exams at home?"

Roy and Nick shook their heads, their faces warped with bewilderment.

Dr. Anderson released his grip on me, and turned around to face his audience. "Once a month, usually after a warm shower when your testes and scrotum are relaxed, you should roll each testicle in your hand to check for any abnormalities. You'll mainly be looking for cancer, so it's quite important if you want to keep all of your bits."

"What kind of abnormalities?" Nick questioned.

"Maybe a lump like Mr. Lewis has, but you're really just looking for anything that changes over time."

Nick's face was distorted, imagining "abnormalities" on his testicles, but Dr. Anderson mistook it for continued confusion.

"Mr. Lewis, if you don't mind." The doctor put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me in the direction of Nick.

"Oh.. no.. I think I understand.. Thank you.. though," Nick stuttered.

"Nonsense, boy, nothing compares to a little hands on experience. And it's a rare chance to have an example right in front of you. Normally you'd want your scrotum more relaxed, but you can still feel the lump on Mr. Lewis' right testicle. See for yourself."

Nick, knowing protesting was futile, reached down and halfheartedly grabbed my sack.

"Yes, sir. I think I feel it," Nick lied as his hand fled the scene.

"No, Mr. Martin, it's on the top of his testicle, not the bottom."

Dr. Anderson's gloved hand returned to loosen my sack further. When he was satisfied, he found the lump again, and used his other hand to put Nick's fingers directly on it.

"Feel that Mr. Martin? Now take your right hand and see how the other testicle is smooth in the same place. No lump."

Nick remained standing, but he had to lean in to get both hands down there. He took his time feeling each testicle, not wanting to get called out again by Dr. Anderson. Nick offered an empty thanks for the experience before backing away.

Having this Greek god grope my balls proved to be too much for my hormonal head. My erection had achieved its full length and was salivating at the thought of more. I checked the floor for drips, thinking I might die of embarrassment if I was standing over a puddle. Thankfully, the ground was still dry.

"Don't worry, we didn't forget you Mr. Allen. See if you can find the lump yourself."

I was once again being guided by a hand on my back. The doctor positioned me at a 45 degree angle, but pushed me right up against the chair Roy was leaned back in. My raging hard-on was now pointed directly at his mouth. I blushed at the thought.

To avoid my erection as much as possible, Roy reached in from the side. He had to briefly massage my sack to relax it enough to gain access to the top of my testicle. After locating the lump, he brought his right hand into the mix to compare.

I could feel my excitement building as the last person in the room evaluated my nuts under his fingertips. My dick felt heavy with pre-cum and bobbed from the force of the hands below. I watched in horror as a thick glob began slowly descending, only hanging on by a viscous thread. Roy and I followed it with our eyes as its weight overcame its elasticity.

It landed on Roy's inner thigh, getting tangled among his dense canopy before seeping down to his skin. I screamed internally, wondering how I'd be able to face Roy again, let alone work with him. No, it was even worse that. I wondered if I could even face myself in the mirror after shamelessly defiling this straight man with my fluids. Despite the tempest ranging in my mind, neither of us spoke a word about it.

"That was very.. informative, sir." Roy said, feigning appreciation and signaling his completion.

"Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Lewis. You more than anyone know just how important this exam can be. Let's check you for hernias, and we'll be finished."

Dr. Anderson offered me a tissue when he noticed the excess of sticky liquid oozing from my tip. I was too ashamed to wipe my mark off Roy's leg, but I gladly cleaned myself up to prevent another humiliating accident.

The doctor roughly dug his finger deep into my groin, radiating a light pain within, but there were no hernias to be found. I sat back on the table, pointlessly trying to cover my misbehaving dick with the flimsy sheet of Kleenex.

The doctor rattled on about how healthy, fit, and attractive the three of us were. The compliments might have hit different if we weren't nude hostages to his long-winded praise. As he thanked us for our patience, it felt like freedom was just within reach.

"Well, do you have any questions for me?" Dr. Anderson asked. "Anything you're worried about with your bodies, or perhaps even any questions I could answer about the oil field? I suppose I don't know much, being stuck in here all day, but I hear stories from patients."

Silence.

"Mr. Allen, everything still working okay as you get up there in years?" the doctor laughed.

Roy nodded, eager to be released.

"Has your PCP begun performing prostate exams?" he stared directly at Roy.

Roy's face flashed with confusion.

Fuck! I thought to myself

"It's not part of our work physical, but new guidelines suggest starting the exam for patients in their mid-thirties."

"I'm not exactly sure what this is.." Roy said, unsure if he was falling for a trap.

He was, of course. Nick's face indicated that he knew it too.

"Mr. Lewis, you've been an excellent model so far. Would you mind participating in another demonstration?"

Yes, in fact, I did mind. Roy might be of the age for this procedure, but I surely wasn't. But what could I say? That I didn't want to be finger-fucked in front of my coworkers? That sounded reasonable enough.

"No problem." I mumbled.

"Perfect. Step down and bend over the exam table, Mr. Lewis."

I took the position, and Dr. Anderson began an unnecessary anatomy lesson. He spread my cheeks with one hand and placed a finger directly on my opening, applying the tiniest amount of pressure.

"This is the anus, as I'm sure you're aware. The prostate gland is actually located inside the rectum. To access it, we have to pass through the anal sphincter and feel in the direction of the penis. We're typically looking for enlargement of the gland which could be a sign of cancer or a number of other serious medical conditions. The prostate gland notably produces the majority of the fluid that makes up semen, so it's important that it's functioning properly."

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis," the doctor said as he patted my lower back.

My entire body was crimson as I turned around to face my peers. My anus had made an unexpected appearance, but at the very least, I had escaped the presentation without being publicly penetrated.

"Now, Mr. Lewis, if you wouldn't mind, hop up on the exam table and lay down on your side, facing the door. Mr. Martin, there should be a bottle of lube in the cabinet beside you, somewhere around eye level."

My heart sank. The doctor had decided, and so, it was happening. Yes, I was a gay man. Yes, I stuck my own fingers up there regularly. Yes, I occasionally used toys. And yes, I'd even had a couple of cocks up there in college. No, not at the same time. But this? This was different.

I was being forced into this as part of a physical that, as the doctor already admitted, did not include a prostate exam. I was just an unwilling participant in my coworkers' education. Needless to say, I obeyed the doctor anyway.

"Great, Mr. Lewis. Now pull your knees to your chest, very similar to the fetal position if you're familiar. That's perfect. This is the most common position for a Digital Rectal Exam."

I clutched the tissue from earlier, knowing I'd have need of it again shortly. The one advantage of this position is that it hid my penis and balls from sight. I knew everyone could see my hole, even it wasn't on prominent display. I was reminded of Roy's anus, mostly hidden behind his hair. My own was much more sparse, but I pretended it would shield me nonetheless during my desecration.

"This might be cold," the doctor said, not even giving me a full second's warning. I shuttered as the lube was smudged against my anus. Dr. Anderson silently pushed in, targeting my prostate with medical precision. I gripped the head of my cock under the tissue in my hand, catching the semen I knew was being forced out. After ten seconds or so, I could feel his finger withdrawing.

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis. You've been a fantastic patient." Dr. Anderson patted my hip.

I rose to sit back up on the table, thinking the exam hadn't been quite as embarrassing as I had expected. I wondered how much Nick and Roy could even see, but I figured my question would be answered soon.

"Mr. Martin, enlarged prostates are fairly uncommon at your age. If I was your PCP, I wouldn't recommend this exam for another few years." Dr. Anderson explained.

A mix of emotions surged through me as I learned Nick was off the hook. I was elated that Nick wouldn't have to suffer the humiliation, but I was equally annoyed this this line of thinking hadn't spared me. And of course, I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't get to witness it.

".. But it never hurts to be thorough, and I wanted to demonstrate another position as well," Dr. Anderson finished his previous thought.

I watched as Nick's face fell.

"Mr. Martin, get on the exam table on your elbows and knees.

"What.. but you said.." Nick was wide-eyed and panicked.

"Should I have Mr. Lewis show you before he gets down?"

"No." Nick spoke quickly to save me. "I think I understand."

Nick's altruism inspired my own. "I don't mind demonstrating a different position for the exam."

"No, Mr. Lewis, you've done enough. It's only fair that everyone participates."

Once again, we failed to defy or alter the doctor's orders, so we begrudgingly swapped roles. As Nick took his position, I was surprised at how unexposed he actually was. His thighs were pressed together hiding his penis and balls from our view, and his cheeks remained clenched, tightly guarding his anus.

"Boy, what are you doing?" Dr. Anderson chuckled with amusement.

I think he was genuinely surprised that Nick had managed to follow orders while simultaneously assuming an undesirable position. But it was nothing the doctor couldn't fix. He pried Nick's thighs apart until both knees touched the edge of the exam table. He then pushed down gently on Nick's lower back and pulled his hips back slightly.

The before and after was stark. Nick's massive thighs framed the perfect picture. His dick swayed beneath him, still partially erect and glistening. His balls hung, heavy and full, just begging to be drained. And a faint line ran up his taint, ending at his most forbidden orifice. His pale cheeks were cleaved completely open thanks to his wide stance, and his back formed an irresistible arch. His puckered hole quivered in anticipation. Nick looked like he was presenting himself to be fucked, and my dick ached to oblige.

Dr. Anderson dragged his thumb from Nick's balls, up his taint, and right over his hole, as if performing some kind of inspection.

"Smooth as a baby's bottom," the doctor said with a smile, slapping Nick hard on the ass.

The sound echoed in the silence, and Nick's buns jiggled lewdly.

Like flipping a switch, Dr. Anderson's demeanor changed, and he began another lecture. "This position is my personal favorite for the Digital Rectal Exam. As you can see, it provides much better access to the anus and prostate, both for the doctor and any observers: medical interns for example. And this is the only position that allows lubrication to be applied directly to the anus. The only downside is that some patients find the position embarrassing."

Some?

As promised, Dr. Anderson squirted lube directly onto Nick's exposed hole. With his thumb, he massaged in a circular motion, gradually relaxing Nick's sphincter. The doctor placed his other hand on Nick's lower back, softly pushing down and pulling Nick toward himself even more. Content, the doctor replaced his thumb with his index finger.

I noticed that Nick's dick had added another inch and was not far off from its maximum size. I wanted to close my eyes for Nick's sake, but for mine, I kept them wide open.

The doctor's finger sunk slowly into Nick until it had disappeared completely into his cavity. Then, the doctor's hand began to rotate, exploring every inch and angle of Nick's rectum. Dr. Anderson must have turned his attention toward Nick's prostate because Nick suddenly winced and lurched forward.

"Ahhh.. fuck," Nick moaned, surprised by the unfamiliar sensation pulsing deep within.

As if Dr. Anderson had squeezed it out himself, a large drop of ejaculate oozed from Nick's penis and dribbled onto the table.

"That's a perfectly normal reaction, Mr. Martin. I forgot to mention that the prostate can be a sensitive erogenous zone for males."

I could tell he was launching into another monologue, his finger still buried inside Nick.

"In fact, this presents us with a unique opportunity. The military has put out some intriguing research regarding Testosterone, sperm count, and energy levels. I'm skeptical, but the bigwigs in charge of this company want to use this data to increase productivity on the oil field. The problem is, collecting the data can be a bit messy and impractical. It's not every day that I have three model patients such as yourselves."

Dr. Anderson had been droning on so long that he interrupted himself. "Mr. Lewis, fetch a specimen container off the bottom shelf of that right-hand cabinet. Grab the measuring tape too."

"If you're willing, I'm authorized to offer bonuses for your enrollment in a study about these topics. Most of the necessary data, we've already collected. Really, I'd just need a sperm and urine sample."

Just a sperm sample? As if emptying our balls for his study was just a minor inconvenience.

I returned with the supplies to find Nick's hole still plugged by the doctor's finger. Nick looked like he was barely breathing.

"I noticed Mr. Allen still skipped two measurements on your charts earlier, but it looks like we can fill Nick's gap now. If you wouldn't mind, Mr. Lewis."

The doctor's ambiguity was chilling. I knew which measurements he was referring to, of course, but even I flinched at the thought of measuring Nick's penis in his current state.

Knowing my hesitation wouldn't change our agenda, I reached in from the side to ascertain Nick's girth first. The prostate stimulation had him fully engorged now, improving his number significantly. Measuring the length proved tricky in his present position. I weaved my left arm between Nick's thighs to hold the end of the tape against the base of his member. The fingers of my other hand pinched the tape at Nick's tip, becoming sticky in the process.

"Seven inches," I read aloud, rounding up slightly.

This was certainly the largest dick that I'd ever held in my hands, but the circumstances soured my appetite. I wondered if Nick felt validated by the measurement, or if his humiliation burned brighter than any silver linings.

Completing my task seemed to finally unfreeze Dr. Anderson, his finger retreating swiftly from Nick's orifice. Nick gasped for air when the emptiness returned, as if it were his mouth that had been sealed shut instead.

"Mr. Martin appears to respond strongly to anal stimulation," the doctor stated plainly. "Mr. Lewis, prepare to receive the sample."

I moved the collection cup into place, catching a glob of semen as it dripped.

Without warning, Dr. Anderson plunged two fingers deep into Nick, withdrew them halfway, and plunged again. He was pressing against Nick's prostate over and over. Nick ground his forehead into the table, stifling a moan as he braced himself for the onslaught. Nick's penis bounced to the doctor's rhythm, as I struggled to capture his precious material.

"You'll need to use both hands, Mr. Lewis. If you don't collect enough, the sample will be useless," Dr. Anderson warned.

Trying to minimize my role in Nick's forced masturbation, I made a circle with the fingers of my left hand and gingerly looped them over Nick's penis, delicately aiming it toward the cup in my other hand. This unintentionally redirected the chaotic movements of Nick's penis into a focused thrust, turning my hand into a hole for him to fuck.

Roy looked around the room, red-faced and nervous, wanting to avert his eyes but still being drawn in by the train wreck happening right before him. I imagine we were quite the scene: Dr. Anderson plowing into Nick's prostate with his digits, Nick gliding between my hand from the force, and me, greedily collecting every ounce of fluid.

Nick's whole body shuttered, emitting a few half-suppressed grunts. His penis convulsed, surrendering wave after wave of semen into my cup. The doctor stopped immediately, Nick's sphincter contracting securely around his fingers, I'm sure.

Not wanting to leave Nick dripping, I firmly grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed along the length of it. One last stream trickled out into the white ocean as I milked his tube dry. I looked down at the container, now weighty and warm in my hand, and noticed my mouth hanging open, feeling parched.

"You have been an exceptional patient, Mr. Martin," Dr. Anderson said as he retrieved his fingers and gave Nick two light pats on his ass.

Despite Nick's embarrassing position, he wasn't quick to budge from his perch. I think he was trying to figure out how he'd face us again after he'd basically been finger-fucked and milked dry right before or eyes. Or maybe he kept holding out hope that he'd just wake up from this nightmare now that it had ended.

The doctor handed Nick a tissue once Nick had built up enough courage to vacate the exam table. With a loud tear, the doctor replaced the table's paper lining, discarding the evidence of Nick's humiliation.

Embarrassment had left Roy's face, taking the rest of his color with it. Fear now dominated his mind, as his own exam became imminent.

The doctor excused himself to preserve Nick's sample in the freezer, but he returned quickly, ready to continue with the exam.

"Mr. Allen, last but not least," Dr. Anderson said with an expectant smile.

Roy's dread compelled him to advocate for himself. "I think I would prefer the first position if it's all the same."

"Yes, Mr. Allen. Like I said previously, most patients dislike the position Mr. Martin just demonstrated. It's a shame, really. It's much easier for the physician." Dr. Anderson danced around Roy's comment without precisely addressing its meaning.

"But I did have one last position in mind to round out your education on Digital Rectal Exams. It's a bit more relaxed. All you have to do is lie down on your back! How does that sound?"

Roy, knowing the question was rhetorical, just lied down on the exam table without a word.

"Lift your legs, Mr. Allen. Let me pull out some support for you," the doctor instructed.

But instead of pulling out the footrest, Dr. Anderson pulled out two flat, leather pads from beneath the table. They were long and extended from Roy's calves to the top of his ankles. For "safety," the doctor secured Roy's feet to the supports with Velcro loops. Via a telescoping mechanism, the doctor raised the pads, forcing Roy's legs above his reclined body. Then, the doctor swung the contraption, and Roy's legs, outward on both sides until something clicked into place. Without a word, the doctor reached between the poles and grabbed Roy by the hips, dragging him helplessly toward the doctor's groin. He left Roy's ass just barely hanging off the edge of the table.

As Dr. Anderson stepped back to admire his work, Nick and I were offered our first unobstructed view of Roy's predicament. Roy's legs were splayed wide open, prying his cheeks apart, and showcasing his tight, little hole. Long black hairs reached out every which way, trying to conceal what they could, but it was a futile endeavor in this position. Roy's boys dangled above like mistletoe, just daring someone to kiss the sealed lips underneath. His penis, still limp, hung low between his balls, using them as a pillow. I was standing, having given Nick the chair to recover from his own ordeal, so I could see Roy's torso and head lying flat. He looked to the ceiling, desperately trying to dissociate.

"I think we need one final adjustment," Dr. Anderson announced as he lifted the back half of the exam table from a flat position to a slight angle. "Now you can observe the exam yourself."

The doctor sat on his stool and rolled between Roy's legs, placing one hand on Roy's inner thigh. Dr. Anderson spun to face me and Nick, hand still on thigh, as he began his lecture.

"I must confess, this is my first time using this position with a male patient, but it should serve our needs. It provides easy access to the anus, testicles, and penis. The patient is reclined and relaxed, and you can monitor the patient's face for any signs of pain or discomfort during the procedure." Dr. Anderson explained everything in detail, as if we were new medical students, preparing to conduct the exam ourselves.

"Mr. Allen, I noticed that I forgot a few items at the start of your physical. Let me rectify that now," the doctor said as he wheeled himself to the supply cabinet.

The doctor returned, holding up a long, thin glass thermometer with a metal tip. He silently coated it with lube, focusing his attention around the apex and a few inches down. Satisfied, he returned to Roy and lined up the narrow metal tip with his vulnerable entrance. Roy winced, just slightly, as a foreign object breached his sphincter, presumably for the first time.

The doctor looked at me and Nick as he spoke, "The most accurate core body temperatures are measured anally. If I was truly thorough, I'd retake both of yours as well. Then we could compare the oral and anal results. We'll leave this in for a few minutes while I take Mr. Allen's blood pressure."

The thermometer wiggled slightly in Roy's ass, as if it were too small and too slippery for his sphincter to fully grasp. I watched as the muscles in his butt flexed, finally seizing the unruly intruder in place. I imagined his embarrassment, being forced to actively hold in what was never welcome in the first place.

"Have you ever been diagnosed with hypertension, Mr. Allen? Your blood pressure is quite high for someone as young and hearty as yourself. I might need to get you back in here next week to check it again."

Dr. Anderson began charting his findings as he called out, "Mr. Lewis, can you read the temperature from that thermometer? Make sure not to touch it or remove it. Glass thermometers must be read while still in the orifice."

Since it wasn't really a question, I didn't answer him. I just obeyed.

I had to lean in and crouch down to get a clear view of the lines on the thermometer. I reached out toward the exam table to support some of my weight, while simultaneously, I tried to avert my eyes from the feast before me. Instead of the cold, metal table, my fingers found a warm, fuzzy cheek.

Roy recoiled slightly from the surprise, briefly relaxing his clenched muscles, and then instantly tensed up again to stabilize the thermometer within his ring. I apologized softly before removing my hand and reading his temperature aloud.

Dr. Anderson returned, popping the thermometer out and tossing it into a box of tools that were awaiting sterilization. He had come prepared, a dollop of lube already on the tip of his index finger. He applied it to Roy's anus with one quick, upward flick, before returning his finger to test the tension of Roy's aperture.

"That little warm-up already has you prepped for the real deal," the doctor said with a laugh.

That was the only warning, as Dr. Anderson's finger penetrated Roy's defenses. I think every muscle in Roy's body contracted at once to halt the invasion. His shoulders dug into the table beneath him, his fingers turned white from clenching the edge, and his feet jerked in vain against their restraints.

"Easy, boy. Easy! Just relax." The doctor spoke to Roy as if he was a spooked horse.

I don't think Roy even knew how to loosen up at this point. He was embarrassed by his forced nudity in front of his trainees, embarrassed by this exam that had publicly deflowered him, and now he was embarrassed by his overreaction. All he could do was lie there, stiff as a board.

But the doctor wasn't deterred. His foot was already in the door, so to speak, halfway to its destination. He twisted his finger inside, trying to blaze a trail, but he made no headway. With his free hand, he began to massage Roy's taint, hoping to open up a passage from the outside. That, too, was fruitless.

Blocked from going deeper, the doctor had the idea to go bigger instead. He massaged lower with his left hand, stretching Roy's sphincter, slowly but surely. At the same time, Dr. Anderson's middle finger began to snake its way in, instantly claiming any ground conceded by Roy's loosening ring.

This proved to be the winning strategy. With two fingers inside, Dr. Anderson could generate enough pressure to open Roy's cavity by force, meticulously working his way toward his goal.

The doctor induced another full body contraction as he found Roy's prostate. His penis barely reacted, but a small drop of milky liquid formed at the tip. The doctor poked at Roy's prostate for a good twenty seconds, taking a victory lap to celebrate the accomplishment. As the doctor's fingers finally slipped out, the tension in Roy's body followed suit.

"Your prostate feels perfectly healthy, Mr. Allen. But.. do you by chance suffer from erectile dysfunction?" asked Dr. Anderson.

"No."

"It's perfectly normal. Many men your age develop it."

"Not me."

"Mr. Allen, so many of the men that I've diagnosed and treated tell me that they wish they had sought help sooner. Physicians can prescribe you a pill, and the problem can be solved like that." Dr. Anderson snapped his fingers for emphasis, but his gloves dampened the effect.

"Okay."

"Mr. Allen, do you know what erectile dysfunction is?"

"I can get hard, sir," Roy stated with a little more edge to his voice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Allen. It's just that your penis has remained completely flaccid throughout the entire exam. Most males show some change in blood flow if everything's in working order."

Roy, tired of this losing battle, reached down and wrapped his right hand around his cock. He leaned way back and closed his eyes, trying to remove himself from this room, I imagine. He began stroking, dry, running his hand from base to tip. Life surged into his penis immediately, but he wasn't stopping there. His left hand began fondling his balls, inflating his dick the rest of the way. Roy had reached a full erection in less than a minute. No material. No lube.

He dropped his dick and stared silently at the doctor, confident he had proven his point. His penis rivaled Nick's in length, but Roy's likely won out in girth.

I smiled at the absurdity. Roy, still in those emasculating stirrups, had just jacked off in front of us to disprove the doctor's fraudulent assertions about Roy's "declining" virility. His large throbbing dick made the doctor's doubt seem preposterous now.

Dr. Anderson was briefly flustered by the display, but he knew how to get things back on track.

"That's my mistake, Mr. Allen. I apologize for pushing the issue. But now that you've achieved a full erection, we should really get a sperm sample for the study."

Mentioning anything medical seemed to start the deflation process for Roy's penis.

"No, sir. I'll pass on the study." Roy had regained some confidence and pushed back.

"What are you talking about Mr. Allen? All three of you agreed to participate in the study, not fifteen minutes ago. I can't let you drop out now. It would look like I'm excluding data to skew the results."

We had never agreed to anything, but the doctor wasn't one to let reality get in his way.

"I'm sorry, sir, but.." Roy began.

"I'm sorry too, but no means no. Your participation in the study will proceed as planned. Mr. Lewis, fetch another specimen container."

I panicked, not expecting to be drawn into their dispute. I must have debated my options for a little too long because Dr. Anderson huffed and wheeled himself to the door.

He turned to face us. "I thought we had built up a good rapport today, but in the end, you've chosen to make things difficult."

We stared at him in shock, feeling like this outburst was entirely unearned.

Dr. Anderson opened the door and called out, "Mr. Sanchez, can you come here for a moment?"

Nick stood up swiftly and walked to the cabinets, retrieving a specimen cup. I think he figured we were better off complying than adding an additional observer to our humiliation.

"Here you are, sir," Nick said as Sanchez appeared in the doorway.

Sanchez didn't even speak, trying to process the scene. Nick stood beside the doctor at the door, naked with faint signs of dried cum on his dick. Roy was still in his stirrups. Still naked. Still mostly hard. And I stood in the corner, naked and frozen by indecision.

"Mr. Sanchez, can you find me two more of these?" the doctor asked as he held up the glass thermometer, still slick with lube.

"Of course.. It.. um.. might take me a few minutes.. I'm not certain which.. uh.. box.. they're in," Sanchez stuttered as he fled.

I was uncertain whether Nick had saved us or whether Dr. Anderson only planned to ask for supplies from the start. But it didn't escape me that I had earned both Nick and myself a punishment with my perceived insubordination.

"Well, Mr. Allen? How would you like to do this?" Dr. Anderson said, turning his attention back on Roy.

Roy's face flushed red as he closed his eyes and began stroking his dick again. Roy tried to stifle all noise, but the muted sounds of sliding skin and slapping balls dispelled the silence. Nevertheless, Roy returned to his full length within seconds.

Content with Roy's obedience, the doctor grabbed Nick by the wrist as he rolled toward me, still standing near the tall cabinets.

My perverted brain thought he was about to place Nick's hand on my swollen cock to begin work on my own sample.

"We're already running late. Let's get the two of you in position," the doctor whispered as he manipulated us with his hands.

I watched the doctor place Nick, facing the left cabinet, a few feet in front of it. He pressed down on Nick's lower back, guiding Nick's torso parallel with the floor. Nick used his hands to brace himself against the cabinet, rolling it just barely until the wall caught it. Finally, the doctor separated Nick's thighs, bringing Nick's important parts into view from the doctor's angle. I glanced to the open door, noting it likely provided a similar perspective.

The doctor grabbed my hips and spun me into place beside Nick, facing the other cabinet. He silently repeated the whole process with me. The sound of the doctor's chair rolling toward the door was our only indication that he was done with us for the moment. Time seemed to freeze. Roy's quiet masturbation could still be heard ominously behind us, as our exposed anuses awaited their punishment.

The sound of wheels and the furthering parting of my cheeks prepared me mentally for what came next. The metal tip of the thermometer was cold and wet against my hole, but it breached my sphincter without resistance. The doctor only pushed it in an inch or two, leaving the majority of the thermometer's weight on the exterior. I now struggled, as Roy had, to secure the unbalanced rod by tightening my ring. Something in my psyche refused to let it hang loose, or even worse, fall out completely. Once again, time dragged as we waited, incubating our glass tubes inside our cavities.

"Can you read them, Mr. Sanchez? My eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be."

The doctor spoke loudly, causing me and Nick to jump. Our humiliation was thorough. Not only had Sanchez brought in the thermometers, but I guess Dr. Anderson asked him to stay. I assume Roy hadn't known either as the sounds of him jerking off stopped abruptly.

Sanchez's voice was shaky as he read off our temperatures. I wondered if he often had to fill in for the nurse's role, seeing as there didn't appear to be one on staff. Was this his first time seeing another guy's erection? Maybe. Asshole? Almost certainly.

When Sanchez finished, he apologized, for nothing specific and to no one in particular, before excusing himself from the room and closing the door. I don't think he enjoyed being a prop for our punishment, and I wondered if he might actually be more embarrassed than us.

"Mr. Lewis, you should get started too," Dr. Anderson said, handing me a specimen cup and pointing to the open chair.

I sat down to a front-row seat of Roy's exhibition. I hesitated, having never liked masturbating in front of a lover, let alone two coworkers. Roy's visage reminded me that I had gotten off easy today compared to my two peers. As my eyes wandered toward Roy's anus, my hands began their inevitable work on my dick. Fantasies began to swirl in my head as I imagined us under different circumstances. In my head, I separated Roy's being from his body as I thought about what I'd like to do to the defenseless hole in front of me.

I'd start by teasing it with my tongue, relaxing it, lubricating it, giving it just a taste of what's on the menu. Once it was twitching with anticipation, I'd circle it with my fingers and keep it guessing as I innocently grazed the entrance over and over. As it pushed back on me, trying to force penetration itself, I'd remove my hands entirely to slowly lube my fingers. Finally, I'd gently insert a finger into his hungry hole, as my mouth engulfed his dick and my other hand gently massaged his balls. There would be too much pleasure to even protest my intrusion. I'd add one finger, and then another, expanding the cavity until it was intimately acquainted with a sensation of saturation. Removing all fingers at once, I'd leave it yearning to be filled, begging for that void inside to be plugged. My dick would push in slowly, first fulfilling that desire, but then expanding its realm to claim lands previously unexplored.

My own soft moan brought me back to reality. Nick still stood in the corner by the cabinets, but my sound briefly attracted his gaze. We both looked away as our eyes crossed paths. If Roy had heard me, he hadn't opened his eyes to investigate. The doctor was completely focused on his computer as if the scene in front of him wasn't noteworthy at all.

"I can't do it, sir. Not in front of everyone like this," Roy murmured.

I blushed, feeling guilty from staring (and from my unspeakable daydream).

"What if Mr. Lewis faces the wall, and Mr. Martin and I step out to give you some privacy?" Dr. Anderson offered.

Roy nodded with his eyes firmly shut, probably unaware that he'd just consented to Nick being thrown out naked.

Nick looked absolutely petrified at the thought. Running an errand naked was one thing, but to stand in the medical office, completely nude, as he waited an indeterminate amount of time for his coworkers to finish jacking off..? That was mortifying.

As Nick miserably trudged past me, I dropped my penis to grab his wrist. My other hand held up the specimen cup.

"I might need help," I pleaded, hoping my request would be well-received by all parties.

"Fine. Both of you stay. Just face the corner. Bring out your sample as soon as it's collected." Dr. Anderson said before leaving.

Nick mouthed a silent thank you to me as I followed him to the corner. I stole a quick glance at his tight ass before stepping up beside him. I closed my eyes and resumed my task, still holding the collection cup myself.

Standing in the corner, an eerie feeling crept over me that I was being watched. Or more likely, I had imagined it entirely. Either way, it brought on a new wave of delusion in my mind.

I pictured Roy, jerking his thick cock and licking his lips, as he used our firm butts as masturbation material. I asked myself if he'd pretend they were the asses of women, or if he'd just fuck any hole that caught his attention. I imagined him walking over, tired of the tantalizing view, and running his rough hands against our soft cheeks. He'd evaluate our globes under his fingers, deciding which pleased him most. I'd stick out my ass, beseeching him to choose it, but deep down, I'd know he'd choose Nick's every time. Hairless, toned, and unblemished, it was ripe for the picking. He'd push Nick down and enter him raw, devouring his virginity. Meanwhile, Roy's lanky fingers would reach out, trying to console my rejected hole.

"Fuck.." I let slip as my illusion brought me to the brink.

"Did you actually want help?" Nick whispered, his eyes meeting mine.

I was slack-jawed, trying to form a response that would strike a balance between what I should say and what I wanted to say.

"I'm about to cum," was all that I could manage.

Nick, unsure how that answered his question, reached over and stole the cup from my hands. He then knelt down, facing me, and held the cup directly in front of my dick. His free hand tweaked my nipple in an attempt to break the tension, but it just brought me closer to release.

Nick's fingers traced my abs as they cascaded down my body. My throat ran dry and my heart stopped. I doubted my reality as just another mirage. His eyes scanned Roy to see if we were being watched. And then, in one quick motion, he circled the base of my cock with his fist, pushing my own hand off in the process.

It only took a handful of strokes for me to blow my load. Nick hung on tight, feeling my spasms under his grip and catching every surge of semen as it splashed into the vessel in his hand. He gave my spent member once last squeeze and a shake before passing me the warm cup of my own fluids.

"Now, we're even," Nick laughed with a wicked smile.

I wasn't sure if he was referring to my assistance with his sample or whether he was showing his appreciation for keeping him in the room. Either way, my mind could barely process this development in its state of post-nut clarity.

"But you've got to take it out there yourself. I already had my fun streaking through the office," Nick joked.

I felt a little awkward, all things considered, but Nick's jovial nature almost made it seem natural that he'd just jacked me off. But our fading moment of intimacy was soon interrupted.

"Let me out of this bullshit," Roy roared, as his feet ripped against their restraints.

Nick and I each took a foot, removing the Velcro and raising Roy's leg up and then down to the floor. Once free, Roy stood and exploded. All three of us watched as Roy's dick pulsed semen, filling his cup halfway. Only then did I realize that his previous position would have made it impossible to ejaculate into his cup without spilling anything.

"Dammit. I'd let my arm fall clean off before I came back to this fucking quack," Roy whispered harshly.

We apologized for getting him mixed up in our physical, but Roy just waved it off with his hand.

"Not a soul on Earth could'a seen this shit comin'. Hell, prolly not even the doctor himself," Roy hissed. "And now we hafta strut our bare asses out there and turn in our fucking jizz. Well, let's get it done. Just don't let 'em see you humiliated."

Roy pushed his shoulders back and held his chin high as he walked into the little office carrying a warm cup of his own sperm. I followed, trying to match his poise, and surprisingly, Nick joined us in solidarity. No one made any attempt to cover up; we just let or dicks sway and proudly held up our semen samples like they were nothing stranger than a steaming cup of coffee.

Sanchez chose ignorance, not even giving the three of us a glance. Nick cracked jokes and had us laughing, as the doctor labeled our samples and put them away in the freezer. No one wanted to let the experience unnerve them any more than it already had.

"That just leaves the urine sample," the doctor announced. "There should be sterile wipes beside the specimen containers in the cabinet. Use them to clean the head of your penis, especially around your urethra, and then urinate into a specimen container. When you finish, you can get dressed and bring me your specimen."

Upon returning to the exam room, Nick raided the cabinet for supplies and divided them among us. The three of us just stood in a circle, wiping down our dicks.

"Keep wiping, Roy. There's still stray hairs stuck to the head," Nick teased.

"Sure enough. Where do I get one a them wives to pluck me bald?" Roy laughed.

"You'd be better off getting Goldilocks to give you some tips." Nick smiled as he gestured toward my manscaped bush.

"Does that mean you two are the bears? Roy, I could believe, but I've never seen a bare bear before," I said.

We horsed around, our nudity no longer an issue after surviving much worse humiliation.

"Let's see who has the fullest bladder," Nick suggested as he starting peeing.

"Alright, but when you lose, you gotta walk your ass back out there before getting dressed," Roy challenged.

"I've already done that twice. How about the winner gets to decide an extra punishment on top?" Nick asked.

"Deal," Roy and I agreed in unison.

Roy ended up with the fullest cup, but he did the naked walk with us anyway. He said he needed time to think of a suitable forfeit for our lost bet, so we shelved that for later.

Getting dressed was a round-robin; each of us retrieved a discarded article of clothing as it appeared on the top of the pile. I'd spent more time with these guys naked than clothed, so it almost felt strange to once again be covered up. We all feigned a smile as we walked through the medical office one last time, but we cursed the narcissistic doctor and vowed never to return as our feet hit the dirt.

I obviously had mixed feelings about our exam experience. I had laid eyes on every crevice of Nick and Roy and witnessed both of them during their most intimate moments. I knew the memories of it would keep me company on many lonely nights to come. Whether I'd find myself cringing at my own humiliation or getting hot and bothered by spicy images of my hot coworkers, I doubted I'd get another peaceful night's sleep any time soon.

We were now an hour late, but Roy assured us that the worst part of our day was already behind us.