by Gene

I had just recently started at my new position with a large firm in Toronto, when I was told my a number of other high ranking company people about an exclusive suburban club that offered many perks to its members. Things such as fine dining, an Olympic size pool, spa, sauna, hot tub, massage, weight room, track, and tennis, as well as hosting many politicians and leaders of industry and finance were just a few of its finer points. All of which would make it a key place to close big business deals and start others.

Being such an exclusive club, the screening process for applicants is very thorough, consisting of a test of intellect, financial background check, psychological check and a health check.

I breezed through the first three with flying colours (at least I hoped I had!). Now it was time for the health check-up.

An appointment had been scheduled through the club for 5:15 in the afternoon. Arriving at the doctors office (he was already a member of the club and one of his perks was getting new patients through the club). His rather unattractive and large nurse (she must have weighed about 275 pounds) told me to have a seat in the waiting room.

I was called into an exam room about five minutes later as was asked a few standard questions by the nurse, who introduced herself as Mrs. Armstrong. After asking me about my family medical history, she moved onto some standard tests (eye chart, blood pressure, reflexes).

Everything seemed to go according to plan and I thought she was done.

She then told me to disrobe and have a seat on the exam table, excusing herself and leaving the room (before the doctors came in, or so I presumed).

About five minutes later, the door opened. Instead of the doctor, it was a very petite and attractive young intern doing a placement for her university nursing program. While she stood only about 4’8” and probably weighed 100 pounds soaking wet, she had an extremely pretty face and very nice body. I quickly got a hard-on, yet she either didn’t see me or didn’t care that I was there.

I cleared my throat and she turned around very startled. Her eyes quickly dropped to my raging hard-on.

She started to excuse herself when Mrs. Armstrong re-entered the room and told her to stick around, as this would be a good “learning experience” for her, and then closed and locked the door behind her. Mrs. Armstrong said they would require three samples from me – urine, sperm and stool.

I was handed the usual plastic bottle and told to pee in it. Having done that, I was given a “potty” that fitted over the inside of a toilet for a stool sample. I was then given another small plastic bottle and told to deposit a sperm sample. After looking at the young intern for the last 10 minutes, this wasn’t too difficult.

Once again, I thought I was done, and once again, I was wrong!

Mrs. Armstrong then instructed me to get on the exam table and lie on my back, whereupon the bottom part of the table was folded away and my feet were placed and secured in stirrups. As I began to protest, Mrs. Armstrong secured both my hands and arms with Velcro straps to the side of the table. Another was fastened across my waist. Immediately thereafter, a ball-gag was shoved into my mouth and fastened around my head to prevent any further protests.

Nurse Armstrong informed her intern, whom she referred to as Christina, that while this was not part of the formal exam, much more could be learned this way. Christina was instructed to pull up a stool and take a seat at the end of the table, as she would be doing the exam.

The exam started as she was instructed by Mrs. Armstrong to look at my penis and testicles. After a minute of so, she told the Nurse Armstrong she was have a hard time seeing much as I was “too hairy.”

“That can be fixed,” replied Mrs. Armstrong. With that, she pulled a pair of scissors from a medical tray she had placed beside the exam table. She quickly began cutting away my pubic hair, although I couldn’t see the results, just yet! She put the scissors aside and I then heard her opening some kind of plastic bag. I then felt a very warm feeling on my penis and testicles, and I knew was going to happen next. She was going to shave me! After about a minute, she removed the hot cloth and pulled out a can of shaving cream, which she then spread over my pubic region. Next came the straight razor, with which she expertly shaved me bald!

As afraid as I was by this pint, I was actually looking forward to seeing what I looked like with no hair around my cock and balls.

“Is that better?” she asked Christina.

“Yes, much better,” the intern replied.

Christina continued with her exam, lifting, touching and poking my cock and balls, every few minutes jotting down some notes. She eventually slid the stool back and stood up.

“You don’t think you’re done yet, do you?” Nurse Armstrong asked her.

“Well…” Christina stammered.

“Sit back down!”

Nurse Armstrong then handed Christina a rubber glove and I knew I was in trouble. Christina put the glove on and was handed a tube of lubricant. Mrs. Armstrong instructed her to insert a finger into my exposed anus and to feel my prostate gland. Very gently and hesitantly, Christina put her finger on the outside of my anus, but did not penetrate it.

“Is there a problem?” the big nurse inquired.

“No Ma’am!”

“Well then…get on with it!”

Another 30 seconds passed and still no penetration. With that, Nurse Armstrong herself donned a rubber glove and lubricated her entire hand. She then rudely and abruptly elbowed the intern out of the way.

“This is how a prostate exam is done. Watch and learn.”

My anus was quickly and harshly violated by her fat finger, which for the next minute or so, poked, twisted and probed the inside of my ass. Suddenly, she jammed a second fat lubricated finger in. I tried to gasp, but it was just a muffled “umph” that escaped my gagged mouth.

“That’s all the fingers I can get in him, but you have smaller hands, Now get over here!” she instructed Christina.

Mrs. Armstrong grabbed the tube of lubricant and spread it all over the interns gloved hand. With her own gloved hand, she took Christina’s hand and inserted two of her fingers roughly up my ass.

“Now, can you feel the prostate gland? Move you fingers around, get used to what you feel for future exams,” she told Christina.

“Okay, now insert a third finger.” The intern did as she was told, and I squirmed slightly in the table. Thirty seconds passed and she was told to add a fourth finger, which she did as gently and slowly as possible, seeing my discomfort.

My anus was feeling very tight – and full – now, and I began to wonder how long this was going to last.

Nurse Armstrong then took hold of Christina’s wrist and began pushing her four fingers in and out of my anus, while at the same time twisting her hand back and forth. I knew what she was up to – she was trying to stretch my anus so the intern could insert her entire fist up my ass. After about two minutes of this, I felt the interns thumb enter my anus. Now, all five of her fingers were inside me.

Slowly but surely, Nurse Armstrong pushed her intern’s entire hand forward, until it literally popped into my ass.

Even with the gag in place, I was able to let out a low moan.

Mrs. Armstrong then instructed Christina to open her small hand inside my ass and feel around. All I could feel was a burning sensation in my anus, where her wrist had me expanded to what felt like a gaping hole.

Mrs. Armstrong, meanwhile, was busily doing something out of my site. I could hear her rattling around in the cupboards behind me, while her intern kept busy exploring the inside of my ass.

Christina was then told to withdraw her hand, which she did slowly, as not to cause me any more undue discomfort.

Nurse Armstrong then held a mirror between my legs, so I could, for the first time, see may shaved cock and balls and my anus. Even though Christina’s hand was gone, my anus had been stretch so far , it did not immediately close up. I could still see an opening the size of a golf ball.

Nurse Armstrong then produced a nozzle with a head slightly larger than the opening in my anus and quickly inserted it there. She then attached a hose to it. To the other end of the hose was a red enema bag, which she hung on a hook mounted on the wall. She then filled the bag with a solution from a large container, and turned the handle on the nozzle on.

I immediately felt warmth rushing into my anal cavity. I began to feel full, and at that point she removed the restraint from across my waist. She then poured more of the liquid into the enema bag, and as it worked its way into my ass, I could see my stomach starting to swell, making me look like I was a couple months pregnant.

When the solution stopped flowing, Nurse Armstrong turned off the nozzle, but left it inserted, removing the hose and bag.

Both Nurse Armstrong and Christina then left the room. Lying there alone, I could feel the cramps beginning deep inside me. By the time they both returned twenty minutes later, I was nearly in tears, as the cramps hurt so much. A large bucket was placed on the stool between my legs and the nozzle was quickly pulled out of my ass. I could hear the solution (and I’m sure some poop as well) come gushing out of my ass. When it stopped, Christina was instructed to dispose of the bucket.

Mrs. Armstrong released me from my restraints and told me to get dressed and go.

I never did see a doctor that day.