Once upon a time when I was so much younger than before, I woke up on a
Sunday morning with a searing pain coming from deep inside my anus. This was
no two bit little annoyance that would go away after a good wash and a good
bowel movement (or the other way around I guess). Good grief no !
Alternatively it felt like someone had stuck a red hot needle into my
backside or else as if my rectum was being freeze dried from the inside out.

Without exaggerating it was the worst physical pain I had ever experienced
up till that time and not much has been worse afterwards either. It was all
I could do to get out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. Walking was
torture and so was sitting down. If I lay back down it was just as bad.

Of course I figured that I knew what was going on. Hemorrhoids run in the
family and both my parents regularly suffered from that awful affliction.
Since I was dimly aware of the consequences of Mendel's laws of heredity, I
figured that my time had come (somewhat too soon I ruefully bemoaned, but
inevitably nonetheless).

I was still living at home then, that's how long ago it was, so I manfully
begged my mother for some form of relief. All she could do was give me some
Preparation H and advise me to bathe my bottom in a tub of ice cold water
regularly until I could see a doctor.

The pain kept up all day long and I dutifully lowered my behind into a tub
of water filled with ice cubes several times that Sunday. It was a wonder I
didn't catch pneumonia of the rectum or some such thing, but all the cooling
and chilling just temporarily numbed my outsides and didn't stop the burning
on the inside.

Monday I phoned a specialist. It took some undignified begging and pleading
but I finally succeeded in wrangling an appointment for Friday afternoon of
the same week. I could not imagine my making it through the next five days
without either going stark raving mad or sliding into a self induced coma,
but somehow I managed. I even attended classes and was able to do a passable
imitation of the normal half-assed student that I was. Nobody noticed (or
commented on) my prissy gait and reluctance to engage in any kind of
physical activity. I just sat on my seat for the whole week and actually
paid attention to what was being said for lack of anything else to do.

Gradually however, the pain receded and by Friday I felt only a slight
irritation (huzzah for the miracle ingredient in Preparation H !). However,
my parents example made sure that I kept my appointment. I wanted to
eradicate the problem before it became untreatable. Believe me, I wasn't at
all eager to submit to the inevitable anal examination, but I wasn't
planning on having a hemorrhoid problem plague me for the rest of my life
either. So off I went to the doctor's office.

There were three people in the waiting room when I entered, all of them
female. The specialist I was seeing shared office space with a gynecologist
and I sincerely hoped that these patients were aware of this. The ladies
looked at me somewhat askance and then went back to their magazines and/or
knitting, the silence and frowns that followed commenting on their
uncharitable thoughts.

I didn't have long to wait thank goodness. Before the other patients were
called I was allowed to see the doctor. That was my first surprise of the
day. Sitting behind a desk was a very good looking middle aged lady. She had
dark hair cut in a pageboy style and was carefully but discretely made up.
Her glossed lips smiled at me as she invited me to sit down. This was going
to be something else I thought. Nobody had told me the specialist I
had an appointment with was female. I was nervous as I glanced around the
office, taking in an examination table complete with stirrups and other
medical apparatus. Of course doctors are used to receiving apprehensive
patients and putting them at ease. This one put all her charm to work on me,
she obviously saw that I was going to need it.

"Well now, what's the problem ?" she cheerfully asked, getting out a new
file and taking a pen to hand.

Ever since making the appointment on Monday I had been rehearsing what I
would say in the most dignified manner possible. Now it was all forgotten as
I foolishly stared at the wall. Summoning up courage I rapidly told her that
I was suffering from hemorrhoids.

"I see," she said and then began to question me. Were they external or
internal ? Was there any bleeding ? She noted my answers and then cheerfully
told me that she was going to take a look. This I dreaded, but I saw no way
out of it. Mercifully she did not make me undress but only told me drop my
pants and briefs and then kneel down on the examination table and place my
head down on the surface. I then heard her pulling on latex gloves and felt
a daub of something cool on my anus. She told me to relax and then quickly
shoved a small object into my rectum. It rightly guessed that it was a type
of colonscope but out of consideration she apparently chose the smallest
model she had. The examination was not painful and it was over before I knew
it.

She withdrew the probe, cleaned the lubricant off with a tissue and informed
me that I could step down and pull up my trousers.

Grateful that it had all been so easy and dignified (comparatively speaking)
I sat back down and waited for the doctor to give me her verdict. She
entered some notes in my file and then took a blank piece of paper. I
detected a faint trace of a smile on her lips as she drew a rough sketch of
her findings. Finished, she turned the page around for me to study.

"I can't draw all that well," she pointed at her rough illustration, "but
this is a sketch of the anal sphincter and lower rectum. You have received a
rather nasty cut along the inner muscle running lengthwise. Something like
this can be very painful of course and needs to be taken care of. On the
other hand though, luckily, I didn't find any trace of hemorrhoids."

Slowly, as I understood what the doctor was saying I turned a deep beet red
and began to slowly slide lower into the chair. If only the earth would open
up and swallow me. I had never been so utterly mortified in my whole life. I
could think of nothing to say. She looked at me questioningly.

"Do you have any idea how that occurred ?" she pleasantly asked.

Of course I did and I cursed myself in every language I could think of for
not realizing the cause of my suffering before. The previous Saturday
evening my girlfriend and I had engaged in a lustful and passionate bout of
good old fashioned fucking. I had urged her to stick a finger up my bottom
and apparently her untrimmed fingernail had cut a gash in my anal sphincter.
Because I did not feel any pain until the next morning I hadn't connected
the two.

Since I was at a total loss for words the doctor continued.

"Well, did you insert anything sharp or rough into your bottom while
masturbating ?" she asked.

It was all I could do to shake no.

"Was your boyfriend too rough or brisk on you then ?" she continued.

My God, I thought, she thinks I'm gay. How did I ever get into this ?

"No, no," I finally managed to blurt out, "I think my girlfriend cut me with
her nails the last
time we eh...."

"Had sex ?" she finished for me.

"Yes, that's right."

"I see. OK then, I'll prescribe some suppositories for you to take daily.
They are iodine based to prevent any infection from occurring. I want you
use them three times a day, morning, night and after your bowel movements.
Wash thoroughly and try to refrain from anal stimulation for a while. OK ?"
she cheerfully asked.

I nodded.

"Good, now I'd like you to come back in two weeks time so I can check up on
how your scar is healing. Now this very is important, because it wouldn't do
to have any complications arise later in such a delicate part of your
anatomy."

Much as I never wanted to set foot in her office again, visions of
contracting cancer of the anus or some other horrible disease danced through
my head. I nodded, took the prescription, and left the office.

I felt that I had certainly made an ass out of myself, in more ways than
one. Thinking back, I still don't know why I thought I was suffering from
something other than a cut asshole. My girlfriend was certainly a very
enthusiastic lover, giving me her sexual favors unreservedly, but not a very
refined one at the time. A good handjob or a nice straightforward fuck (if
we could find the privacy) was more her style. I always had to coerce her
into playing with my anus and she never much bothered with lubrication
either. She usually just jammed her index finger up into me and got on with
the other task at hand.

I didn't have the heart to tell her what was really the matter with me, and
besides I had been acting out the part of 'the Hero Suffers from
Hemorrhoids' to perfection and didn't know how to change my performance in
mid-show. It was only some ten years later (after we had been married for a
long time) that an occasion arose when I told her about it. As for my
parents, well, they were seemingly pleased that I had found such a nice girl
to bang (and hopefully marry) that I wasn't up to telling them the down and
out of this little problem either. So I just kept my mouth shut, usually the
wisest thing to do.

But that is neither here nor there and has no further bearing on my story. I
got my prescriptions filled, took my medicine, told my parents nor my
girlfriend anything of the doctor's findings and debated the wisdom of
keeping my next appointment. In the end I went back, more out of fear of
complications arising in later years than from anything else.

The doctor greeted me and asked if I had experienced any pain or discomfort
since my last visit. Had I been taking my suppos regularly ? I answered
truthfully and told her that I had hardly felt any pain for more than a week
now and had only missed on my medication a few times.

"Good," she replied, "Since you have little pain in your anal region I think
that now we can do a more thorough exam than last time. That was a bit of an
emergency, wasn't it ?" she jokingly said. "Now if you could just step into
the changing booth over there and get undressed, we can proceed."

I had thought that this check-up was going to be a repeat of the last one :
a few questions, drop my pants, modestly take a quick look at my ass and
that would be it. But it didn't look like this was going to 'be it'. I was
beginning to regret coming back for this appointment but saw no way of
backing out gracefully. I entered the booth and removed all my clothes
except for my underpants. The doctor asked if I was ready and if so to
please step out. When she saw my briefs a frown of disapproval crossed her
brow but she let it be for the while being.

The examination started out in the traditional manner : heart, lungs, blood
pressure, reflexes, height, length and weight, all of these were measured or
tested and the results written down by the doctor. She took a little more
time in checking out my ears, nose and mouth. She stuck a short probe up my
nasal passage and made me stick out my tongue while she inserted two fingers
into my mouth and felt around the inside. It was a curiously
pleasant part of the examination and I began to relax and enjoy the feel of
her fingers inside of my body. Another part of my anatomy decided that
relaxation was out of the question and slowly but surely my prick stiffened,
bulging out the thin fabric of my briefs. A darker little wet spot appeared
where the head of my penis pressed against the underwear.

The doctor finished studying my mouth and noticed the stiffness of my sex
organ.

"It's not very practical for males to keep their undergarments on during an
examination of this sort, you know," she mildly admonished. "I think that we
had better remove them now before it gets even more awkward. Besides you'll
have to be completely undressed for the main part of the examination
anyway."

Having me stand up she then took hold of the hem and pulled the backside
lower at first, exposing my buttocks while forcing my erect penis to bend
downwards. When my prick was free of the briefs it sprightly flipped back
upwards, sticking straight out in front of me.

"There now," she said, "Isn't it more comfortable this way ?"

In a way it was, but I wasn't going to say so out loud.

"Well everything seems to be more or less in order. Now we can get down to
the matter at hand. However before we continue I want to clean you out."

I misunderstood and thought that she said "clean me up". Stupidly I said
that I had washed before coming to her office. She didn't actually laugh but
just grinned at my naivet. She repeated what she had just said and placed
the emphasis on the word 'out' this time. I wasn't all too sure about what
she really meant, but I had an uneasy feeling about what was in store for me
next.

"I'll take your temperature before and after just to make sure that I can
proceed with the in-depth exam. Please turn around and bend over the table."
The doctor went to her cabinet and returned with a jar of something, a box
of latex gloves and a large, thick thermometer. I realized that she was
going to take my rectal temperature.

"Eh.... You know, doctor I've always had my temperature taken orally and I
don't know if I can do it this way." I tried to plead. She would have none
of it though and brushed my objections aside.

"Of course you can do it this way, I don't see why not, there's nothing
difficult about it at all, all you have to do is stand still. Besides a
rectal reading is much more accurate and it's standard medical practice.
Then again since you insist, I can do both." And with that she went and got
an oral thermometer and had me take it in my mouth. Meanwhile she had me
bend over the table and pulled on the latex examination gloves. She opened
the jar and stuck her finger inside. It was covered with a lubricating cream
that she spread around my anus. She took a second generous daub and slowly
worked her finger into my opening, probing firmly until my sphincter allowed
it to pass. She asked if it was painful, did my injury hurt, but I said that
I felt little pain. Just utter mortification.

She then took another jar containing a more liquid lubricant and dipped the
tip of the thermometer into it. She liked to mix different types of
lubricants she explained, since she had found that mixtures of oils, cream
or jelly allowed for smoother and easier penetration.

"Just think of something else and relax now, " the doctor advised and slid
the instrument up my anus. It entered easily, just as she had predicted. "It
takes about 4 minutes to register, so lay still and don't go away."

Where would I be going in this condition I wondered, trying to make light
out of my predicament. While I was waiting for the 4 minutes to pass (it
seemed like an eternity, but doesn't it always when you're enjoying yourself
?) I could hear the doctor taking out various objects and preparing them for
use.

All the while I was still erect, my prick pressed against the table's edge.
I dared not stand up straight for fear of disturbing the instrument in my
bottom, so I just waited and wondering why I had ever come back for this
second appointment in the first place.

The doctor finally came back, took the oral thermometer out first, noted the
reading and then removed the other one from my lower opening. She said that
my temperature was normal with the usual 1 degree variance. I was surprised
that there was a difference between the two and I guess my somewhat puzzled
expression was easy to read.

"Oh yes ," she explained without my asking, "The temperature in various
parts of the body can differ quite markedly. That's why it's best to use a
rectal reading for the mean body temperature. A vaginal reading is quite
useful also, but that would be pretty difficult for you now, wouldn't it ?"

Was this her idea of a joke ?

"Don't be so alarmed, I'm only making a little joke," she quickly replied
after seeing the expression on my face. "But now that you mention it, it
would be a good idea if I took your penile temperature as well. Then we'll
have all three main readings."

How in the world was she ever going to do that I thought ? I imagined her
fitting some kind of plastic bag over my prick but wasn't clear on the
procedure. And besides, I didn't recollect 'mentioning' anything in the
first place.

"Just sit down on the table while I get my instrument," she told me,
pointing to the padded surface of the examination table.

The doctor took an instrument from her glass lined cabinet and washed it
thoroughly with a disinfecting agent. She put it in a tray along with a
small bottle of lubricant and a box of sterile cotton swabs. When I saw the
thin thermometer I knew where she was going to stick it.

"It's all right, you won't feel any discomfort when I insert this, just stay
relaxed." She took hold of my very stiff prick and realized that it was not
relaxed at all. "Well I mean YOU relax, it doesn't matter about your penis,
this thermometer is designed for use in situations like this."

I am uncircumcised so the doctor gripped the shaft of my penis and gently
pulled downwards in order to expose more of my glans. It was already
glistening wet from my own secretions. The doctor then poured some
disinfecting solution onto a cotton swab and washed the tip of my penis. It
felt cool and tingling, not unpleasant at all. She applied some of the same
solution to the thin thermometer, dipped it into the lubricating jelly and
told me to lean over backwards.

"It's better if you don't watch me insert this," the doctor advised as she
took hold of my glans with her left thumb and forefinger. She squeezed
against the length of my urethra, forcing it open just a little. Then I felt
the plastic tube sliding down into the inside of my penis. It was a curious
sensation, mildly cold at first, then turning into a sensation of having to
urinate. My prick twitched somewhat but the doctor kept a firm grip on it.

"There, that wasn't hard at all, now was it ?" she asked without expecting a
reply.

I just nodded and tried to relax, breathing through my mouth. I squirmed a
bit, trying to find a more comfortable position but the doctor told me to
hold still. She still kept a grip on my organ just below my glans and used
her free hand to press upon my abdomen, forcing me to keep still. Incredibly
it was the pressure on my lower belly which aroused me even more than her
handling of my prick. I took deep breaths and tried to keep from looking at
my penis, but the urge was too strong. The downward pressure of the doctors
grip on my shaft had retracted
my prepuce completely, something I had not done often when I was young, due
to the narrow opening of my foreskin and the extreme sensitivity of my
uncircumcised glans. It was covered with liquids, both natural and
artificial and was even more wet than after a good fuck. Sticking out of the
tiny hole at the top was a thin tube and it wobbled around in the air, the
small twitchings of my organ being magnified proportionately. I stared at my
own sex organ, mesmerized by the sight. It was like seeing it for the first
time.

Meanwhile, I was still leaning backwards and my arms began to tremble from
being tensed so long. Noticing, the doctor looked at her watch and said that
enough time had passed. She withdrew her hand form my abdomen and slowly
withdrew the penile thermometer from my urethra. I felt a slight tingling
sensation and the need to urinate, but that soon passed. My temperature was
in the normal range for that part of my anatomy and it was duly noted in the
doctor's notes. She smiled at me like we had just completed a job well done.

"Good, that's taken care of, you don't have a temperature so you'll be fit
for the rest of the internal exam. But first I must clean you out." she
explained, once again putting the emphasis on 'out'. "I have to prepare a
few things so just sit tight."

She went over to a sink, ran the faucet and filled a large canister. There
was a length of rubber tubing attached to a valve at the bottom of the
container. She added something to the water in the canister, stirred it and
closed the top. Coming over to the examination table, she hooked it onto a
metal I.V. holder that stood nearby.

"OK now, I want you to lie down on your side now........"

I warily lay down

"...and to pull your top leg up unto your chest." I felt extremely exposed
even attempting to assume the position she wanted. "Bring your leg a little
further to you chest please..... there that's better. I'll have to take a
good look into your colon and for that it has to be thoroughly clean. So I'm
going to let this warm water flow into you. Hold it up a while and when
enough time has passed you can expel it. Understand ?"

She then oiled the nozzle attached to the tubing, rubbed some on my anus and
pulled the top cheek of my buttocks open exposing my backside. The nozzle
felt cool as she pressed it some 20 cm up my rectum. When the doctor let the
water flow however, a warm glow and feeling of well-being inflated spread
along my bowels and up inside of me. This took me quite by surprise.

"Haven't you ever had an enema before ?" she asked noting my initial
discomfort and astonishment. I said that I hadn't. "It's a very simple
method of cleaning out the rectum and colon you know, and it's a very
pleasurable one also, if done right."

Clearly she could read my thoughts, for she answered my questioning look.
"It is, I'm not just saying this as a doctor's thing you know. It is one of
the oldest known medical procedures and has been practiced in many cultures.
It is quite healthy and stimulating if you don't over-indulge. If you
weren't so stiff already, you would have noticed that you can get quite a
powerful erection from an enema. It's because of the internal pressure on
the prostate gland. There are many males who enjoy it immensely and do it as
a form of sex play. Of course females can grow to like it just as well,
though they usually have a somewhat greater reluctance to overcome. "

By now, all the water had flowed into me and the doctor withdrew the nozzle.
She turned me over on my back and gently massaged my lower abdomen. "This is
a cleaning enema so I put some soap into the water to help induce a bowel
movement. Do you feel any cramping yet ?"

I did and told her that I couldn't hold it much longer. "Oh yes you can, it
hasn't been in all that long. Sometimes the solution has to held in for up
to an hour. But this is your first time so I want you to retain it for about
five more minutes."

I was allowed to sit up in the meantime and had to clench all my internal
muscles to keep the water in. Luckily, I had had a regular movement that
day, so that I only had a small amount of waste matter to expel. Even so it
still took all my will power to wait until I was given permission to head
for the bathroom.

I returned, much relieved and feeling better. After expelling the enema, my
erection had subsided and I was now only half swollen.

The doctor had put away all the instruments used in giving the enema and
asked me how I felt, if I wasn't more relaxed now. As odd as it seemed I had
to admit that I was calmer now about the prospect of being examined
internally.

"Good," she said, smiling as if having been proven right about something, "I
told you it could be quite beneficial in more ways than one. I recommend
that you make a habit of giving yourself one about once a month. Consider it
a hygienic treatment if that will make you feel less inhibited. I'm sure
you'll soon look forward to it. I certainly do."

I was a trifle amazed that she was telling me all this, but the doctor
apparently saw nothing odd about it. Maybe this was her way of making small
talk, of putting patients at ease. Of course by now I had just about lost
all my initial sense of shame and I thought little of standing naked with a
half erect prick in front of this very attractive lady. She had a totally
matter of fact attitude and that combined with her sense of humor put me
very much at
ease. I had the impression that she was enjoying herself, especially
whenever I seemed surprised or at a loss for words. I think that she liked
to explain what she was doing and why it was necessary to do it. In the days
that followed I couldn't help thinking about her often, and I sometimes
wondered if she had the same habit of explaining things when having sex. I
would have liked to find out, but of course never did.

"Now that we're all set and you've been cleaned 'out', I guess we had better
get on with the proper exam." I had a feeling that she thought my little
misunderstanding a very fine joke indeed and was not going to let me forget
it."

She took my arm and motioned me over to the main examination table. It was
large, padded and covered with a white cotton sheet. Unlike the other table
I had lain on before, this one had considerably more attachments and devices
built on. First of all there were the stirrups on either side. They could be
set into almost any position, higher, lower, wider or closer. The table
itself could be tilted up or down as need be and various parts were hinged.
There were Velcro restraints for hands and ankles if necessary, along with a
variety of adjustable lamps, tray holders and what not. There were also a
small step to be used in gracefully mounting the table. It was a rather
daunting looking piece of medical apparatus, but the doctor took great pride
in it, explaining that it was an advanced model offering the patient a
larger degree of comfort than the simpler examination tables found in most
doctor's offices.

"Of course you don't have to take my word for it," she smiled, "I'd like you
to try it out," and she patted it's surface. In spite of my improved mood, I
was still a little bit apprehensive when I took the three steps up and
turned around to sit on the table. The doctor told me to slide back a bit.
She then took hold of my ankles one at a time and lifted them into the
stirrups strapping them in with Velcro restrainers. She adjusted them to her
liking, spreading my legs open wide but leaving my knees near my chest. The
doctor told me to 'snuggle' a little bit towards her, which I thought a
curious turn of phrase under the circumstances. I couldn't manage very well,
so she took hold of my hips and helped me along. Finally she put a small
cushion under my lower back. At last she had me positioned to her liking :
legs open wide, knees to my chest and my buttocks raised in the air. I would
have to take her word for it that I was not as uncomfortable as in older
examination tables, but I was certainly
just as exposed. My genitals were in open view with my prick upon my
abdomen, pointing at my face, my testicles riding high and my anus in full
view as was the rest of my genital region. I could feel the blood pulsing
through my veins and my penis, causing it to move slightly and contract and
expand ever so little. Since my genitals were at eye level I could study
them quite clearly. Curiously I wondered what girls ever saw in them.

The doctor picked up an object from a tray. She told me that she was going
to introduce a local muscle relaxant into my rectum to help enlarge my anal
opening for the duration of the internal exam. It was in the form of a
suppository which she first covered with lubricant. It was not very thick,
less than 1 cm in diameter, but tapered and long. She slid it up into my
bottom and left part of it sticking out. This was done so that the sphincter
muscles in the anus itself would be coated with the relaxant as it melted
from my body heat.

Waiting for the suppo to take effect the doctor explained that she would
then examine my scar more closely. Usually for an internal anal exam she
would wear Latex gloves but because of the nature of my injury it was
indicated that she be able to feel the scar directly. She assured me that
her nails were trimmed very short and to prove her point she let me see them
up close. I had been cleaned out sufficiently also so she saw no direct need
for gloves. She then went to the sink and thoroughly washed her hands
several times with a strong soap
to disinfect them.

By this time the suppo had melted and the end part sticking out of me had
broken off and slid down the crease of my ass. The doctor brushed it off. As
a last preparation before the internal anal exam, she dipped her right hand
fingers in a large jar of oil and pulled them out, dripping with lubricant.

"Relax now, I'm going to start with one finger and go on from there when
you're dilated. Ready ?" she asked and began gently rubbing my entire anal
region, pushing down on the rim of my pucker and slowly inserting her finger
in my anus proper. She applied more pressure, I felt myself opening up and
then her finger was inside. I flinched a little and tried to pull back. The
doctor told me to lay still and not to pull back. To steady me she put her
free left hand on my belly but ended up pressing on the underside of my
prick. It stiffened noticeably but if it was due to the doctor's hand or to
the insertion of her finger, I could not say. Or care. But by exerting
pressure on the shaft of my penis, she caused my testicles to be pulled
upwards and squeezed rather tightly in my scrotum and this did cause me
discomfort.

I told her in the politest way possible that she was being a little to rough
on my private parts, so she took her hand away, tugged my testicles back in
place and then fit her hand under my penis so she could continue to steady
my body. It felt better that way and I stopped fidgeting so the doctor could
continue her probing.

She felt all along the narrowest part of my anus, where the muscles form the
sphincter, closing off the rectum. She turned her finger all about in
various directions feeling the scar and surrounding tissue. She pulled in
and out several times asking me to describe the sensations. I was still a
little sore when she inserted and pulled out her finger, but didn't feel all
that much once she was in and twirling her finger around.

Satisfied that she had examined the scar sufficiently she pushed in deeper
and felt the inner walls of my rectum, exerting pressure on various spots
and areas. She must have inserted her finger as far as it would go because I
felt her hand pressed up to my anus, thumb up to the base of my scrotum,
other fingers down along the narrowing crack of my ass.

The doctor withdrew her single finger and asked if I had felt any pain or
discomfort from the scar or in any other area. I told her that it wasn't
such a nice feeling when she entered me at first, but that it wasn't
actually painful either. After a while the discomfort went away and I could
tolerate her probing. She said that it was a good sign and that she could
then proceed with two fingers. These went in with a little more difficulty,
stretching my anus to its limit (or so I thought). She conducted the same
sort of exploration, only less intense. I was glad that
it was finished after a few minutes so she could withdraw her fingers. She
then went to the sink and washed her hands.

I had hoped that would be the end of it, she had finally given my injury a
good examination, she had felt all over it, rubbed it and extensively
examined it and the surrounding tissue. I was wrong however. She still
hadn't seen it. She reassured me that everything felt in order but that she
still needed to get a good look at it. I figured that she would use the thin
sigmoidescope as she had last time, but here I was mistaken (again).

An optical conducting instrument was fine in certain cases, but not this
one. During my first examination two weeks ago, she needed a general idea of
my injury but didn't want to cause any additional damage. For that purpose a
sigmoidescope was fine. This time she told me she was going to insert a
rectal speculum and open my anus for inspection.

This was something I hadn't bargained for at all or even imagined being
done. Somehow the thought of being examined like a woman made me feel more
than just vaguely uncomfortable. The doctor took a long shiny metal
instrument some 20 cm long. This she liberally coated with lubricant after
washing it with a disinfecting liquid. She must have noticed my unease.

"Don't look so upset. There's nothing to be worried about. Women have this
done to them quite often as part of a routine check-up. Surely you'll be
able to survive it too. Just relax, it'll be over before you know it," she
tried reassuring me.

"It will feel just a bit cool at first, but that will pass," she explained,
"Just don't push back when I insert it, let it enter. Ready ?"

Would I ever be ? But having no say in the matter I tried to do as the
doctor advised. The speculum was adequately lubricated, I had no cause for
any concern on that account. But as she had warned, the metal expander was
not as pleasantly warm as the doctor's fingers had been. She turned it
around until it was positioned to her satisfaction, making sure that the
scar in my anus would not be covered by the opening prongs. The speculum was
tapered so I already felt my anal opening being enlarged as the doctor
pushed it in deeper to it's fullest extent. I sighed and shivered.

Once positioned to its' deepest penetration, the doctor unlocked the
retracting screw and began to steadily force the instrument and my asshole
open. This was certainly the oddest sensation of the whole examination and
while not pleasurable it was thankfully not overly painful. The doctor
clicked the holding pin in place and took a small penlight. She bent her
head between my spread thighs and conducted her examination, turning this
way and that. Finally she put aside her light and closed the speculum before
retracting it. She placed the glistening instrument on a small white towel
in a tray next to the examination table. I looked at it half in amazement
that I had just accommodated it in my rear and grateful that it was over.

In conclusion to the rectal examination the doctor told me she was going to
administer an emollient lotion in and on my anus. I had been stretched
beyond my usual width and she did not want me to experience any undue
soreness or discomfort later in the day. She therefore took a small pear
shaped squeeze bulb and filled it with a soothing salve. The nozzle was
inserted a short way into my anus and the cream expelled. When that was done

she wiped off my backside with a damp washcloth, cleaning off all the
residual lubricants and oils she had used on me during the rectal exam. Just
before putting the towel away she looked at my very erect penis and noticed
the little pool of pre-ejaculate that had collected on my belly. She
daintily lifted my prick up, cleaned the tip and wiped me clean.

With a smile she announced that she was finished and would unstrap my ankles
from the stirrups. I had become somewhat cramped laying in such a rather
unusual and uncomfortable position. With both legs finally out of the
stirrups I had to make an effort to sit up. I groaned more dramatically than
was really warranted.

"Are you all right ?" the doctor quickly asked. "I hope you're not
experiencing any pain ?"

"No no," I reassured her, "Just a little stiff I think."

"Well that I can certainly see," she said looking at my still erect penis
with a grin on her lovely face. "But don't worry it will pass."

That wasn't what I meant, and of course she knew it. I blushed and
needlessly put my hands over my genitals.

She gave me a mockingly stern look and helped me down off the table and over
to the chair in front of her desk. I sat down, wondering if I could get
dressed now, while the doctor made a few notes and rearranged some papers.

"There," she announced, filing some pages into a binder, "That's taken care
off. Now as to your injury. I'm glad to say that it has healed quite nicely
with no trace of infection, though it was rather more extensive than I
thought at first. You will have to take very good care of yourself in the
next few weeks. I recommend that you massage your scar and the surrounding
tissue regularly in order to prevent it from becoming stiff and rigid. I'll
give you a suitable ointment that you can apply.

"She went over to her medicine cabinet and took out a large tube, placing it
on the desk in front of me. "Rub it in daily for about two weeks, and
regularly afterwards."

"How do I ah....get it on the right place ?" I asked.

"I think the best way is to use your finger. Wash first, then apply a
generous amount before inserting it. Work it in several times so that your
anus is coated inside and out." Once again she had that hint of a grin on
her face, "It shouldn't be an altogether unpleasant treatment I'm sure."

She liked to rub it in, in more ways than one. "It might be a good idea to
apply it during masturbation. Do you indulge daily ?" she asked as if
inquiring about my intake of hamburgers and fries.

"Oh no, no." I quickly replied. "Well once a day is sufficient, more would
be unnecessary."

She was teasing, of this I was sure. "I meant less."

"Oh, less than once a day ? I see. Then you could have your girlfriend help
you."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Well that's up to you I suppose. I had thought it might be best if both of
you came back together so I could instruct her in some anal sexual
techniques."

Now that was an impractical idea at best and I told her so. "In that case it
might be best if I gave you some advice right now. You are apparently
strongly attracted to anal stimuli so I suppose that you will keep on
including that in your future sexual activity. Keep yourself clean, on the
outside as well as on the inside. It may take some getting used to, but I
would urge you to give yourself an enema regularly. Also I recommend that
you regularly stretch or dilate your anus, say about once a week or
fortnightly. That way it will retain its' elasticity
and be able to accommodate objects without causing you any pain. You'll
certainly want to be prepared if your girlfriend ever wants to play the part
of a male."

When I was that age I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and
it must have shone.

"Well, no matter. But remember to stretch yourself regularly. I don't think
you'd like another injury in the same place."

That was for certain and I agreed.

"It might be easier if you used a dilator or dildo to do the stretching
exercises. Do you have one at home ?"

Although I wasn't one hundred per cent certain what a 'dildo' was I did have
a fairly good idea. We usually called them vibrators but hardly anyone of my
age dared go into a sex shop to buy one. I told her I didn't have one.

She went over to her medical cabinet and opened a drawer. The doctor opened
the small box she had taken along and gave me the object that was inside. It
was a 15 cm long shaft of hard wood, polished smooth and varnished to a high
gloss. The tip was bulb shaped, slightly larger than the rest of the stem
and rounded. But instead of the typical smooth shaft underneath, this one
was carved with protruding ridges running down its' length, the edges
curved. She said she had them custom made to her specifications and turned
out on a lathe.
The doctor told me to form a very small 'o' shape with my thumb and
forefinger and to push the dildo through it. I was rather clumsy I suppose
so she leaned over and took my hand in hers, making me clench my fingers
tighter together. She then took the dilator and gently forced it upwards
through my fingers and pulled it back down again several times.

"Do you feel how the ridges alternatively make the surrounding flesh expand
and contract ?" she needlessly asked. "If you use this on your anus in the
same way you will be exercising the sphincter muscles. It would be even
better if you used it together with the ointment."

This certainly was a novel type of treatment, and one that I don't think my
parents would have approved of. Not that I was going to elaborate when I got
home.

"Just to make sure you understand how to use this, I think I'll give you a
little demonstration." She stood up and placed me in front of the
examination table and draped a clean towel in front of me. Next she took
some of the stretching cream, rubbed it on the dildo and told me to bend
over. She generously lubricated my anus with the same cream and told me to
relax. As I had more or less expected, she gently but firmly inserted her
custom made dilator into my bottom. I had already been penetrated by so many
objects during my examination that
afternoon, not the least of them being the doctor's lovely fingers, but this
gave me the most unusual and pleasurable sensations of all. The tip being
larger, expanded my anus which then gratefully contracted once the rim was
past my sphincter. Then it was pushed open once again, allowed to contract
and so on until the entire length of the odd shaped dildo was deeply
inserted in my rectum. Then it was retracted, producing the same sensations
only in reverse. I was overwhelmed by the strong stimulations that produced
ripples of sexual
excitement throughout my body. I seemed to melt with desire.

I sagged over the table, breathing faster and trying to keep my composure,
but I don't think that was the doctor's intention. She continued her massage
with the dildo and soon my anus felt as if it were the seat of all my
feelings, it was on fire and pulsing with pleasure. Of course I had become
as erect and hard as never before but I had forgotten my sex organ in the
rush of feelings brought on by her little 'demonstration'. The doctor
however hadn't. She took hold of my penis, exposing my glans and started a
rhythmic caressing that alternated between gentle rubbing and firmer
stroking.

It did not take much of this activity to bring me to the brink of orgasm and
beyond. My knees buckled and trembled, I closed my eyes and saw stars in the
blackness in front of me, I felt a lovely rush of warmth leave my bowels and
travel outwards through my stiff prick. I could not help myself and was
moaning while my semen spurt onto the towel the doctor had laid out in front
of me for just that purpose. My body shook and it was all I could do not to
sink to the ground in exhaustion. Instead I sighed deeply and lay down on
the table, panting to catch my breath.

When I had recovered my composure, the doctor slowly retracted the dildo and
removed her other hand from my penis. It was sticky wet with semen so she
went over to the sink to wash. Finished, she came back with a cloth and
cleaned me 'up', removing the excess ointment from my backside. She had me
turn around and then washed my prick.

"I think that concludes your examination," she told me, "You can get dressed
now."

I went back to the booth and put my clothes back on. The doctor was busy
filling out the health insurance forms by the time I was ready. Smiling, she
gave me the papers, the cream and her special dildo. I've always wondered
what she entered on the insurance form but I never found out. She told me to
take care, do the prescribed exercises regularly and to come back if
necessary.

I never had any occasion to return afterwards, but I'm not sure if I should
add 'luckily'.

AG
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NOTES

If this is an almost true story what is and what isn't ? My girlfriend
(later wife) did cut me pretty bad with her fingernail and I really didn't
feel anything until the next day. I thought I had a bad case of hemorrhoids
and made a doctors appointment. The doctor was a 60 year old sour puss who
said very little, charged very much, seemed very disapproving (although
maybe he had just seen it all during his career) and left me feeling very
ashamed of myself, as if I had done something incredibly naughty and
disgusting. I also got the impression that
he pegged me as a homosexual (it was different being considered gay 24 years
ago, don't forget). And it was more than 15 years later before the occasion
arose that I told my wife about it. I did learn to pay more attention to
proper lubrication and the condition of any objects I used for anal
stimulation afterwards though.

So the rest of the story is just some wishful thinking and fantasy.
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